▩ teacher lounge

@kim mingyu Why would you even bother... what's in it for you... you don't even like kids... All of those questions, accusations - honestly, people were right. If he could, he would stay away from his own lesson, dictating a poor sub what he's supposed to do. The only reason he took Mingyu's job, was because said person issued him a challenge. He dared to question Jinhwan's teaching style and even went as far as to doubt his personal skills. This substitute offer was just a simple 'watch me and burn with shame' Jinhwan took upon himself. He had somewhat knowledge regarding Kim's style and the way he enjoyed spending time with his, oh so lovely, students. That's why Jinhwan only wanted to piss him off. When someone denies him access, he'll do everything that's in his power to fight against the obstacle. It's childish, really. Sitting somewhere between his psychological undertones - when a mother doesn't want you to do a bungee jump, while you yourself was too afraid to do it. Now, with the knowledge of opposition, you have the means to do just that.

The lesson of course went as expected. During the first few minutes, after his introduction and privilege to meet those... trully, wonderful... students, a couple of boys tried their tricks to learn how far will he let them push. Luckily for Jinhwan, besides them, there were a group of mixed students that know him from drama club and quickly spread the message around their mates. Jinhwan, after using his whistle non-stop for three minutes, sitting down, managed to get the rowdy boys off the unnecessary equipment. He started to like the echo in this large hall. It made the sound almost painful to bear. Later, when Jinhwan spoke, he stated one clear rule - do not speak, unless you're asked. Giggling girls from the back didn't seem to understand, so instead of repeating himself, he ordered everyone to do laps. For every person that spoke, he closed one window. It barely took half an hour to cut fresh air from flowing, while air conditioning... who needs that devil of technology? For the first time, Jinhwan was actually happy that it was two periods PE today.

Mingyu gave him an instruction, to have them warmed up, take records of gymnastics, and if there was time left, let them play a game. Why, of course Jinhwan would do just that. After first period, tired and exhausted kids gave him no problems, silent and waiting for the upcoming doom. No one spoke, so they deserved their game. Jinhwan even joined them, he created the teams - he decided to play dodge ball. Half of the student's decided to lay on the benches and cheer (if you call heavy breathing cheering), while the other ended up outed by Jinhwan himself. No one stated the rule where it is allowed to hit someone with the ball. All in all, he found himself rather enjoying this lesson. Maybe he'll convince other PE teachers to let him take over.

He re-thought whole lesson, as he reached the lounge. Once he noticed Mingyu, he couldn't stop the smile from growing.
"I told you they wouldn't cause any problems," he took his hand out to shake PE teacher's.

@kim jinhwan Mingyu wasn't one to hand his class over to a stranger especially someone he had never properly met before. But who was he to deny what the chairman had chosen, Kim Jinhwan. From what Mingyu saw, he wasn't exactly the best teacher one could ask for, often abusive and very violent with his words. Now why exactly did Jinhwan want to take over his class, that reason was unclear. As Mingyu scanned through the camera footage on his computer, he watched as students from different classes were cowering in fear from this teacher, this showed that he would make the worst teacher for his class.
That all changed when Mingyu saw the dedication and passion he put into dramas, it was as if he was a different person. Kim Jinhwan, maybe it was the right choice for him to teach p.e.

As Mingyu waited outside in the teacher lounge, he swirled his drink around before taking a huge gulp. It had been a few days and it was time to find out how well this Jinhwan had taught his class. He could hear the clock ticking second by second as teachers scrambled around to get to their next class. With one final sip he let out a sigh
"When is he going to show up..."

@hirai momo [s.h] Mingyu looked at the female student, his grip on the can of coke becoming more and more tighter as the seconds past by. Silence filled the air as only blinks of the eyes was exchanged between them. He was shocked at how a person whom he'd never met (or has he) was standing in his office holding a precious photograph of his family. Mingyu heard the soft utter of a question escaping her lips, he took one step closer opening his mouth to speak before backing down and sighing with a slight shake of his head. He thought through everything that had just happened in these past few minutes, he went to get a drink, the student was in his office and....she was holding his family picture. "I'm your substitute teacher, Kim Mingyu. I highly suggest you place that picture frame down, you shouldn't touch property that doesn't belong to you." he cleared his throat, stating the words in a stern and serious voice. As he took more steps closer to his desk, his grip on the can had loosened but his glare was intense, sharp enough to cut through a soul. "please answer me this...why are you touching that and why did you mess up my office?"

@kim mingyu ( i'm glad you liked it < 3 )

Even as the sound of the door slamming open and a loud "BWO?!" rang through her ears, Momo Hirai didn't move, nor did she flinch. She gave no reaction at all as she just blinked, staring at his photo frame intently. Her larynx moves as she intakes a gulp of nothing and her eyebrows became furrowed, mouth open agape but no with no words leaving them. How? Her father and brother had disappeared off the radar a long time ago (six years, to be precise), and she doesn't want to believe that the new substitute could be related to them in any ways. Her mind can't fathom what's really going on right now but she utters one short and simple word, although it sounded like she was in agony over such a thing. "How?" Momo's hear slowly lifts itself upwards to glance at the tall figure by the door, the man unmoving as well before she abruptly takes a stand. Her hand is clutching onto the frame rather tightly that you can practically feel how much pressure she's applied onto it and it's not really a nice sight, especially since her hand was shaking on its own and the girl's face is turning a dark shade of red by the minute. "Who are you?"

@hirai momo [s.h] "Momo, we need to talk about your absences from my class. Meet me at the teacher's lounge after school." those exact words replayed through Mingyu's head as he pondered about whether or not that came out rude and demanding. It wasn't his intention, it wasn't exactly the best day for him and his real purpose was to just hand some papers that this apparent delinquent of a student had not yet received. He watched as the clock's handed slowly moved, with each tick nearing the end of the day for all the students in this massive place. Mingyu stood up from his chair and walked our to the nearest vending machine, it'll be time for this student to arrive and collect their important papers for the class. He looked at the many different options in the vending machine, there was a wide variety of chocolates, candies, drinks and many more for everyone to feast on. Mingyu reached into his pocket and grabbed a few loose change, popping them into the money slot and choosing two cokes to come out. He watched as the crane slowly pushed the said items out, reaching in to grab them from the dispenser. With that he heard the bell ring loudly as it rang in his ears, quickly he hurried back to his office both coke in hand. Mingyu kicked door open to find a messed up desk and a small figure picking up his old photo frame.
"BWO?!"

( your starter was beautiful < 3 )

@kim mingyu "What does he even need me for, anyways? I have so much to do with council so if he wastes my time..." Momo trails off, blowing her bangs in annoyance as she plops herself down right on Mingyu's comfy chair. "'Momo, we need to talk about your absences from my class. Meet me at the teacher's longue after school.'" She mocks, moving her fingers to mimic quotation marks. "Who does he think he is, a teacher? Pft, only a mere sub," There she goes again with her usual disrespect. Well, at least, the ones done in discreet and out of anyone's view, because Momo was simply just a two-faced girl. Plopping her bag down next to the desk, she turns in the swivel chair, as carefree as ever, until she hits her leg on the corner of his desk. This time, the teenager curses under her breath before she lazily plops herself to sit nicely again and decides to rummage through Mingyu's desk. Bad idea, but she does it anyways because the girl is a busybody and naturally curious... hence her major in investigative journalism. There's literally nothing in his temporary desk except bills and loose paper, but her finger hits something tougher than paper and she digs it up. It's a photo frame, nothing unusual, until she realizes the two people in it. Dad and her older brother?

[ i at starters, forgive me. ]