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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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A/N: I’m currently in the phase where novelty has worn off but things haven’t got super exciting yet (same thing happened with all of my other series), so I really apologise if this isn’t great. I just wanted to get something out even if it wasn’t as long as my chapters normally are. This one is 1.8k.

LOST IN TRANSLATION ↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER FOUR ↳You have your first English class and enjoy a welcome lunch with (almost) all of the teachers.

You lean over to the small boy sitting on the carpet next to you. “Hi there,” you whisper in slow but cheerful English, “my name is Y/n. What is your name?”

The little boy blinked comically, chubby cheeks adorned with two bright red patches from being put on the spot. “My name…is…Min-jae! Nice to mee chu!”

You beam at him and return the sentiment. The two of you were near the back of the classroom, directly across from Namjoon in a closely packed circle of cross-legged kids. You had just finished up roll call, and a pop quiz on what they had covered in their previous lesson, and now Namjoon was passing around little whiteboards with markers attached. It was a different class from yesterday, these kids a bit younger but just as enthusiastic.

After leaving the staffroom, you had immediately regretted turning down the offer of an escort and had ended up slipping into the English room at the last second, with no time to chat to Namjoon before they got started.

“Okay, class,” the teacher announced loudly, cutting through the excited chatter, “today we are learning some new words. We are going to learn how to talk about the weather! Does anyone know any English words about the weather?” The students look around the room curiously, none raising their hands. “Nobody?”

You wait for him to continue, but instead of moving on, he’s gasping, hands to his cheeks like a movie cover, staring straight at you. You give him a confused smile.

“Oh no, students! Y/n doesn’t know any English words about the weather!” The class dissolves into raucous laughter as you put on a glare, trying to stop your lips from curling up. “Y/n, do you never talk about the weather?”

“Yes, I talk about the weather!”

Namjoon’s eyes twinkle behind his silver wire glasses. “Y/n, how is the weather today?”

You take a look out the window. “Today is cold, brr, and it is raining.”

He lets out a laugh at your charade of rubbing your arms up and down. “Exactly! Class, did you understand that?” There was an unpromising proportion of head shakes to nods. Namjoon chuckles and cracks open a blue marker, beginning to write on the whiteboard. “Y/n said two things: it is cold, and it is raining. Cold, cold and raining, raining. Now, in Korean, we…”

You let yourself tune out a little to the explanation, choosing instead to look him over as he passionately explained the intricacies of verbs and adjectives to the bewildered students. You had noticed how he attempted to hunch over a little to make himself seem smaller among the tiny bodies of the children, although his gangly legs stuck out almost halfway into the little circle you were all sitting in.

His dress shirt was a little rumpled and you could see the finger smudges on his glasses from ten feet away, but he still came across as completely put-together and in control. He kept this encouraging smile on constantly as he both spoke and listened to the spiels of the students, and it looked like his skin was practically glowing in the lights of the classroom. You quietly seethed over the fact that your English teacher growing up was a stuck-up lady who was so behind in technology that she requested you fax your essays to her. If you had been taught by a man like Namjoon when you were in high school, you probably would’ve fallen in love on the spot.

What were you kidding; you could probably easily fall in love with him now. As if sensing your thoughts were on him, he glanced over to you and gave you a soft smile. You blushed and looked away quickly, busying yourself by picking at the fibers of the carpet.

“Now we’re going to play a game, everyone,” Namjoon broke off at the enthusiastic cheers, and you couldn’t help but laugh yourself. It seemed the only thing these kids did were games. “Get into groups of three or four and find yourself a spot in the room.”

Your heart grew three sizes when you were immediately flooded by more than five kids, the two on either side of you, Min-jae and a little girl you couldn’t remember the name of, latching onto your arms tightly. You look up at Namjoon, unsure what to do and a little startled.

Namjoon laughs. “Y/n will be with us for a whooole year, guys, so you don’t need to worry. Some of you can form your own group, okay?”

Four students reluctantly pulled away to bunch up together, and you were left with the two beside you, and another little boy who looked scruffy and mischievous. He proudly introduced himself as Ken, and the girl next to you whispered her name shyly, Jisoo.

The game was simple; shout out a word in English relating to weather and you all had to act it out. Groups that did the wrong action were out. However, you (and you suspect Namjoon as well) weren’t prepared for how earnestly the groups would fight for their place in the game. Elaborate backstories would be formed on why fanning your face actually meant it was cold (“because when it’s cold outside, Teacher puts on the heater and then it gets so hot inside!”) or why cowering from the sky wasn’t for rain, it was for sun (“I was being a vampire!”). Namjoon seemed to be an extremely softhearted teacher, and he would keep giving them second and third and fourth chances until the bell rung and you still hadn’t found a winner.

The kids scattered before Namjoon could assign homework, and you walked up to his desk as he sighed and tipped his head back.

“Good class today,” you quipped, “I certainly learnt a lot.”

You averted your gaze from the arched column of his neck as he swallowed before speaking. “I hoped you were a very strict teacher so that we would get some work done for once. But no.”

You laughed a little, stretching out your legs from being sat down on the floor for so long. “Do we have another class?”

Namjoon shook his head. “It’s, uh, break time. The kids eat lunch now.”

“Oh, okay. What do we do?”

He stood up, holding out a large palm. “We eat too. Let’s go.”

Instead of being led back to the staffroom, as it turned out, breaktime was spent with the staff gathering at a picnic table on the corner of the field, looking over the students as some brave ones decided to play in the rain.

No matter the weather, at least one staff member had to be watching over the kids outside during breaks, and, as Art Kim was explaining to you, they decided a few years ago that it was nicer for them to all be together outside rather than fighting over who had to eat alone.

“That is very cute,” you comment, “very nice.”

He smiles softly, grabbing some more meat from the middle and placing it on your still half-full plate before picking out some for himself. “We’ve become a little family here. It’s been the same staff since…” he trailed off, eyes distant, and you followed his gaze to see Jimin with a tense jaw and dark eyes, the first time you had seen him like that since meeting him. “Since a few years ago,” Art Kim finished awkwardly. He brightened up and jostled your shoulder lightly. “That’s why we’re all so excited for you to be here. It’s about time we had a new face in the school.”

Your eyes glaze over a little as you begin to devour small cuts of the beef you had been given. “Is it, um, you, sorry…” You try and do the grammar in your head as he waits patiently. “Is this food what you eat every day?”

He glances at the impressive layout of dishes on the uneven wooden beams of the picnic table. “Oh, no! This is a special welcome lunch for you. We all pitched in and got some traditional Korean food for you to try.”

You look around the table properly for the first time, seeing the kind faces of all the staff that had welcomed you with open arms. “Thank you so much! I’m very grateful.” But as you look them over, you notice one missing. “Uh, where is Teacher Min?”

Teacher Jung immediately bursts into boisterous laughter. The principal reaches out and whacks him on the forehead before turning to you. “He’s gone to get his lunch. Any moment now, he’ll come out and start accusing someone of stealing it.”

The science teacher rolls his eyes and stretches back in his chair. “Hobi’s been stealing Yoongi’s lunch and he thinks none of us know it’s him.”

The teacher in question gasps in offense. “Hey! Who told you?” He shoots you a quick glare before Jimin buts in.

“Ah, hyung,” he chastises, “you’re a terrible liar. All of us except Yoongi know.”

He frowns, crossing his arms over. “You haven’t told him?”

Jeon answers with an easy shrug. “It’s a lot of fun watching Yoongi grow more paranoid. We’ve got a bet on how long it takes him to find out.”

The principal splutters. “You what? Why wasn’t I invited into the bet?”

You feel like you’re watching a tennis match, head swiveling back and forth, mouth slightly open as you focus on each line.

It’s the art teacher that responds to him in a calm baritone. “You can place a bet now if you want. Me and Namjoon have already lost, we thought he’d figure it out within a week. Jungkook says by this Thursday, and Jimin says he won’t realize until someone tells him. What do you think?”

Principal Kim taps his chopsticks against his plate in thought. “What’s the prize?”

“The winner gives all of their homework to one teacher of their choice, who has to grade it. Excluding Yoongi, because he’s suffered enough.” You let out a little laugh at Jeon’s matter-of-fact explanation.

Principal Kim sighs out dramatically. “I don’t have any homework to give away! There’s no point in me taking part. I’ve already got enough on the line if Hoseok wins.”

Jimin looks at a spot in the distance behind you and his eyes fly wide open. “Can I change my bet?” he asks hurriedly. “I think he’s going to figure out right…about…now.”

The yell is so ferocious the students outside freeze in their tracks, and the PE teacher pales, face falling slack.

“Hoseooooooooook!”

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