The Sort of Handyman | BTS

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I sighed, knees pinned together but feet spread awkwardly as I sat impatiently in the student administrative office. My bangs that curtained my face fluttered with the sudden puff of air before falling back gently against my cheeks. Annoyed, I began to tap my foot impatiently. Once. Twice. Thrice. The math teacher, a short and plump woman, paused her reading, glancing up at me over the frame of her glasses to shoot me a glare. I offered an apologetic grin halfheartedly at her and smoothed the material of my skirt, immediately putting my foot to rest.

The door to the principal's office swung open suddenly, surprising me, and out came the dictated leader himself. I stood quickly, bowing immediately. The teachers stood as well, offering bows of respect before resuming their work. "Ah! Song Ya Na! Welcome!" Principal Nim announced, walking towards me with a bright smile and an outstretched hand. I accepted his sweaty handshake, smiling back awkwardly as I tugged at the hem of my blazer with the other.

"You're Song Ji's daughter, correct?" He inquired, finally releasing his grip on my frail hand. I wiped my palm on my skirt, maintaining a poised face.

"Yes, sir," I nodded softly.

"Ah, please, call me Principal Nim. I look forward to watching your performance this semester, Ya Na. I'm sure you will make an excellent addition to Hana Academy of Seoul." His smile was off-putting; a bit too enthusiastic and ass-kissing, if you asked me. I'm sure it was due to my mother's increasingly famous status in the business world and her generous donations to the school board - Principal Nim was only sucking up to me so that I could put in a good word to my mother, however I couldn't really care any less for his politics. I just wanted to get to my classroom and begin my horrid first day officially.

I smiled again and nodded because I was unsure of what else to say - aside from, "Are we going to stand here all day?" but that didn't seem too appropriate.

"I'll allow your homeroom teacher to show you to your classroom. Let me know if there is anything you need, it will be no trouble at all," I swear, if the other teachers weren't watching so closely, he would have winked. I bowed as he left, offering a quick farewell before following a young man out of the office.

"Hello, my name is Lee Jae Beom. I will be your homeroom teacher this semester. It is nice meeting you, Ya Na," he greeted.

I bowed to him, saying, "It is nice meeting you." He was a quiet guy, not uttering another word as he led me through the empty halls. As soon as we reached the classroom, his demeanor seemed to change. He slid the door open and stepped into the room, whilst I hovered at the open doorway. He cleared his throat, rapping on the wooden podium three quick times.

Students that had been scattered about, talking animatedly in huddled groups immediately hurried to their desks and sat down in hushed silence. Mr. Lee greeted the class, gripping the podium at the front of the room calmly. "You will be receiving a new classmate as of today. Come in and greet yourself," he addressed me lastly, beckoning me into the lion's den with a taunting wave of his arm. From the open doorway, I could feel hungry eyes on me, but I refused to fully address the class with my gaze.

Shuffling next to the podium, I bowed formally before standing upright. "Hello, my name is Song Ya Na. I hope you will take care of me," it was an empty statement but it seemed to satisfy Mr. Lee all the same because he waved me off.

"You may find an open seat."

I could hear their whispers as I strode to the empty desk at the back of the room. "Couldn't even be bothered to attend to the first day back." "Wah, so chic." "Doesn't even act friendly." They didn't bother me in the slightest, my annoyance would wane and I would remain passive as always.