NXT 2 U [Minsung AU]

𝟚𝟘 • 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕪

~POV Jisung~

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Monday, November 9

Question :

1 catastrophic Saturday + 1 pitiful Sunday =

Hn. That's right.

A shitty weekend.

Wretched.

I was wretched.

I had spent my whole Sunday under my duvet, thinking about what had happened on that damn Saturday. Once at home that night, I'd drunk several beers, sitting on the floor in front of my sofa, looking at his cap which had stayed with me.

My head was so in the clouds I had forgot to give it back to him. After watching it for hours, I had gone to bed, hoping to tame that unacceptable turmoil reigning in my mind and, unfortunately, also in my heart.

Arriving at highschool this morning, I naively hoped I had succeeded. I hoped by setting foot in my workplace, I would be able to look at Minho with a teacher's eyes. I hoped the highschool's atmosphere would clear my head and help me erase that madness that had invaded me that weekend.

Naive, isn't it? Or rather, idiot.

On Monday, my first class was with the 3C-3s. So, I entered their classroom with an unsure step, trying as much as possible to look natural and confident. I greeted them as usual, without looking at my neighbor. But, when calling the roll I pronounced his name, I looked up at him by reflex.

Idiot, really...

Was the highschool's atmosphere magical? Did seeing him sitting at his desk, among the other students, make me forget everything? Of course... not. Like in a roller coaster, my heart had started beating faster, stronger, while I felt ashamed and guilty.

After that, I had avoided him. I had stopped looking in his direction, even though I saw often, of the corner of my eye, Hyunjin turn to him like a talkative friend. Then, at class' end, I had left their classroom in a hurry, praying to not run into him in the hallways.

Pathetic, isn't it? And it had been worse when, before afternoon classes started, Mr. Shin came to tell me that once again, one of my students had got into trouble. Entering the headmaster's study, I thought my heart would explode with worry. I expected to see my neighbor being scolded by Mr. Hyun, when I saw Hyunjin's begging gaze.

That one...

How could he have done something so stupid?

"It was just a game... a bet with other students..." He had said in his defense. "I'm quite good at baseball, so I thought I could do it. Actually, I was doing pretty well, but..."

Unsurprisingly, Solar didn't let him finish. She was furious because this unconscious, blindfolded, had hitting a baseball in the middle of the Honor Hall, which ball had landed on Yang Jeongin's picture, smashing its frame and glass into pieces.

#Disaster

No, really. Because, in addition to material damages, Hyunjin had found the way to break the photo frame of the whole highschool's most beloved student. So, as 1A-2's homeroom teacher, Solar wasn't going to forgive easily that infamy towards his adorable little favorite.

She was even scarier than Mr. Hyun and Mr. Shin put together and I couldn't do much because deep down, I understood her. But I probably should have intervened, because by offering to fix things by just paying a new frame, Hyunjin had made his case worse.