MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND | JIKOOK ✔

CHP 2

The next morning at school, Jimin has an increasingly hard time keeping his eyes open as he sits at his desk, grading the tests he was told to not worry about last night. His high school students are busy working quietly on unit assignments, and the soft white noises they make are almost soothing enough to lull him into a much needed slumber. He can feel himself slipping and when he does, he looks up with cautious eyes, noticing that one of his students has caught him. He smiles sheepishly, however the young boy simply stares at him.

Jimin rubs his nape and clears his throat, returning to the daunting papers sitting beneath his nose. There's nothing he hates more than failing his students and so for the rest of the work period, he grades them  diligently.

Soon the class ends, and the Science teacher is able to hand back their Biology tests. He's pleased to find some happy faces, however a few of his student's overtake a downhearted expression and he knows he's going to have to talk with them shortly to uplift their spirits. They all pile out of the classroom, saying goodbye to Jimin and wishing him a good weekend. His smile doesn't falter, but as soon as he's alone, as soon as nobody is watching, he slumps back into his chair and buries his face in his hands, exhaling heavily.

Soon he departs from the haven of his hands and he scans his cluttered desk briefly, taking in all of the papers he's required to go over and hand back to his students. He sighs at the thought of having to stay late, yet that seems to be the only plausible option seeing as nothing will get done at home.

Jimin rubs at his irritated eyes, not having to use contact lenses in months. He grips the plethora of papers on his desk, shuffling  through all of them and getting to work.

The teacher spends hours upon hours until he believes he's the only one at the school, desperate for a quick dose of hot coffee. Standing up from his desk, he walks sluggishly to the teacher's lounge, grabbing himself a mug from one of the cabinets. Jimin starts the coffee machine and after doing so, he leans against the counter, pulling out his phone.

As if right on cue, he receives another text message and an immediate chill ripples down his spine. He can feel the hairs on his arms rise as he reads it over.

Unknown:
I forgot how good
you looked in a dress
shirt and tight dress pants.
I can't wait to touch
you again.
Read at 7:03 PM.

Jimin fumbles with his phone, shoving it in his back pocket. Suddenly the room has gotten much colder and he completely forgets about the coffee being brewed. He leaves the teacher's lounge and makes his way back to his classroom. During his paced walk, his paranoia sets in as he constantly peers over his shoulder.

As soon as he reaches his classroom, he shoves all of his papers inside of his bag as well as his belongings and swings it over his shoulder in a panicked frenzy. He can feel as well as hear his heart pounding in his ears and the fear consuming him only amplifies as the lights are killed and everything goes pitch black.

Jimin keeps his mouth closed, terrified as he exits his classroom, walking through the barren and dark hallways of his high school. He isn't sure if he can hear noises, or if it's just his mind playing tricks on him considering the circumstances. Whatever it may be, he's still as equally afraid once he exits the school, walking quickly to reach his vehicle parked at the side of his building.

Fumbling with the keys in his small hands, a lump residing in his throat and threatening to burst in the form of tears has Jimin whimpering quietly and desperately. Unfortunately he drops them, and when he does, he feels a hand press to his shoulder.

The teacher whips around with fear stricken eyes and soaked cheeks, surprised to find Officer Jeon standing before him with a concerned expression on his face.