MR. KIM || KTH✔️

13

Finally, Monday rolled around.

Walking into class I was expecting the worst.

You know, walk in and have my head chopped off by the evil professor.

Instead, I was faced with something even scarier;

A substitute teacher.

"Mr. Kim isn't here?!" Irene asks in shock.

"Your professor took a sick day. I guess it was pretty bad but don't worry, he'll recover in no time." The sub says as she smiles widely.

I had to say, I was pretty relieved.

I could finally get a break from the constant teasing and calling out when I did nothing wrong.

This was nice.

•

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Baekhyun asks as we gather around in a group.

"Who cares." I mutter into my folded arms.

"As bitchy as always." Irene laughs as she pats me on the shoulder.

"No I just really don't like him." I say as I move my head up to look at her.

"That's good because I don't think he likes you either." Irene laughs.

Oh boy was she wrong.

"I couldn't care either way." I say as I go back to doing my work.

It was nice to finally have some peace and quiet.

•••

Days past and Mr. Kim still wasn't back.

I guess he really must be sick if he's already been out for almost a whole week.

I wonder if he died..

Does he even have people that come and check on him?

Why do I even care?

Maybe I should go check on him..

I know I don't like him and all but I would feel just a tiny bit guilty if he died knowing I didn't go check on him even for a few seconds.

Giving in to my thoughts, I decide to go.

•••

I stared up at the huge house in front of me, unsure if I should just turn around and go home.

What if he took it the wrong way and thought I was here because of something else?

But what if he's dead?

That's the biggest thing here.

I take in a breath and force myself to go up to his porch.

I knock a couple times and when no one answers I push my luck and slowly twist the doorknob.

To my surprise, it's unlocked.

He does realize how unsafe that is and that someone could just break in at any second right?

What if I was a burglar?

Idiot.

Glancing around I notice that the house is dead silent.

I tried my best to remember which room was his but there was just so many that I couldn't even recall ever seeing his bedroom.

I guess this was going to be a treasure hunt but instead of looking for treasure I was looking for my creep of a professor; who may or may not be dying as we speak.