❝What is it Ms. Jeon? Don't you want me yet? Am i not good enough for you?❞
What happens when you fall in love with your own drama teacher? How would you deal with the drama that he will bring in your life? What if your whole life is just a stage?
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5⠀S E P T E M B E R 11:32 A.M.(KOREA) ━━━━━━━━━━
Crap!
You're so late for school.
"Crappity crap!" You grumble between tired breaths while frantically shoving your pencilcase inside your bag. Your father was already in his car, waiting for you to hurry the heck up and get your butt outside. However, you couldn't help but wonder if your older brother- Jungkook- stole your seat at the front as well. There were times where he wouldn't even dare, but.
He turned slightly more mischievous lately, ever since he's made friends with this odd dude called Hoseok.
After promptly zipping up your bag, you rapidly bolt out the living room and sprint out the front house door. The heaviness of your bag weighed you down greatly, but in this instance, you could do nothing but to try coping with it. As your feet speedily lead your body down the small doorsteps, they slip over the smooth cement and you trip over your own feet; falling down on your knees as your palms scratch over the hard ground beneath you.
You tuck a strand of your hair behind one of your ears with a hand, while the other one supports up your body as you stand on your fours. Once you lift your head up, your gaze meets your brother's and you momentarily observe the way he watches you through the car's tinted window with a smirk.
That maggot...
Instantly getting up on your feet as you roughly dust yourself off, you proceed to fast-walk towards your father's ruby red Ford as your lips form a pout on your reddened face. Once you get to the car, you open the back door and get inside, tossing your backpack aside before closing the vehicle door. Quickly grabbing a hold of the seatbelt, you slightly adjust it before putting it on to hold yourself secure on the backseat.
''You okay, princess?'' Your father questions softly as he twists the engine key 'round to start up the car. You could see his gentle smile through the front mirror and the way his eyes glance at Jungkook for a split second.
''No, not quite.'' Pain. The only thing that seemed to hurt at the moment was your pride. Nevermind the scratches on your knees and palms.
"Ah, what's with the gloomy attitude? Try to pick yourself up a bit today. You'll have a wonderful day, i'm sure of it." The man with dark hair then straightens up his posture and he comfortably leans back in his seat, before turning the steering wheel as he begins driving out.
"It doesn't seem like it. She's very late." Jungkook suddenly coughed, snickering with amusement.
Oh. You had to open your damn mouth just to talk garbage, didn't you?
"Shut up. Karma goes round' like a wheel, Jungkookie. I don't think your day will be great either, so do me a favour and hush." Dramatically rolling your eyes back, you prop an elbow over the back seat while you twirl a strand of your hair around your finger, before letting go.
