NXT 2 U [Minsung AU]

-8- Voices

~POV Jisung~

"So you're Mr. Han! Welcome!" Mr. Bang exclaimed, who was indeed, the sexiest English teacher I had seen in my life.

As soon as he entered the teachers room for lunch, he greeted me with great enthusiasm and a frank smile I immediately liked. He also insisted that I call him "Bangchan" like the other colleagues. Solar, for her part, had informed me of something important that immediately caught my attention : as the 3C-3 homeroom teacher, I had access to the class follow-up book, a thick binder that contained each student personal files since their arrival at the high school.

This file could help me get a better idea of my students personalities and, among them, my indecipherable neighbour. I didn't want to make a difference, but I was curious. Concerned. Professionally curious and concerned. As a teacher, I wanted to do things right. I wanted my students to take their studies seriously, but I also wanted them to have a serene and enjoyable schooling, to fit in well with their class, with the other high school students... I wanted them to be beaming.

I wanted it for each of them, but especially for him... because I was afraid he wasn't doing well.

"You can take it in the headmaster's office." Mr. Shin commented. "I'll accompany you after lunch."

Immediately, the charming art teacher looked up at the ceiling.

"Let him breathe, for God sake! I'm sure you've been sticking him all morning like an old gum!" Then, she turned to me with a serious look on her face. "Don't let him continue or he'll lobotomize you, Han..."

Solar came straight to the point. She didn't seem to like the mathematician very much and now, I understood better why. Stupid me! I should have run away when I still had the chance. I should have understood that if no teacher stayed for lunch in the teacher room, it was for a good reason. I should have followed her and Bangchan, when they signalled me to leave the room quickly, as if I was in danger of being trapped in some hell, but I had been too slow to understand.

Well done, me...

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Teachers room was Mr. Shin's territory and I had understood this too late. Now, his smirk was giving me an headache. Now, it was too late. 

I had just had lunch alone with him in that big empty room, listening to him talk to me and above all, talk to himself. He wasn't mean, but he had almost ruined my appetite. I couldn't take it anymore. It was a purge... a punishment...

Damn it...

I had already experienced some boring moments in my life, but nothing like that... Nothing could compare to a lunch break with Mr. Shin telling you his great and glorious life story, from cradle to today. I feel like I want to shoot myself... No. I want to shoot him...

I had heard everything : his childhood, adolescence, years at university, his attraction for winter sports, his habit of shining his shoes when he got up in the morning, his monitor lizard named Gloupsimalo (I hated lizards, but even a dirty beast like that didn't deserve such a name) and now, he was chattering about teaching virtues, rules and discipline...

God... help me...

He was going to make me sick...

Maybe I should throw up on him...

Hmmm...

"Mr. Han?"

"Hn..."

"You seem to be somewhere else..."