A sleek appearance, neat and put together; yet oddly boyish. It was obvious that it was not his first rodeo, he's taught before. He stood tall next to the secretary, his black button down shirt tucked nicely into his matching slacks; his shoes a dull wood like brown, sparkles of dirt on the poor things. He appeared confident, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his face wore an unreadable expression, Boredom? Perhaps.

Wooyoung could not help but tilt his head at the man, curiosity filling his clueless brain. Where had his Stats teacher gone? Did the old lady finally give up on the seniors? Wooyoung could only crack a small smile at the thought. Perhaps he was a substitute, but that would not make sense as the secretary was here to introduce him, Wooyoung assumed.

The secretary cleared her throat exactly three times, trying to tame the 2nd hour of the day. It did not work very well as she had to repeat the action a couple times after. She sighed as it finally quieted down, the class noticing the mysterious mans presence.

"Hello everyone, this is Mr. Choi. He will be your new stats teacher as Mrs. Wamers health is bad at this time," the secretary explained, pushing up her glasses that comfortably sat on the tip of her nose. "Please give him a warm welcome." She concluded, handing Mr. Choi a paper before leaving. Wooyoung laughed a little, such a rush she's in.

The class stared at the man in front, eyes full of confusion yet interest.

One boy could not take his eyes off of the man. Wooyoung fidgeted with his ring, his eyes casted up at the handsome man who conveniently was right in front of him. Sitting in the front is finally doing him some good. He tilted his head, biting at his nail, waiting for the man to say something. Mr. Choi's eyes roamed the room, he took a breath in, then sighed.

"Alright, it's just you and me everyone," he chuckled, the tension in the air ceasing slowly. He leaned on the desk, putting his weight on his arms as he made eye contact with a few students. Wooyoung's breath was caught in his throat, his mind going blank like a clean sheet of paper. He looked at me. A smile grazed his lips as he stared up at Mr. Choi, excitement burning through his body like mini wildfires.

He looked at me.

"I want you all to know that i suck at names, I'll most likely remember you by the nicknames i give you myself," he admitted. A student raised their hand, Mr. Choi's eyebrows raised. Wooyoung liked how he looked when he did that.

"Yep" Mr. Choi spoke toward the student.

"How old are you?" The girl questioned, the class nodding their heads at the question; all having the same dilema in mind. Mr. Choi laughed, his face turning to the side slightly. Wooyoung liked that.

"Well, would you like to guess? How old do i look to you all?" He asked jokingly, amusement laced in his tone. The class laughed, four students raising their hands instantly, Wooyoung being one.

Mr. Choi's gaze roamed the room for a minute, until he settled on the boy who sat right in front of him, Wooyoung. "You, how old do you think i am?" the man asked.

Wooyoung smiled, his face resting on his hand as he looked up at the older man. "I'll say thirty exactly," the boy spoke with utter confidence.

"You're pretty confident huh?" Mr. Choi replied amused.

"I think so"

Mr. Choi hummed, smiling a little. Wooyoung tapped his cheek with his index finger, "Well, Mr. Choi? Am i right?"

The man laughed.

"Twenty-nine. I'm Twenty-nine."

"Perfect."