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@kim jinhwan In his haze of emotion Yukwon stumbled after throwing a particularly loud swing. This ended up with him getting a fist shoved into his stomach, a small choked cough catching in his throat. Yukwon could see red now. When the student came at him again he side-stepped while ducking before reaching to grab them by the hair. Everything in this moment reminded him of the many fights he used to have - awhile ago. He'd been known for taking out opponents for seemingly no reason at all. People simply made him mad, and Yukwon never had a cap on his rage. He'd act on a physical level while his mental and verbal filters went haywire. Of course, this lead to many unneeded situations such as his parents coming down to the office or receiving suspension notes from the school principle. After seeing the strain it placed on those who cared for him Yukwon tried to tone it down. Things got better and he didn't act out for a long time. Again, when he first attended college, it happened a couple of times. Mostly because no one was their to watch or suspend him and he wouldn't go home to his family so they didn't have to see the bruises and cuts on his body.

Now, though, it was like he'd been zapped back to a time of uncontrollable hormones and ty excuses to make up for the thing he did. Yukwon dragged the other student to the ground and proceeded to slam his fist into his face. He was oblivious to the students cheering, making a circle around the two as he was kicked off and flipped onto his back. They got a good hit on his cheekbone. Yukwon laughed even in pain as they pulled their hand back and hissed. Serves them right for aiming there. Kicking them off like they'd done before Yukwon pulled himself up from the ground and waited for the other to get up as well - only for the teacher to finally enter the commotion and call his attention. He couldn't help the words that started to spill from his mouth.

"Get your hands off me, motherer." he said, gritting his teeth and stepping away after they pushed against his chest. "Why the do you have someone like him in your - class anyways? I guess anyone with at least half a brain can sign up to learn from you. This whole ing thing is a waste of time!" Yukwon didn't know if he meant it or not. It was as if he couldn't hear what he was saying, ears blocking the things he doesn't want to listen to.

@kim yukwon Jinhwan, as well as the students in the back row, started to seemingly loose patience. 12 minutes passed, and he decided to it. There has never been a case where a free lesson took place under his eye, and today won't be any different! He shook his head, letting his wrist down to stick his hand to his leg. He harshly gripped the material of his jeans, letting his nostrils flare as he took a deep breath through his nose. Less than 3/4 of the students showed up for the rehearsal isn't a problem - they will concentrate on the main actors today. If he wasn't so unenthused about this day, he'd scream and shout at the laughter and jittery happening in the back.

"I'm going to check the attendance - I don't hear you, you're not here," he looked at the students, noticing only few heads turning to look at him, and elbowing their friends to pay attention. He won't bother to shout over them - the lesson is already over lost. He moved over, picking his diary from the field and reading out loud first few names. Of course, he wasn't as blessed as he'd want to - someone started shouting, another person chatting even louder and this whole accident led to the chain reaction of someone throwing things, and then punches. In Jinhwan's eyes everything happened so quickly, he was glad he had such short legs. They carried him pretty quickly to the fight scene, ignoring the diary instantly dropped onto the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey! What the hell is wrong with you!" He shouted, pushing himself in between the fighting students. The name of the law requires him to step in, stopping any troubling behaviour - as much as he'd like to watch the fight, following the rest of the students that already surrounded both parties involved in a circle. There were those chain slogans of 'fight, fight, fight' reaching his ears, making whole scene much more intense than he would like it to be. In the end, hormone induced teenagers wouldn't give a single if they hit the teacher by accident (or 'accident', if you will). "Stop!" He told the very first student he saw - to the right of him, standing Kim Yukwon. At this moment, he couldn't care less who started this, or whose fault this all have been. All he thought about, is his damn genes, as both students were taller than him by at least a head. He tried to reach and grab him by the neck (let's be honest, it's easier to stop one student than a group that tries to murder him), but only ended with turning his face towards him and pushing on his chest. Being backwards to the rest of the troublemakers, wouldn't surprise him if he got punched or something equally terrible.

@kim jinhwan Jogging onto the grassy expanse of the school's ground he noticed there were only a few other students. Some of them Yukwon recognized, some of them he didn't. Most of them were majoring in writing or dance or something that required what he thought was tons more creativity than his digital arts. However, as more and more people finally arrived Yukwon found himself grimacing at the prospect of today's class. He distanced himself to the back of the crowd and managed to disappear for a little bit, wishing it wasn't so hot outside.

Even then it seemed like class wouldn't start until every single student had arrived. Yukwon certainly didn't mind waiting for the lesson to start, but the heat and the people only served to get on his nerves. As patient as he can be Yukwon has the same sentiment as any other pessimist - something's going to happen today. It's just a feeling, really, but Yukwon's learned to go with his instinct. He may not know what, but the outdoor class right now feels like a shaken-up soda bottle ready to explode.

As another student starts to make something of a ruckus in another area of the back of the group Yukwon supposes that would be the problem. They won't /shut up/ and he's not up for this today. The morning was fairly alright, as was the rest of his day, but the heat and annoyances around him make Yukwon unsteady in his filter - both physically and verbally, it seems, because the next moment they start speaking louder about something he doesn't particularly like hearing Yukwon is throwing his binder at their head. The student turns, ready for a fight, when he's bringing his fist back to strike them on the side of the face.

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@kim yukwon Due to the lack of spacey classrooms, Kim Jinhwan broke one of the rules he set for himself - he was forced to gift his students with fresh oxygen and large space. The field gives them way too much room for stupidity and showing off their mating capabilities towards opposed gender, making whole teaching process less bearable than it would be on daily basis. In a room, he had a cramped expanse, force-shut windows and a whistle. Small distance between the four walls allowed loud and piercing sound of metal whistle be deadly towards unwilling to cooperate students' ears, while outside the noise changes from deadly pollution into pathetic cry for attention. And Jinhwan is not one to beg his students for attention. No. They are the ones who beg him for mercy, once the air conditioner turns off.

Displeased with whole situation, teacher blankly stares at his watch. Being misplaced without forewarning gives some of his students an excuse - oh, sorry, i didn't know where we were, so i just run around the whole school like an idiot instead of going to the office to check, or just read a piece of paper glued onto the classroom door. ing morons, wasting my time-- Jinhwan thought, as he kept his stone face, while watching whole five students that gathered on the field in front of him. It's been 7 minutes already since the lesson started. But it's okay, he get's it-- if he was his own student, he wouldn't really want to show up either. He has too much self-respect to treat himself like that.
But, what can you do. Since today drama studio is undergoing painting, there isn't much to complain about. They needed a place without desks and chairs, to get the rehearsal going.