I'd like to thank khT_Fvr and their younger self for unintentionally giving me the idea for this chapter lol. Anyways now back to our regularly scheduled broadcasting. Enjoy!!

. . .

When Monday came around after Jinsoul's oddly eventful weekend she'd nearly forgotten about her taxing job as everyone's favorite substitute. If it weren't for Haseul banging on her door at six-thirty in the morning and forcing her to come to school with her and Chaewon because her car was a so-called 'safety hazard' Jinsoul probably would've stayed home with the annoying itch that she was forgetting something. She and Haseul had gone on a date the day after she had asked and it went well, their relationship was sort of undefined at the moment but Jinsoul didn't see any point in rushing into things anyway. They still needed to get to know eachother after all.

"Do you not own any work clothes?" Chaewon said with a judging tone, nothing Jinsoul wasn't used to by now. Haseul had left them alone in the car after stopping by a deli to get Chaewon her lunch. She looked down at her clothes, inspecting them. She was wearing a green knitted sweater, ripped black jeans, and her old converse (no laces this time).

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"For a hag, you kinda look like a broke college student." Chaewon sneered. Jinsoul swallowed her anger and rolled her eyes, shifting her attention to the social media apps on her phone trying not to let the waterfall of curses leave her lips.

"You've got a smart mouth, baby Hitler." Jinsoul heard the young girl scoff at her comment.

"Oh please, don't compare me to such a fool. If anything I take after Caesar." Chaewon declared, unbuckling her royal purple car seat and leaning towards the passenger seat of the minivan to face her teacher properly. "Which brings me to a proposition," Jinsoul rose her eyebrow and turned her head to face the tiny blonde."Every class needs a president, Ms. Jung."

"Continue." she turned off my phone giving the child her full attention.

"You need someone on the inside to help maintain order and I need the practice -- of course not to say that I'm not already prepared for world domination. But I digress, I suggest we have an election take place -- I believe in democracy after all."

"Who says you'll win?"

"I already have a large following in the classroom. If they don't worship me they fear me, Ms. Jung." The young girl snickered evilly, Jinsoul shivered feeling cold at the thought of how menacing such a small sweet-looking little girl could be. "If you don't then I'll just have to ruin your chances with my pretty Aunt Haseul!" Chaewon's demonic laughter grew louder as she settled back into her purple throne.

Not long after, Haseul had rejoined the both of them in the car. She gave Jinsoul a worried look before strapping her self into the driver seat. "You look kinda pale."

. . .

"Benjamin Franklin was not the first president of the U.S.!"

"But who's the teacher here, Taehyun-"

"Aunt Jinsoul!" Hyunjin's airy voice interrupted the debate Jinsoul was having with another student. She turned and flashed her a large grin, Hyunjin returned the sentiment by showing her a small smile of her own. The teacher shooed the six-year-old away but not before telling him they would continue with their conversation at a later time.

"Hello, loving niece. Wait, should I call you that? Long-time-best-friend's-daughter-that-calls-me-auntie? Doesn't roll off the tongue-"

"Jung Jinsoul!" Hyunjin shouted, snapping Jinsoul out of her discursion.

"Oh- uhm, what can I help you with, Hyun?"

"I wanted to apologize for causing a scene the other day," Jinsoul raised her eyebrow at her, looking around to see if Jungeun was around giving her a death glare or something, but she was nowhere to be found. "Not that I wanted to or anything, my mom lectured me a lot on Sunday about my pride and how I need to express my feelings a lot more or whatever and apologizing was the only way I could go to Heejin's place after the soccer game this week. Speaking of which not to be soft or anything but I was kind of wondering if you could go to that. You don't have to, but you're like apart of the family now and family gets to come to my games, also Yerim likes you and maybe she'll feel less awkward in the stands with just Aunt Jiwoo and Ms. Wong-"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," Hyunjin looked up at her, giving the woman a nervous smile that she's never really seen from her. She found her rambling endearing and it was one of those moments you could tell she and Yerim were sisters. Jinsoul patted her on the head and showed her another smile. "I appreciate the apology even though it was kind of half-hearted and I'd love to go to your game." Hyunjin was quick to show Jinsoul her winning sharp canines through her smile before leaving her behind to join Yerim at her desk and give her younger sister a final goodbye.

"Jinsoul?" A brittle voice called from the doorway. She looked toward the source and was met with a middle-aged version of one Kim Jungeun.

"Did I time travel-"

"Jung Jinsoul? I haven't seen you in years!! Look how big you've gotten!" The older Jungeun began walking toward Jinsoul with her arms outstretched, her face morphed into shock as the older woman wrapped her in the tightest mom hug she'd ever received from a stranger(?). "Gosh, I haven't seen you since Jungeun dragged me to your graduation."

"Oh, Mrs. Kim?" Realization flickered in Jinsoul's eyes as she gave her a tight-lipped smile. She hadn't seen the woman in fourteen years, but she never noticed how similar she and Jungeun were, physically, until now. Maybe it's because Jungeun wasn't a baby-faced sophomore anymore and now they seemed to share the same pale faces, worn-out eyes, and lukewarm smiles. Or maybe they just always looked quite similar and she just failed to notice because she refused to look at Jungeun's mother for more than necessary amounts of time in fear she'd kill her in her sleep. Not to say that Mrs. Kim was anything less than nice to her but when Jinsoul would see her, just that there was always something about her piercing eyes that did nothing but make her almost piss her pants.

"You're a teacher! I thought you would've been in New York performing on that stage...what was it?"

"Broadway."

"Ah, yes that! It was all Jungeun could talk about, but as I'm sure you know we all grow out of our childish, stupid, unreachable dreams." She spat finally freeing the substitute from her embrace. Of course, there was no malice in her tone and she said it with a smile but Jinsoul couldn't help but feel directly attacked. So, of course, she had to say something back right? Right?

"Mrs. Kim I don't remember you being such a b-"

"SOUL!" The surprisingly booming and panicked voice of the actual Kim Jungeun had interrupted their conversation. She had already reached them with Jiwoo in tow. Her timing was impeccable and Jinsoul wondered if she was listening in the whole time. "I see you've met my mother." She said through a clenched jaw, pulling her mother by the arm.

"Darling, we were just discussing how pretty Jinsoul's gotten!"

"Was I not pretty before?" Jinsoul scoffed quietly hoping nobody heard. Jiwoo was giving her a warning glare, probably sensing her rising anger. Jungeun gave the teacher an apologetic smile.

"Gosh, you have gotten quite beautiful," Mrs. Kim spoke again suddenly locking gazes with the woman, her eyebrows furrowing as she returned her eyes to Jungeun. "You haven't been hanging around her often, right?"

"No, mother. Let's get going, Hyunjin will be late for classes," Jinsoul gave her a questioning look she only shook her head dismissively, dragging her mother along to pull Hyunjin away from Yerim. "Hyun, stop crying please aren't you the older one? HYUNJIN, COME ON YOU'LL SEE HER FOR DINNER!!" Jiwoo stepped into the light putting an arm around Jinsoul's shoulders and giving her one of her Jiwoo-type-of-bright smiles.

"Jeez, they're nothing alike."

"I was thinking the exact opposite."

"No, honey, trust me, they are nothing alike."

. . .

After everyone had settled into their seats and attendance was taken, Jinsoul clapped her hands three times and about half the class followed by clapping their hands twice to the beat. It was a trick that Haseul had taught her to get the class's attention, but of course, kids being kids, she still didn't have everyone's eyes on her.

"One, two, three, eyes on me!"

"FOUR, FIVE, SIX, EARS AND LIPS!!" A cacophony of six-year-old screeches had filled the room signaling Jinsoul had successfully garnered their attention.

"Okay kids so I've decided no school today!" Yeojin began applauding only to be silenced by Hyejoo slapping her hands shut, a pained groan escaped from the small girl and the whole class broke out in various snorts and stifled giggles. Jinsoul cleared her throat rather aggressively and the kids were once more silenced. "So, since I don't wanna do my job today and, well, honestly till Ms. Kim yells at me to do so, we'll be having a class election day!" Chaewon cheered loudly, and a few scattered reluctant whoops could be heard as well.

Chaewon walked to the front of the room with her head held high, one hand on her chest and the other raised. "As the president, I promise I'll serve you well -- who am I kidding you'll serve me!!" The blonde girl's loud cackle filled the room and Jinsoul had to suppress the urge to shudder. 

"Would anyone else like to nominate someone or themselves to be class president before we move on to other positions?" She said dryly not at all expecting anyone to speak up. Jinsoul was pleasantly surprised and quite frankly amused when Hyejoo had skipped up to the front of the class taking her spot next to a betrayed looking Chaewon. She looked at her teacher with her eyebrow raised probably expecting her to continue talking but all Jinsoul could do was raise her hands to protect herself in fear.

"O-okay, well! Would the nominees like to choose their VP?" She cleared her throat brushing the non-existent dust off her sweater, trying to save the little dignity she had left.

"Yeojin," Hyejoo said softly. "And I want Yerim to be my treasurer." She finished, a light blush visible on her cheeks. Chaewon scoffed, but Jinsoul doesn't know whether it was in offense or jealousy because she could've sworn she and Hyejoo got married on the sand-lot last Friday. But maybe it was offense since she didn't seem to have a problem with the fact Hyejoo also married that one dog from that animal-coercion, or whatever you call it, game on her switch. "Anyone who wants the secretary position can have it."

"I want Minju as my vice, Tzuyu as my secretary, and Mashiho as my treasurer. You know why Hyejoo?" Chaewon asked the girl, grabbing Hyejoo by the wrist so she was facing her. Though, Hyejoo was comically taller than the blonde and after the embarrasing realization a soft 'chair' could be heard leaving the shorter girl's lips before Minju scurried in their direction giving the girl her own to stand on. A sinister smile formed on the -- now taller Chaewon as she gazed down at an unimpressed and smirking Hyejoo. "Because...I believe in diversity, Son Hyejoo." 

"Well does anybody want to be our secretary then?" The room was silent, everybody was too engrossed in the duel that was unfolding before them. "Okay then, Tzuyu, congrats, you're now our secretary!!" A sorrowful wail was heard from the girl followed by grief-stricken screaming but the class applauded for her nonetheless. "Okay, everyone go back to their seats to discuss you're plan of action, I'll put on Independence Day and if Ms. Kim or Jo asks...it's not a Will Smith movie-"

"I didn't want it to come to this Chaewon, you've got to believe me!"

"Or not."

"I didn't know when you said we'd take on the world together it meant that I was just going to be your goon!" Hyejoo huffed, it was the loudest Jinsoul ever heard her talk and she'd be lying if she said she didn't flinch.

"I wouldn't say goon, more like head-night or general."

"It doesn't matter Chaewon, we made a promise and you broke it before things even started!!" Hyejoo sounded genuinely distressed now and Chaewon began looking a bit small despite standing on a chair.

"Girls, maybe we should-"

"Shut it, Jung." Chaewon hissed. Jinsoul nodded pursing her lips and taking a seat behind her desk. "Fine, if it means we settle this. May the best overlord win."

"Deal."

. . .

A few hours passed and the kids had managed to finish Independence Day before lunchtime and without any further mishaps with Chaewon and the chipmunks. Jinsoul was pretty much convinced that there was a lot more to Hyejoo's outburst earlier and she planned on talking with her before dismissal. As of now, she was sitting in the teacher's lounge, scrolling through Instagram and picking at the Burger King Jiwoo left in the staff refrigerator. 

. . .

Jungeun: is it your lunch period?

Jinsoul: yessir

Jungeun: burger king chicken nuggets taste like leather horse balls

Jinsoul: why leather?

Jungeun: just open the door Soul

. . .

Jinsoul, shocked by the turn of events, whipped her head around to face the door and lo behold there stood Dr. Kim in all her glory. Jinsoul stood up from her seat and let her inside the room, her hands busy with a large paper bag. She flashed her a grin before walking to the table Jinsoul once occupied to set her belongings down. "What are you doing here?" Jinsoul asked as Jungeun began unpacking the contents of the bag wordlessly.

"Is it illegal for me to bring you some propper food? You look so thin these days," Jungeun nagged, still very focused on unpacking everything. "There's a lot so you can have the leftovers for dinner." Jinsoul laughed seeing the vast amount of Tupperware being laid out on the table. She walked toward Jungeun and pushed her away from the bag lightly to stop her movement.

"Thank you, but you don't have to-"

"I wanted to, Jinsoul." Jungeun walked over to the bag again and began unloading once more. Jinsoul sighed in defeat and helped her take out all the food, it smelled good so she didn't put up much of a fight. Afterward, she grabbed a few paper plates and utensils from the cabinets and prepared a plate of the ginormous selection of food for both Jungeun and her.

"Smells delicious, but it isn't going to kill me later, right?" Jinsoul teased, taking the seat across from the doctor.

"I'm a doctor, there's nothing to worry about, Soul." They ate in silence, the room was pretty empty besides the occasional teacher coming in to grab a fruit or something else from the fridge. "Where's Jiwoo and Haseul?"

"The older kids have lunch after the little ones, so when the kindergartners go off to recess they'll have the cafeteria around one-thirty." Jungeun nodded in response before looking at her watch.

"So we have about twenty minutes before chaos ensues." Jungeun jokes, Jinsoul laughed quietly still focusing on her food. Minutes went by and they didn't continue the conversation, they just ate in comfortable silence. Somewhere along the way, Jungeun had begun to playfully rub her foot against Jinsoul's leg, at first she was a bit surprised but she didn't think much of it since this happened to be a common occurrence when they were in high school. During table reads in drama club, Jinsoul would get bored and decide to tease Jungeun secretly under the table, she'd go all red and it later just became another habit they had around each other.

Jinsoul felt her kick her shin under the table lightly causing her to look up from her half-eaten plate of food in surprise. Jungeun didn't meet her eyes, only focusing on her phone probably looking through social media, but Jinsoul could see a small smirk forming on her lips. She furrowed her eyebrows holding her chin in her palm and began observing Jungeun's features. She hadn't changed much since high school. She still had her long brunette locks that cascaded over her shoulders, that same cold aura that faded completely whenever she smiled, and her petite figure that always contrasted her strong personality. Jungeun was still the same immensely beautiful girl she was all those years ago but Jinsoul couldn't help but think she looked different. Her eyes were darker and her shoulders drooped, she looked tired -- but not the type of tired any working mother would be it was a sad type of tired. 

"Are we strangers?" She asked softly, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer at all.

"What?"

"Are we strangers, Jungeun?" Jinsoul played with her fingers under the table, avoiding the younger woman's gaze. "I know I haven't been there for a long time so I was just wondering."

"Of course not, you loser!" Jungeun laughed, scooting her chair over to sit next to the taller woman. "It doesn't matter how many times you need to leave, Soul, when you come back you always have a place with me." Jinsoul smiled at her feeling sheepish at the sudden sentiment, she smiled back.

"So I wouldn't be overstepping if I asked you what was wrong that night at the bar?" Her smile faltered and Jinsoul held on to her hands squeezing them a bit. "You can't tell me I made you cry like that there has to be more to it. I might not know you as well as I did in high school but I can tell when somethings bothering you and something's been bothering you for a while now." She laughed bitterly looking down at their interlocked fingers. Using her free hand she pinched at the skin on Jinsoul's hand lightly, pursing her lips before returning her gaze to her. Jungeun exhaled shakily before giving Jinsoul a tight-lipped smile.

"I suppose you do deserve some type of explanation."

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable," She reassured, clearing her throat and shifting in her chair awkwardly.

"Jinsoul, it's okay, I swear." Jungeun laughed. She sighed, adjusting Jinsoul's hand so that it was palm up and began playing with her fingers using both of her hands. She began to talk keeping her eyes fixed on the older woman's hands. "College wasn't very fun for me..."

"I can imagine, science was never my strong suit." Jinsoul joked attempting to lift the tension a bit, Jungeun smiled a little before continuing.

"Freshman year was hard for a lot of different reasons but I kept my head up, I thought of you a lot during that time. Whenever I wasn't feeling good enough I remembered all the times you made me feel more than enough. But I guess somewhere along the way that stopped working and all I could think was 'if I was good enough why did she leave?'" Jinsoul was about to protest but Jungeun shook her head in disapproval so she stayed silent.

"When I turned twenty my grades started getting bad and all I did was get drunk and sleep with every guy who gave me the slightest bit of attention. It was stupid how desperate I was to feel wanted but I don't regret anything because I wouldn't have Hyunjin otherwise. My parents were friends with high people and they thought it would be bad for their reps if they're daughter got pregnant because of some stupid one night stand she was too drunk to remember. They made me marry the first guy they found, they didn't care if he was the father or not they just wanted me married to someone when I had this kid so they didn't look too bad. It helped that Minhyun was the heir to a company."

"Minhyun isn't Hyunjin's dad?"

"Minhyun isn't Hyunjin's father like he is Yerim's but he will always be their dad, they love him."

"Do you?"

"...Something like that."

"So you're unhappy?"

"Something like that." Jinsoul hummed in response, taking her free hand and moving the loose strands of hair behind Jungeun's ear. She held her chin in her hands and moved her face so she could look Jungeun in the eye.

"I'll be here whenever you're ready, alright?" Jungeun nodded giving her a shy smile. Jinsoul cupped her face as she affectionately swept a thumb over her cheek, leaving a lingering kiss on her forehead. When she pulled away Jungeun's smile was replaced with a stupefied look, she chuckled lightly and the doctor's face morphed into a shy grin once more.

"OH MY GOSH! IS THAT MY JUNGIE!!" Jiwoo's booming voice interrupted the sweet moment, Jungeun was so startled by the sudden change of atmosphere she began tipping off her chair. Luckily Jiwoo was there to save her with her oddly terrifying fast reflexes. Once Jungeun was safely on her chair again, she groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose. Jiwoo laughed awkwardly, giving Jinsoul a small wave before dragging a chair over to their table to sit with them. "Volume control, got it! Good thing I have a black belt." They all chuckled, albeit wearily. Jiwoo and Jungeun seemed like complete opposites to Jinsoul. Jungeun looked like she knew what she wanted and how to get it, while Jiwoo looked like if she killed an ant she would cry, but once you got to know them well enough the roles were suddenly switched. "Where's Auntie?"

"She left early, she had some sort of meeting."

"Jeez, that woman still works?"Jungeun nodded, laughing at Jiwoo's surprise. Not a second later Haseul had appeared looking busy on her phone. She silently took a seat at Jinsoul's other side without sparing a glance in anybody's direction.

"Who's the boyfriend?" Jungeun joked. Haseul snapped out of her daze and looked in her direction.

"Oh sup', Jungeun." Haseul greeted as she set her phone facedown on the table. Jinsoul raised her eyebrow in a teasing manner, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah, who's the boyfriend, Haseul?" The music teacher shoved her lightly as a response, everyone else at the table looked at them with bemused expressions as if they just missed a joke.

"It's just the lawyer, I have to meet up with her this weekend. You still owe me a second date, don't think I'd let you off that easy." She smiled rolling her eyes at the woman beside her. Jungeun's eyes went wide in horror as she let out a suprised squeak, Jiwoo was frozen in shock.

"Wait-"

"Jiwoo, please-"

"YOU TWO WENT ON A DATE?!?!" Haseul laughed at Jiwoo's outburst while Jungeun stayed uncharacteristically silent. Usually, Jungeun was nosy and Jinsoul had expected her to be the first person on her case about the relationship (?) she had with Haseul. Jinsoul shrugged it off assuming it was just another trait she left back in high school. 

"It's not that big of a deal." Jinsoul reasoned folding her arms across her chest, leaning ever so slightly in her seat. She felt Jungeun staring holes in the side of her head.

"Yeah, it's a pretty big deal, Jinsoul." Jungeun glowered. The room went silent at Jungeun's sudden angry demeanor, all you could hear was her sharp intake of breath upon noticing the tension. She showed them a rather forced smile before explaining herself.  "I mean you guys should've told us, we are your friends."

"You guys need to calm down, it's a new thing. Plus what if there's nothing to tell? What if Jinsoul doesn't have the balls to ask me out again?" Jinsoul scoffed at the insult Haseul only chuckled victoriously.

"I knew something was up. You two were way too close during Sooyoung's rendition of Drake's Hold On, We're Going Home!" Jiwoo clapped excitedly before her expression morphed into one of distress. "Did you eat my Burger King?"

. . .

Jinsoul sat on the swing sighing dreamily as she watched Hyejoo tackle a boy playing tag while Yeojin and Yerim laughed in glee. Chaewon sat on the swing beside her as Minju pushed the blonde lightly. "What brings you here? Aren't you a bit old for recess?"

"Aren't you a bit young to have such a broad vocabulary?"

"Here at St. Tiffany's they feed us the dictionary instead of real food." Gowon deadpanned, Jinsoul gave her a puzzled look but all she did was wave it off and continued. "But seriously, why are you here?"

"I ate Ms. Kim's Burger King and she chased me out of the building, you?" The small girl smiled at the thought of the rampaging teacher before opening to respond.

"Oh, well I felt bad for making Hyejoo sad so I decided it'd be better if we play what she wanted. Tag's not my thing so..." Chaewon trailed off, Jinsoul hummed in understanding. She kicked the dirt below her thinking of her next words not wanting them to go quiet just yet.

"What's up with you two anyway? Do you like her or something?"

"Oh god no, people with emotions don't win Ms. Jung. She likes me! And frankly every person she's ever met, Hyejoo's kind of a player. But aren't we all at this age."

"I think she just wants a hug."

"I've tried, she bit me." Chaewon winced at the memory, Jinsoul laughed and soon she joined in as well. It was probably the first time the teacher didn't think the blonde girl completely hated her. Before the silence could settle in Chaewon's voice could be heard again. "You like my aunt right?" Jinsoul furrowed her eyebrows at her sudden serious tone.

"I think so, why?"

"Even if you don't you should take care of her. She doesn't have a Hyejoo."

Jinsoul paused for a moment, smiling softly at Chaewon's words. "Okay," was all she said in response. She kicked at the dirt again letting the silence set in this time around. "Why are you blonde by the way?"

"I was born with it."

"Don't lie!"

"I'm not-"

"JINSOUL!!" At the loud call of her name the substitue fell off the swing, getting up quickly ready to run at any sign of an angry Kim Jiwoo. She sighed in relief when she saw Jungeun jogging in their direction, ignoring Chaewon's mocking laughter as she dusted the dirt off her jeans. "I thought she ran you off the lot or something," Jungeun said to her, patting Chaewon's head in acknowledgment. The child sneered at her as she shoved Jungeun's hand off her head, running off while grumbling something about getting Yerim off her favorite slide, Minju following. "She seems nice."

"You get used to it." Jungeun smiled, wrapping an arm around Jinsoul's shoulders.

"Is she going to hurt my kid?"

"Hard to say." She murmured as they watched Chaewon chase Yerim around the playground."Sorry by the way..."

"Why?" Jinsoul shrugged, scrunching her nose in distaste.

"You seemed mad at me earlier." Jungeun furrowed her eyebrows nodding before squeezing her friend's shoulders lightly.

"Sorry about that, it wasn't your fault, I just rememberd something about work and lashed out. Congratulations though, she seems like a good person." Jungeun consoled, moving her hands lower to rub comforting circles on Jinsoul's back. She looked at her face searching for any hint of dejection but only found affection and honesty in them despite her bitter tone. Jinsoul couldn't help but blush at the mention of Haseul and her being anything more than friends making Jungeun laugh airily.

"T-there's nothing to congratulate yet stop doing that!" Jinsoul stuttered looking down at the grass, pushing the younger woman off her. Jungeun laughed at her embarrassment squeezing her cheeks in adoration. She smiled at Jinsoul and punched her shoulder lightly so she could have her attention once more.

"Hyunjin's school is letting out soon, so I'll leave you to it." Jinsoul nodded still sulky about all her teasing. She hugged her briefly before running off to the playground to save Yerim from impending doom and sneak a kiss on the little girl's forehead. Jinsoul laughed when she saw Yerim squirm in her mother's embrace and watched as Jungeun jogged away to the parking lot.

. . .

Les be teachers + Sooyoung

Momseul: I bought Jiwoo more Burger King the coast is clear

ChuuChuu: you're lucky Grubhub was invented

AuntieJinsoul: I prefer door dash

YvesSaintLaurent: I don't know what's going on but your sarcasm isn't helping your case

I would know

AuntieJinsoul: I'm sure you would, loser

why are you even here anyway? You don't educate young minds

YvesSaintLaurent: I've decided to take the next plane home so I can choke you to death

Momseul: ladies...

ChuuChuu: Jinsoul and Haseul are dating

YvesSaintLaurent: WHAT

Momseul: JIWOO

AuntieJinsoul: I still don't think it's a big deal

YvesSaintLaurent: This just keeps getting better and better

ChuuChuu: I know right? Who knew my life could be so drama-filled

AuntieJinsoul: THERE IS NO DRAMA

Momseul: I have a really strong itch I'm missing something really important

AuntieJinsoul: you're not

ChuuChuu: Jinsoul is

AuntieJinsoul: ??

YvesSaintLaurent: I would explain but Jiwoo has a black belt and I'm honestly enjoying this way too much

AuntieJinsoul: smh lesbians.

. . .

"Alright, kids settle down." Jinsoul waited as the students began taking their seats after a well-deserved playtime. The day had gone by with only one minor scuffle so she allowed them to do as they pleased after they had returned from recess. It was fifteen minutes before dismissal and everyone had their backpacks hanging off the side of their chairs and jackets on ready to leave and brave the fall weather when their parents or busses had arrived to take them home. "Nominees, would you like to say some words before voting begins?" Hyejoo stood up from her seat, a very large leather jacket draped on her shoulders. She walked over to the front of the classroom giving everybody a good stare down before beginning her speech. A demanding 'vote for me' left the girl's mouth as she strutted back to her seat, giving a victorious smirk to a fuming Chaewon.

The blonde girl got up from her seat as well, making her way up to the front of the class. She seemed less confident than usual, her cocky smile missing just a tad bit of its wonted wickedness. She sighed crossing her arms over her chest as she paced about the front of the class with a commanding expression. "Son Hyejoo, many might think she's brave and valiant for standing up for her peers," Chaewon began, stopping in front of an unsuspecting Shin Yuna's desk. "She might seem cold and emotionally incapable, perhaps robotic, but you'll be shocked to know under all that scary is a whole lot of heart. Son Hyejoo isn't just brave, valiant, and kind she's smart and commanding and quite frankly a better fit for president than me. If you know what's good for you vote Hyejoo for class president." The small girl declared finishing off her speech. Everyone's jaw dropped in surprise, it's not every day Chaewon wants to lose.

"Is there not a normal child at this school!" A distressed Yeojin sobbed. Hyejoo looked genuinely shocked at Chaewon's sudden change of character, all the shorter girl did was smile at her friend as she took her seat. Jinsoul was too surprised to even believe Chaewon had thrown the entire election after threatening her this morning. When she passed around the 'ballot box' she hovered over Minju's desk just in case she wanted to stuff in some extra ones, but she just put in one that had Hyejoo written on it in sloppy letters. When she finally returned to her desk she didn't even need to count everyone's votes since they all said Hyejoo on them, even the boys Hyejoo regularly attacks near the climbing wall had voted for her.

"Congratulations President Hyejoo, you won by a landslide." Jinsoul laughed in amusement at the sudden turn of events. Hyejoo gave her the most genuine smile she had ever seen on the girl's face, there was no ill intention or cockiness just happiness. She looked over at Chaewon who looked a little dejected but she was still smiling widely at her friend. She looked her way and the teacher gave her a thumbs up for her good deed, feeling pride blooming in her chest.

After congratulations were shared and apologies were exchanged between the children of the hour the bell had rung. Parents began to file in the room greeting Jinsoul briefly before whisking away their children. Yerim had sat in Jinsoul's desk already playing color switch on her phone as her friends began to leave the room. Yeojin, Hyejoo, and Chaewon hovered over her cheering her on as they waited for their parents to show up. Jinsoul began her normal end-of-the-day routine of putting away the scattered toys and books in their respective places. Soon a woman with jet black hair and a leather jacket that matched Hyejoo's had entered the room. Hyejoo had looked up from watching Yerim's game and ran into the woman's arms.

"Ma, I'm the class president!"

"They have that for kindergartners?? Uh- I mean congrats baby!!" There was no doubt this woman was Hyejoo's mother, they looked quite similar, but even if they didn't the woman had the same intimidating scary aura about her. What confused Jinsoul was that a cute looking blonde woman or a cranky old lady was always the one to pick Hyejoo up from school. "You must be Mrs. Jung." The woman said with a smile. She picked up Hyejoo from her waist and walked over to her desk with her unoccupied hand outstretched. Jinsoul returned the smile as she shook her hand.

"That's my mother, I'm Ms. Jung. Or Jinsoul, or Soul. I don't know names don't matter you can call me whatever you want!" Jinsoul insisted, a terrfied lilt in her voice. Hyejoo was one thing but an adult Hyejoo was another, and to be frank she was a little scared she was gonna knife her. Moonbyul laughed, giving the kids still behind her desk a small wave.

"I'm Moonbyul, no need to be scared I'm only violent in the ring!" Hyejoo's mother giggled it was surprisingly endearing. Jinsoul raised her eyebrow at the woman's comment. "I'm a UFC fighter." Jinsoul hummed in understanding laughing a bit. 

"UFC's not my thing but I'm pretty sure my big brother has a poster of you in his office." Hyejoo smiled at the comment.

"Is it the one where she's wearing the cool purple camo shorts! We have matching ones!" Moonbyul pet the girl's head affectionately.

"Hyejoo lives with her grandma since I'm not around as much as I'd like to be. My girlfriend lives close by so when her gramps has chores she's the one to pick her up."

"Explains why I've never seen you and Hyejoo together before," Jinsoul concluded. "Well, thanks for saying hi! I'm sure the President is tired from all the playing she did today." Moonbyul looked at her daughter kissing her forehead lightly, Hyejoo responded by squealing cutely and hiding in the crook of her mother's neck.

"See you around Ms. Jung!" And with that pair left, and Jinsoul began to understand a bit more about Hyejoo. Yeojin gave her teacher a pointed look before making her way over to her.

"I should've videotaped that."

"Why?"

"You looked like you were about to piss your pants the entire time, you poor thing."

. . .

Bar Hoppers

AuntieJinsoul: Chaewon lost

ChuuChuu: Chaewon lost?

Momseul: oh my god I'm not gonna sleep tonight...

AuntieJinsoul: it was purposeful

Momseul: oh really? Crap is it a holiday?? I knew I was missing something

AuntieJinsoul: no she was trying to help Hyejoo out

Momseul: stop telling lies Jinsoul, first you're stealing burger king now this??

AuntieJinsoul: ??

YvesSaintLaurent: Low blow Jinsoul

DoctorOc: I raised you better

BiBi: I don't even know you but I feel inclined to be disappointed

AuntieJinsoul: I need new friends-

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Y'all already KNOW Hyejoo's grammy is evil af. Alright, guys sorry it took so long to pump this one out I just threw a bunch of crap at you but I hope you guys enjoyed!! I love you!! STAY SAFE, STAY HOME, ATTEND YOUR ZOOM CLASSES!! Like always have a safe coronacation and until next update!