My teacher Nah he's my husband novel Chapter 4

Exam season ended; all the teachers are busy marking the papers while all the students are playing around the school. As always, Mark is sleeping at his spot in the class.

Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose for nth today as he keeps on marking the papers. Almost all his students answer nothing but nonsense and some of them even left a drawing and some love note dedicated to him.

As the class teacher, he also needs to check his student's results wholly. He can still accept that they only fail for a certain subject and one of them is physic but the name at bottom of the list just went overboard and fail all his papers except for English. He looks at the name and turn out it's Mark Tuan, his quietest student. And again, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

He knows he should do something about this kid because this is his last year and he will go nowhere with the way he is now. He sighs, throwing his body in his chair.

"It's no use, he will never change." He looks up and sees Mr. Min, an English teacher from his class handing him a can of coffee. Gladly he accepts it. "What do you mean Yoongi."

"It's no use messing up your head for that Mark kid, he will never listen. Every teacher has legit gave up on bringing the old him back but it never works, we just let him be." Yoongi words caught his attention. "The old him? Like how?"

"He was a very very very smart kid; he catches up on things easily and was once a bright kid with a laugh that could bring a smile on anyone's face who's hearing it. But now he's like a living doll, just keep quiet and won't leave his seat until the end of school." He said while marking the English papers.

"How did he become like that?" He digs in further. "Well, the only information we know is that his father died. So, there were many rumors saying that maybe he fell into depression and many students have been claiming that they saw a glimpse of him entering a club near the town but then no one ever really sees him there so basically no one knows what actually happens to him."

"Don't the teacher should find out about it, I mean, he is our responsibility."

"We did. The school counsellor has tried to help him but he was never there at the appointed time and we even went to the clubs around the town but no one knows him. Then we went to his registered address but all we found was an old store that was once a café. We would always try to make him open up to us but he just won't say anything. The principal even arranged an extra class just for him because we see good potential in him but nah, he was never there. Now you see why we gave up on him."

Hearing that, Jackson sighs with lots of thoughts running through his mind. Yoongi pats his back and gives him an encouraging smile. "But even so, I believe he will find his way someday. I hope you will never give up hope on him, and help him as much as you can." Another sigh left his mouth.

At the end of school time, Jackson was standing right outside of F class, waiting for a certain redhead. As he expected, the redhead is last out of his class.

"Then what? Watch them walk away after they had enough and leave me breaking into pieces? No thanks." Tears are brimming in his eyes.

"That doesn't mean that everyone will do the same-"

"They did." A teardrop flow along his reddened cheek. Jackson wipes it away with his thumb. Maybe he doesn't know much about that boy but he is sure the redhead has gone through a lot and it took a real big piece of him.

"But I won't. I am your teacher I hold responsibility for you so don't ever think I would let you go easily. It's okay for you to not trust me but please, just let me help you. I know that's what you need the most right now."

His teary eyes look up to his teacher's. As a kid, his mom always told him not to trust a stranger but he thought that maybe, it's time to make an exception. "Okay."