☽ moon!mark | sope ☾

VIII

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"Morning Seungyeonie, you seem quite happy today."

The teacher had suddenly jumped a little, the familiar voice of another staff pulling the woman out of her deep thoughts.
Mrs Jang had been unusually staring into nothingness, both her hands cupping the warm, personalized coffee mug she seemingly kept to her possession every single morning.
The plastered smile on her face was probably what caused the other staff to notice once they walked in the room.
The female turned to spot the face, and return the greeting.

"Good morning~ yes, I am actually."
The other nodded warmly at her reply, before carrying on.

In fact, the teacher could have sworn that she even had difficulty sleeping from the same thoughts during the previous night.
He finally did it.

It had happened so quickly, as if it took her off guard to see her student's grade shoot up.
The hybrid student she found was indeed skilled in some way.
It was hard to believe though..
How could Hoseok be pushed onto his feet this fast? She thought, knowing the student she had coincidentally ended up teaching for a few years before.
It was quite shocking, but relieving at the same time; to know that that boy would finally begin floating off the water he'd usually found himself carelessly drowning in for so long.

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Yoongi was hesitant.

The hybrid looked over to the clock on his night stand, reading that he was close to an hour late.
He hadn't been able to get out of bed once.
Well, this was a usual struggle for him, but this time the male refused to completely.
There was that same thing in his head that just couldn't get out.
That human.

That human, whom Yoongi had somehow not hesitated to let his lips make contact with his.
He didn't push him away, and the thought of that coming back to him made the male think of so many possible, awful scenarios the future could hold.

I should've known better. Yoongi thought.

But at the same time...
He thought that the amount of trouble he could get in, for showing such feelings towards a boy, could maybe...just maybe...be worth it.

Going over his knowledge in history, it was simple enough to recall...
Humans belong with humans.
Hybrids belong with hybrids.
Hybrids are low-class.
And humans are above.

Never could he once recall any love story between a human and a hybrid.
And looking back at about a century ago, being found having that kind of relationship with a human could've most-likely had him killed.
Of course, some hybrids would still occasionally to this day be used as personal slaves, or worse.
But even these days, being involved in an actual, loving relationship was mostly seen as taboo.

Yoongi's tail swung lazily across his leg, soon going back to tapping against the scattered bed sheets, his body still sprawled on his own comfortable bed, and his eyes continuously staring at the ceiling.
He didn't know if he wanted to go to school, he was hesitant.
Although he could top it off with the excuse of sickness, the hybrid felt that unreasonably skipping a class could ruin his reputation as an organized, punctual student.
So he soon got up on his feet.

...

The hybrid looked up at the trees as he walked.
The green, cold color began to turn into a much warmer, orange color.
It reminded Yoongi of his favorite season, which was very soon to arrive, the more he noticed the change of color in the leaves around him.