Well, Well, Well... || 2Jae
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Classes were about to start and Joong Jae was already settled down; already had his schedule on point, therefore already knew he was going to be absent halfway there in the semester. He talked it to his boss and also asked for help, so he was sent a substitute professor to give his classes that week, though being the perfectionist he was, he wanted to talk to them beforehandâ way beforehand since the semester hasnât started yet.Â
However he never imagined who he was going to meet again when he requested that favor from the office. Joongjae is a very observant person and with that comes his photographic memory as well; he definitely knew who this was. Back when he was a professor on Seoul School of Arts he met his arrogant face for the first time, which made him smirk. Back then Joongjae was barely exploring hi sexuality, but with the knowledge he has now he would crush this personâs pride if he gave him the chance to; it was definitely amusing, but he had to focusâ his class.
âNice meeting you, Iâm Prof. Ki.â He said giving him a slight glance through his glasses as he entered his office and smiled faintly to him seeming nonchalant as he wondered if Jaebum would remember him. Probably not, which made it twice interesting for Joongjae. âSo here is the class syllabus, please stick to it.âÂ
He just worked to the side whenever he didnât have a teaching gig, or did whatever extra work was around. So obviously hearing that he had a gig excited him. Especially the fact that it was in the theater department. He always enjoyed gigs in this area of learning. He accepted the sub job with a smile, and agreed to meet up with the professor before hand.
On the way to meeting him he stopped at his place to take a shower and clean up. He dressed into some nice yea relaxed clothing and fixed his hair. He then headed over to the meeting place. He hummed softly as reached the place. He sat down and a few moments later the other appeared, he blinked and smirked softly. âHm Hello! Iâm Jaebum!â He was pretty lax, it was part of who he was. He knew there was a time and a place to be professional, but he felt that in this case that wasnât needed. He remembered him.
After going over the syllabus he then chuckled placing it down. âIts been a while hasnât it.â He pursed his lips before huffing. âHow long has it been hm?â He leaned onto his elbows raising an eye-brow at him, he then reached for his drink, taking a sip.
