After School | Markjinson

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It was 6:40 a.m. 

Jackson stepped into the new school he would be working for, it would be his first day all over again. A sigh escaped his lips as he walked into the office to sign in and collect any last minute papers in his mailbox. Jackson was about to step back into the hall when one of the officer workers spoke to him.

"I hope you have a nice first day, Mr. Wang," the office worker said.

He turned and smiled, "Thank you but please just call me Jackson." 

Jackson walked out into the hall and headed to his room, room 446, located on the school's second floor. Unsurprisingly, he passed no teachers on his way to his room. He assumed they were getting ready for the first day, slipping a bit of a 'relaxer' into their coffees so they can face the day with a smile. He finally reached the door to his room, unlocked it and went inside. 

Standing at the doorway for a few seconds he smirked, "I swear if this kids give me hell on the first day, I'm quitting."  

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7:20 a.m. First Block 

"Jinyoung!" A voice called out. 

Jinyoung turned around, he was met with the face of the most annoying kid ever, Kim Yugyeom. 

"Jinyoung, can I-"

"If you don't get away from me, I will snap your neck," Jinyoung smiled. 

"Jinyoung~" Yuguyeom whined.

"No, you can't sit here. Go sit with your fellow crackhead, BamBam," Jinyoung pointed to the happy red head on the other side of the room. 

Yugyeom sighed, his 1000th failed attempt to hangout with his upperclassmen, and went to sit with Bambam. 

The bell rang and almost on cue, Jackson walked in. 

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Jinyoung knew he had a new teacher, but he did not expect this. This man dressed so different from other teachers, he wore a white button up witch had bits of his chest exposed and the cuffs rolled up, simple black dress pants and shoes. Jinyoung didn't even know this man's name yet but damn was he fine.

"Good Morning, Class. I'm Mr. Wang and I'll be your new chinese teacher."

His voice? Sounds like sex. 

Jinyoung took a deep breath, it hasn't been 5 minutes into the class and he's already thirsting after his incredibly attractive teacher. 

'Wow Jinyoung, calm down the gay some.' He thought to himself. 

"As this is a third level class I expect you to already have some knowledge from your previous years-" 

Jinyoung zoned out and pulled out his phone to text his friend:

Bum ass hoe 

problem: im gay

wow didn't know that

shut up and listen

the new chinese teacher is the embodiment of sex

he's hot and im gay 

real smooth, you're exaggerating 

you dont believe me? come up here yourself

I have no reason to? 

say you need to give me something, a notebook I left on the bus or something