𝑰'𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳

02

☆ Lee Tae-Moon ☆
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   After spending ten minutes looking for his classroom, Tae-Moon had finally found the fashion department. Noticing that the doors are closed and there's a voice of a teacher present, he made his way to the door quietly as possible.

Would they notice if I just walk in?

With clammy hands, the short male opened the sliding door softly, only to be met by his teacher's voice dying down and his fellow students looking back towards him. With an awkward smile, Tae-Moon closed the door and then bowed quickly.

Well, I guess not.

"I'm so sorry for being-!"

"I take it you are Lee Tae-Moon?" The teacher interrupted; his tone laced with impatience. The student nodded his head.

"I, yes sir." He said quickly and with a soft, shy tone. The older man hummed and nodded towards the seats.

"Alright, then. Go pick a seat." He instructed, turning his attention to his work desk.

Thinking that was the end of it, Tae-Moon hummed and dropped his smile. He then walked towards the seat located, in front of a blonde-haired teen, right next to the window.

Yes... I got the window seat. I haven't seen the outside world from a higher height in so long-

"Oh, and by the way, Lee Tae-Moon." The voice of his teacher brought the student of his thoughts and towards the front. The older man glared as he rearranged the papers in his hand.

"I got my eye on you."