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Jongin got his jacket back covered in his students blood, looking up at a Daeil and Cory.
The blonde haired one was all too familiar
"I can't thank you enough for stopping those three." Cory spoke, he looked older then the photos with a tattoo peaking from under his dress shirt. Daeil shook his hand, as they stood in the hallway of the hospital.
"It's, it's not a problem. Both parties were my students. She seems well protected by those two." He nodded towards Kiji and Junhoe who were currently in a very tight grasp at the neck by Cory.
"Not good enough by letting my little sister run a fight with some guys." Cory growled, pinching their necks as they cried out.
"Cory don't stress it, I'll have em found." Daeil spoke lowly, smacking away his brothers hands from their necks. Jongin caught the number 231 on his wrist. He glanced at Cory's wrist, same number showing. They both had it on the right wrist.
"I do apologize for Momo having to go through that, I will keep an eye on her in class Mister Saito, I must get about now." Jongin was bowing, just trying to get away from the situation as quick as possible, catching a glimpse of Kiji's wrist as well. 231
"Well we owe you, if you ever-"
"And please, you do not owe me a thing." He was backing up and waving as Cory still thanked him. He disappeared as Daeil eyed the exit, looking to the boys as they went towards Momo who got some stitches from a slice on her head somehow.
"This is so fucking dumb." Jongin mustered frustratedly.
Momo wore her hair in a bun, a hoodie on with a pair of joggers as she made her way to tutoring. It was two days after, a weekend now ended as she calmly walked into Jongin's classroom.
He wore a blue dress shirt with a thin gold chain hanging and a pair of black dress pants. Mister Kim stood at the board, setting up his next study as he heard her quietly sit down.
He read up on those numbers, he was now understanding a little bit more of Miss Saito and her odd family.
"Good afternoon, do you have today's work that was assigned done at all?" Jongin asked as he approached her desk she decided to sit at for today. The bell had rung long ago, rumble of buses leaving the parking lot as the sun reached the legs of the desk from the window.
Momo pulled out her 6 papers on John Donne, a metaphysical poet from around 161o ish when he started a book of anti Catholicism.
Momo's head hurt still, watching her teacher read her booklet only made it hurt worse. He was an ass in class about her work and only stricter after when he read through her works as he critiques each piece like she will be doing something with this.
She stared at him, his tan skin being lit by the sunlight. All it did was cause her to look down at his chest where his chain hanged. Momo felt her cheeks burning a bit.
"Momo I have a question." She snapped her head up only to see him still looking at her paper. "Yeah?" She asked.
"Do you even know why he was called that?"
He ruined it her three second happiness.
Momo crossed her arms as she looked up at her teacher. "Mister Kim, why-"
"Seriously just, just help me out. Explain to me." He spoke, leaning close to look at her paper on the desk. Yet Momo was close enough to catch his scent, her head running because... well that smelled familiar.
"Joh-John Donne was a metaphysical philosopher, I-it was his style that made him get dubbed that.."
Was it the jacket?
She continued on her explanation, the words flowing past her mouth probably made no sense as she watched her teacher nod along while he listened to her and read over her paper.
No, Mister Kim didn't party.
Maybe it's a common smell? Just amongst very attractive men.
"Momo? Are you ok?" He asked, looking at her with a questioning look. She swallowed, nodding as she put her hands underneath her thighs and started to rock so she could try and focus.
"Ne, just- my head kinda hurts." She reasoned, the instructor only nodding.
"Ok, well next page." He spoke reaching across and flipping her booklet. And his scent drifted towards her once more in the wind.
