His Scars || Minsung

t h r e e .

Once Jisung saw who the teacher was, he knew that math was definitely not gonna be fun. That was when things started to go a little bit downhill.

It was time for math. Jisung usually liked math, since the boy knew a lot about the subject, but once he saw the teacher he knew it wasn't going to be his favorite class.

Mr. Kim

Mr. Kim is a really strict teacher. He also isn't very good at teaching. He got the answers wrong half the time and got mad at students who tried to correct him. Jisung was one of those students. Yes, Jisung's had Mr. Kim before since he taught two different kinds of math. (just go with it so it makes my life easier)

"Hello class, I'll be your math teacher for the year. Please call me Mr. Kim." He said unenthusiastically. The teacher's eyes scanned the room to get a look at who his students are. Once his eyes landed on Jisung, he let out the biggest sigh as Jisung smiled back at him. The teacher ignored Jisung's mocking smile and started to talk about the new lesson.

Jisung turned to his left and giggled as he said "This'll be a fun year." Felix jokingly rolled his eyes.

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So far, Jisung thought math class was going well. He only had to correct the teacher twice and every time he did, Mr. Kim would send a quick glare at him. There was 10 minutes left in class and that's when everything started going downhill.

Jisung was solving equations on a paper that was due at the end of class. On one of the problems he messed up and got the answer wrong. He looked at the pencil he was holding and saw that it didn't have an eraser. He checked his pencil pouch and couldn't find an eraser. He couldn't ask Felix or Seungmin for an eraser since they always wrote in pen. The people in front of him were writing in pen too.

'Jesus Christ, does everyone in this classroom write with pen?' Jisung thought. The latter looked around and noticed that Minho had an eraser on his desk. 'You've got to be kidding. Why is he the only person around me with a goddamn eraser. I don't wanna ask, but this paper is due at the end of class.' Jisung wanted to die.

After contemplating for a minute, Jisung turned to his right, looking at Minho who was twirling a pencil in his hand and looking down at his phone which was below the desk so the teacher wouldn't see, "Do you have an eraser I can borrow?" Jisung stuttered quietly.

Minho didn't look up. He didn't hear Jisung. He was too invested in whatever he was doing on his phone.

Jisung internally screamed. "Hey Minho." He attempted again.

The mentioned male looked up from his phone at Jisung. He stopped twirling the pencil in his hand and Jisung can tell that Minho was beyond annoyed that someone was talking to him. He gave Jisung a glare. The longer Minho stared at Jisung without saying anything, the more Jisung wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

"What do you wan-." Minho was saying harshly before he got cut off by the teacher.

"Minho, there will be no talking while it's silent work time. That's an after school detention for you!" Mr. Kim said sternly.

Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes.

'Fuck fuck fuck. He really got a detention because of my dumbass. Oh my god he's gonna hate me now.' Jisung mentally slapped himself.

"Mr. Kim don't give him detention, it's not his fault. I was the one who was talking to him firs- " Jisung began before he could stop himself.

"You want to talk during silent work time too? That's also a detention for you Han Jisung!" Mr. Kim glared and then went back to typing on his computer.