Even as a young child, Jisoo was known for being kindhearted and caring. With two wonderful parents who taught him right, how could there possibly be a bad bone in his body? If there was, it wasn't as distinct. Besides, there was no harm in being nice all the time. As he grew older, he grew fond of children. He would frequently take up babysitting jobs and quickly became acquainted with kids. In retrospect, he never thought he would become a teacher. A kindergarten teacher at that. Usually, when it came to teaching, people would often tackle teaching careers that revolved around high schoolers or perhaps adults in college. Rarely, it would be middle school, but it was a higher ratio compared to elementary school. But as soon as Jisoo became an assistant teacher for middle schoolers, he wasn't able to handle the struggling, consistent mood changes they beared. As for high school, it was a pain in his . To put it lightly, of course. Too many cliques, drama, it was too much to keep up with. Sure, he was seen as a pretty cool teacher but Jisoo didn't seem all that comfortable when it came to an environment that involved older kids. Especially when he volunteered at a college, he quickly dropped out within a week. A new record at that. Time passed before Jisoo rightfully claimed a spot at the local elementary school that was open to any kids. Even til' now, it was evident enough his soft spot for children remained. Was it the way they were carefree and innocent that lured him in, or perhaps he missed being a child himself? Nonetheless, his official teaching career began. It had been a whole year, nearing two since Jisoo had been teaching at the elementary school. It was a known fact that his first year was an absolute mess for a few months, but he quickly played it off. He got along with the parents and staff as well, so it was nice for him not to get yelled at, perhaps scolded, but teasingly at most. Jisoo was too kind for his own good after all. 

The loud shrill from the bell interrupted Jisoo’s words, a tight lipped smile on his face as he waited for it to end His students who sat criss cross on the alphabet carpet, either squealed from surprise or excitement. Clapping his hands, he gained their attention, keeping his hands clasped together now, “We’ll continue this tomorrow.” his tone was light, soft even, “Go back to your desks and pack your things. Don’t leave this classroom until your parents enter this class. If they are outside in their car, tell me, and I’ll come with you, okay?” Jisoo offered, before watching the kids quickly get up from their designated letter they chose and to their things, in which they quickly packed. He then took the time to clean up his desk.

It was already two months into the school year and Jisoo thought it was going smoothly. Better than last year. That was a mess. It was probably because they gave him so many kids to handle since they couldn’t hire another Kindergarten teacher in time. But to Jisoo, it seemed like they lacked the funds that year since many people quit, gaining a better job offer or teaching just wasn’t their thing anymore. Fortunately, this year lots of people interviewed for the available positions and they didn’t have to force a third grade teacher to teach a fifth grade class or just have a staff, who knew nothing at all, to sub in a class of a sick teacher.

With that, Jisoo never filed a vacation or a sick day since he didn’t quite want his students confused by the sudden change in teachers, especially if they do nothing. It would be a play day all day. As fun as that would be, he wanted his students to learn about themselves and others around them. It was also good to be exposed to a new environment. As time passed, Jisoo cleaned up most of his things, humming whatever came into his mind. That’s when his ears perked up, hearing the sound of laughter. It was quiet for so long, he thought he was alone and all the kids were gone. Looking around with parted lips, he blinked when he saw the trio that were always connected at the hips; Hansol, Seungkwan, and Chan.

Setting his papers down on his desk, he walked over to them and crouched down, looking at what they were doing. Chan was determined to finish coloring in the coloring book while snickering, Hansol was rolled onto his side laughing, and finally Seungkwan was waving a book around threateningly, face red with annoyance as he was scolding the two. But he immediately quieted once Jisoo came, a pout now playing on his face. 

“Mr. Hong!” Seungkwan whined out, “They are being mean!” 

“Oh?” Jisoo quirked one eyebrow up, almost amused, “What did they do?” 

“Tickles! They tickled me and wouldn’t stop!” 

“Tickles?” the teacher gasped dramatically, “How horrible! Don’t worry, I’ll give them an earful for you, how does that sound?”

“No!” Hansol quickly intercepted, “I don’t want to listen, no, no!” 

Chan, who blinked innocently, mumbled, “Hansol wanted me to do it, I didn’t know what to do!” 

“What!? No!” Hansol wrapped his arms around Chan and laid down on him, pushing his weight onto the smaller male so he couldn’t move, “This isn’t fair!”

“You’re not fair!” Seungkwan huffed out, crossing his arms.

Jisoo always found amusement in the trio. One being his younger cousin, the other being his cousin’s childhood best friend, and Chan had no relations to them at all. He was talkative but never knew how ‘make’ a friend, but he indeed was sly when he wanted to be. He kept to himself nonetheless so it was hard for others to get close to him. It wasn’t until Hansol and Seungkwan were arguing and threw their lunches but ended up missing, hitting Chan directly while he was trying to read. Of course, apologies after apologies were spouted out as the class of ten students grew silent. Then a wicked grin was on Chan’s face as he replied tauntingly; Mmm, I don’t know if I want to forgive you. But then again, I will if you guys be my friends! That’s all! It went well until Jisoo got an earful from his father; Jeonghan. Claiming how his son got dirty and it would ruin the car seats. Jisoo sighed at the thought. His parenting skills were horrible but he could never flat out say it. Nonetheless, Chan ended up growing closer to them today so it was kind of a win-lose situation for him. 

“Get off Chan before you squish him, Hansol.” Jisoo scolded before saying, “Where are your parents?” 

“Work!” Hansol said as he sat up, now letting Chan lean against him in his attempt to squish him under his tiny body weight.

“Alright, if they take too long, I’ll take you home after these two leave. Are you coming over this weekend?”

“Yes, with Seungkwannie!” 

Jisoo nodded and stood back up, not before patting Chan’s head, who looked defeated at not being able to push him down. “Did you guys figure out what you’re doing for our talent show in two days?” he asked after a moment, fixing up the play area, picking up the stray toys and putting them in the bucket.

“Dance!” Chan immediately yelled out, surprising the three of them. His eyes gleamed with excitement, clapping his hands as he was now sprawled along Seungkwan’s and Vernon’s lap. “Can you sing for me?” Chan asked, staring at his teacher. 

“If I knew the song, most likely.” Jisoo nodded. “Is your father coming?”

At the mention of his dad, he deflated before shrugging loosely. “Maybe. I think so.” of course, Chan didn’t quite believe that. 

“Don’t worry, Chan, maybe Hansol and I can help with your music!” Seungkwan opted, changing the topic quickly, “In case Mr. Hong can’t do it!”

Chan then brightened up and nodded, “Okay!” rolling off of them, he sat up on the ground, “Mr. Hong, can we have dance time again?” a wide smile was on his face, “With your guitar and singing!” 

“Dance time?” Jisoo thought about it before nodding, “We can for a little bit.” walking back over to his desk, he opened the cabinet besides it and pulled out his guitar. Seating himself on his chair, the three kids were in front of him in a matter of minutes. 

Testing out his guitar, he strummed, seeing if it was tuned before quickly finding a rhythm of one of the nursery rhymes they did a few days ago. Counting silently to himself, he began sing once he hit the eighth beat. His gaze was fixated on the notes for just a moment before eventually looking up and watching the kids dancing to their heart's content. Seungkwan, who belted out the lyrics along with Jisoo, laughed once Chan and Hansol began to have a dance battle amongst themselves. Seungkwan took that opportunity to sit in a chair besides Jisoo, continuing to sing. Overtime, the teacher knew Seungkwan hated dancing. Well, he was good at it but exerting too much energy wasn't his forte. That was clearly shown when it was track field day and Seungkwan tried his best to linger