☽ moon!mark | sope ☾

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"But Mrs Jang, are you absolutely sure about this? I mean, we've never had someone like him offered to help a student like this boy-"
"Do you think I'm ever not sure about things?" The woman cut him off, making the other teacher go silent.

"I don't see any problem with it. In fact, you just said that he's a straight A student and has done pretty good tutoring before. A private tutor is just what my student needs at the moment. As we all know, Hoseok is definitely not doing well academically, and as the incredibly bright and talented boy he is, I don't want him to go downhill before he graduates." Mrs Jang concluded, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I-I see...fair point.." The man finally replied after fixing his glasses. The male teacher was ready to reveal another iffy complaint, only to remain silent again at the sight of Mrs Jang lifting her finger up, before he could say anything else.

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Hoseok hated math. He didn't hate the class so much, because his favorite teacher was teaching, he just hated the math. Although having Mrs Jang as a math teacher made everything more fun, he never felt like paying attention to any equation written on the board. It was all like a whole different language to him, a language in which it would take 20 years or more to learn fluently.

This period he knew was going to suck, because that one favorite teacher of his was sick. Hoseok didn't enjoy having a substitute teacher as much as he didn't enjoy the math itself, knowing Mrs Jang was absent, the boy knew he was going to be even more lost than he usually was.

"Alright students, when I call your name you have to confirm your presence." Said the sub teacher, taking a look at her clipboard.
The woman called the students names one at a time in alphabetical order, mispronouncing maybe one or two which made the class giggle.

"Jung Ho-see-ok!" Then again, another name was mispronounced causing a small wave of laughter.

"Who now?" Hoseok replied, lifting his eyebrow.
"I have no idea who that could be, such a weird choice of name.." He said again teasingly.

"..and I assume that's you?" Asked the lady, lowering her glasses to the end of her nose.

"Yeah, except it's ho-sock. Think of a hole in your sock, gosh those are so annoying, just like me probably. Or on the other hand, depending on how dirty your mind is, a hoe who sucks d-" Hoseok was going a little far into his weird imagination, not realizing he may have dissed himself a little.

"WE GET IT HYUNG" yelled another student from the other side of the classroom, cutting his phrase.

"Well then..." Said the substitute teacher, slightly speechless. "You should watch your dirty mouth, Hoseok." She warned him.

The rest of the class was going by really slowly, which annoyed the boy a little. He was convinced he should just ask to go to the washroom and then skip, so he could simply run off to the dance studio. Hoseok loved dancing more than he loved food and sleep, to him it was a way of relieving stress and escaping reality. He also felt the same way about music in general.

But something quickly made him forget all of that, and that was the sudden sound of knocking on the classroom door.
As the class's attention was now drawn to there, the teacher walked over to open the door for the stranger.

A pair of fluffy grey ears, matching with his pale colored hair, looked up at the teacher nervously and bowed in greeting.
"Hello, my apologies for disturbing your class." The hybrid kept his head down for a bit.
The teacher didn't say anything. She just stared, totally oblivious to the reason of his presence. The other finally lift his head up, only to receive stares and dirty looks from the students behind the woman, afar. He then gulped before speaking again.