Finally, its Onews pers (1/1)

Chapter 12: I wonder how Taemin was doing back at home. Was I really being too harsh on him? I mean he is 18 now; he's no longer a little kid, but yet he still acts like one. But maybe rather than using such critical tone, I should've talked to him about this first. Like brothers. After knowing Taemin for more than 5 years now, I really have treated Taemin like a little brother. But does he feel the same? Maybe it's better not to be so authoritative all the time, I mean, after all, I am only his friend. “Jinki! Shall I wait for you to finish daydreaming before I continue with my lesson?!” Her scolding brought me back down. “Sorry, Song Seonsaeng-nim. Please, do continue.” Our lessons are being taught by student teachers who are in fifth-year university to earn to a M.Eng Degree, who also have an B.A.Ed.. Although all of us are in the room together, each person is assigned a different table, and we're each taught by a different teacher. I probably have the strictest of them all. Every other teacher calls us by our stage names, but Song Seonsaeng-nim insists on calling me Jinki; it really reminds me of school, a little too much – and when I thought that part of my life is already over...“Jinki! If you continue to not listen to my lesson, then I advise you to simply go home now, and not waste my time. I've read through your diagnostic essay, and for most parts, your English is satisfactory, making only a couple grammatical errors. However, your sentence composition is lousy, which tells me that your oral skills are just as bad. Though, I do need to praise you on your comprehension abilities; when you walked into the room holding Shakespeare's works, I really thought they were simply for display, but you've proven yourself capable of understanding what you read. So really, what I we'll be targeting first are your structural and verbal communication skills.”I turn around to see Jonghyun laughing with his teacher, Key holding onto his teacher's fingers up, examining her manicure and most likely also complimenting her beautiful nails, and Minho reminiscing about school life in Korea. They all seem so relaxed, as if having discussions with their friends, but with Song-ssam, I can feel the tension. It is as if I'm back at school. Not like I haven't been a scholarly student, but I was also under constant self-pressure to achieve the best marks; I remember walking to Math every morning and my hands would tremble all through class, even if there were no quizzes or tests that particular day. Vocal classes after school was all I depended on to release all this weight from my shoulders. And singing was such an effective way for me to relieve stress, and it was the only thing I got acknowledgement for, even though I put my best effort into every subject. “What am I to do with a student like you? You spend minutes just sitting there, staring at the wall, and completely still. How am I going to get your attention? It's just so frustrating when people don't listen, and... and...”“I'm sorry, Song Seonsaeng-nim. I truly am listening. I'm just thinking, that's all.” Her face scrounges up and she seems rather distressed. How can she ever expect to work with students with such impatient personality?“And, Oh My Gosh, just read through the comments on your writing and reading tests. It's too noisy in this room, I need to step out for a second. I'll be back really soon.” She pulls a bottle of pills out from her purse and also takes her bottle of water along with her, and quickly walks out of the room, slamming the door shut. I read through her comments as she suggested, but when she didn't return, I continued reading Shakespeare's Hamlet, the book I've been reading after finishing Romeo and Juliet in one night. I could hardly concentrate, as I was being too overwhelmed by the gossip that filled the room soon after Song-ssam left. She enters the door, appearing to be even more distressed than before.“Are you okay, Song Seonsaeng-nim? You look quite pale...” my sentence was interrupted by Song-ssam who slammed her fist against the table.“This is completely ridiculous. I can't possibly teach in this environment; it's too loud. I went to ask if we could have another room, but I was rejected, which is even more ridiculous. How can they jeopardize your chances of learning like this?” She collapses into her chair, and sweat starts slowly dripping from her forehead, her entire body shivering. “Are you okay? Should I bring you to the nurse's office.” I hold onto her hand, which is ice-cold. I am truthfully concerned for her; what's happening? Why is she breaking down into cold sweat, and why is she so cold? Everyone seems to be so caught up in their own conversation to even notice what was happening to Song Seonsaeng-nim.“I'm fine. I'm coming down with a severe case of migraine pains. I'm extremely sensitive to sounds, and this is just too loud.” She starts hitting her head with one of my books, in a fit to ease the pain. I grab the book away from her, and stand up.“Everyone, you have to be more quiet. I can't possibly listen to my lesson in this nuisance,” I shouted. The entire room immediately falls silent. I've always enjoyed being the leader of the group; everyone listened to me, and if I have to say so myself, I never abuse my title as leader either.I hear Song-ssam's faint voice from below. “You don't have to do this for me, you know. But still, thanks... though I do have to apologize that we can't continue on with our lesson today, considering my condition. The university has given me the option to teach you from home if you do not mind, because I honestly can't continue with lessons with the noise.”“Teaching me from the comfort of your house?” She immediately bounce back to life upon hearing the question.“No. Not my house. Your house. Please.”I am hesitant, and I try looking for an answer, but no one was paying attention, and Marisa is no where to be found. “Er... I guess it wouldn't be a problem...” My sentence was immediately cut off my Song-ssam's happy exclamation.“Okay. Then tomorrow at your house from 10AM to 2PM!”I am starting to regret it already though. Not only do I have to relive the experiences of school, I have to relive it at my house. Then again, maybe Marisa doesn't want us having strangers at her house, and then Song-ssam will have to continue teaching here. Oh my God! It'll be so weird; just the two of us, in a house, and her frightening strictness. I've never tried one-on-one learning before, and I don't want to try it. Not like I don't want to satisfy S.M. by perfecting my English, I've always been a great student, it's just that school had always been such a nerve-racking experience, and now, it'll be even more awkward, being just the two of us. Why did I have to give her an answer? I should've been like 'yes. Totally, of course I mind.' What was I thinking? I just met her today, but she's already got the ability to make a life a spiral down to Hell. At least all this hatred and thinking made time fly past, and very soon it was the end of class.“I could talk all day about fashion with Kang Seonsaeng-nim! She's such an interesting person.” I'm glad that Key is happy. “Oh yeah? But Kim Seonsaeng-nim insisted on me to call her Serena-noona instead, and she is so funny. And she said that I'm her favourite out of SHINee.” Darn you, Jonghyun! Song-ssam probably doesn't even listen to Kpop.“Yoo Seonsaeng-nim kept on complimenting me; I think...” My ears block out Minho. You three have such great teachers. And then there's me. What did I do to get this? Minho stops talking and then there's a brief silence.“Onew, it's your turn. Your suppose to tell us how great your teacher is.”“Okay, Key. If you really wanna know, Song dam-taeng is great at making my life a nightmare!”   I have to admit; this chapter is pretty short. I'm sorry D: I promise that Onew will get a bigger part. So I've practically introduced a large portion of the main characters already, it's just the matter of elaborating on their character and maybe their backstory, then we can head off to bigger and better plans. ;P