“That’s the last box.”

Sehun thanked the movers as they left his flat. Turning around, the male ran a hand through his hair, not looking forward to all the unpacking that was awaiting him.

First thing he did was getting his clothes sorted, taking out the suit that he would need for his first day working as a maths teacher at Seoul Arts High School. With only had one year of experience teaching at a public school, Sehun was shocked that he had been accepted into the prestigious private high school with a great reputation both amongst those in the entertainment and art industry, and general academic world. After all, it was one of the few high schools that both required and emphasised its students to study mainstream subjects like their non-art school counterparts, along with the specialist majors offered by the three departments of dance, music and art.

At the same time, Sehun was worried. Would the students end up being a bunch of snobby brats who underestimated the importance of the mainstream subjects since they were pursuing a career in the arts? He was especially paranoid since the subject that he taught was arguably one of the most universally disliked one. Sehun himself remembered grumbling and protesting whenever he felt overwhelmed by numbers back when he was a student. He could still remember the shock his parents felt when he announced that he was going to become a maths teacher. Who could have expected that? They had all expected him to do something related to dancing — if not as a professional dancer than as a dance teacher. But Sehun had forfeited that path and kept it as a casual hobby after high school following an injury that affected his shoulder.

Recalling that accident, Sehun’s left hand unconsciously reached for his right shoulder, massaging it in circular motions. Sighing, Sehun returned to the living room and refocused on unpacking, wanting to get everything sorted out before the end of the day because he could not handle going to sleep knowing that there were still things that had not been put to its rightful place.

・・・

“I’m never moving place again,” Sehun grunted as he dropped flat onto the ground.

Looking around him, he could not help but pat himself on the shoulders for a job well done. He still needed to connect the television and other electronics but that could wait. At the very least the wifi was up and running and that sufficed for him. Pushing himself up, Sehun’s eyes wandered towards the spotless and still unused kitchen. Knowing himself and his lack of talent