San was the principle to a private highschool, he was cold and strict towards staff as well students and parents, he didn’t seem to even have a warm heart at the most. Despite how cold his personality was though, he definitely was a human furnace. It seemed like he was constantly hot, even in -20 weather, it appeared his body temperature also did NOT have an off switch. How funny, everything about him is the opposite!
He was married, well, IS married, but it’s a marriage long since fallen apart. No kids, boring sex life, and overall different paths. Neither he or his wife has the energy to file divorce papers though.
He recently hired a new English teacher. Jung Wooyoung. A young man, married happily, and pretty set for life. Just became a teacher since he had the degree and knowledge. And a pretty patient personality with teens and kids, despite how some of them would mock his eyes, or mock how his smile looked, or maybe sometimes would drag him for how his body looked..
These kids hated him, all because he still had life in his eyes. All because he still had a small sparkle of excitement when the teachers pet would show interest in the work while everyone else would groan, or when the girls would attempt getting an “A” in another way for their sick, sick fantasies that could ruin the man’s life— Thats enough.
It was 7pm, all teachers were supposed to be at home. Maybe eating or watching tv, maybe having fun with a significant other, or perhaps just sleeping. That’s the basics. But not to Wooyoung apparently..
San was in his sleek grey and white suit walking down the halls, hair neatly styled, glasses resting on his nose making it easier for him to see from far away. He noticed one of the classroom lights were on, classroom H-52. He grumbled to himself, annoyed, thinking that a teacher probably forgot to turn the lights off, but when he walked into the room he saw Wooyoung.
The man had a stack of essays, reading each one. His head rested in one of his hands, the other holding a paper. The lifefilled shimmer in his eyes gone and missing.
“Mr. Jung.” San grunted, staring at the English teacher.
The man seemed to jump a little, eyes lighting up. The shine that returned just seemed because he wasn’t relaxed though, more “Ah someone’s here I need to look happy and young!” Instead of the usual reason.
“It is 7pm. The school closes at 7:30.” San grumbled, flicking the light off for extra emphasis.