seonghwa has a passion and that passion is teaching. he always knew he wanted to look over kids, and i mean, who wouldn’t ? waking up in the morning, having his job to look forward to is perfect.

each little but significantly big impact he makes on these children will be the start of world peace. you’d think with his existence, we already have it, but i guess not.

one thing. he had yet to teach a single kid yet. because it was his first day, too.

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he was so stressed about this all night long. he’d gone over the schedule and class roster over and over again. he’d start the day with an introduction, let the kids talk, reading a book on the reading carpet, starting a worksheet about complete sentences, lunchtime, recess, naptime, phonics, then simple math.

should be an easy day, right ? especially for him !! teaching kindergarteners was nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, nothing to..

‘what if they all hate me ?’ –

things started off easy. kiddos were being dropped off and were playing with the toys scattered around different stations in the classroom. seonghwa loved his classroom. it took him a whole saturday to decorate, so he’d hoped it’d be appreciated.

little voices were heard everywhere and he was starting to get a little overwhelmed. good god, he should’ve signed up for a classroom aid…

he was abruptly brought out of his thoughts but a little girl being forced into the classroom by her father who looked like he was in a hurry. she looked like she was on the verge of tears when her father ran out.

hwa took the initiative to approach her. he crouched down, opening his arms.

“don’t cry, baby. he’ll be back.” he gave her a sweet smile with his starry eyes. “what’s your name, darling ?” he asked, even though he knew it already from memorizing the class roster. how cute..