His routine was simple. After getting up and having breakfast, Kamkyung would go for a jog in the park, letting the fresh air enter his lungs to shock him awake. Once he was sweaty, it was off back home and putting the things needed away, then it was a shower. Upon wearing a white shirt, blue training pants, and its matching jacket, he headed off to the school, being greeted by the wave of words coming in from the students. 

"Good morning, Tae-seongsaengnim!" 

"Need any help, seongsaengnim?" (This was usually answered with a "No, it's fine.", though sometimes, they won and helped him to the gym.)

"How are you, Sir? Are you feeling good today?" 

And so on. Back in the mafia, it was all stony silence. The only reason to interact was for missions. Nothing more, nothing less. 

But that life was behind him now. Tae Kamkyung could finally pursue the career he had always wanted, honestly, and without the mafia's help. 

Arriving at the gym with a skip in his steps, he set down the equipment and placed it in their usual positions. Making sure that it was good enough, he unzipped his jacket and let the October air hit his shirt. 

The infiltration mission had begun in June, making this four months since he had first arrived, and three since he had been released from the mafia. It really felt surreal, but Kamkyung knew that it was the truth. 

Once, he would have laughed at the prospect of his Bachelor's Degree in Sports Science coming in handy. 

But now, he was grateful for it. Actually, he was hoping to upgrade it to Master's, and from there, a diploma, if he could. 

Then again, he was studying again. It was unnatural, and it was hard to adjust. However, the kids had helped him. 

A smile made its way onto his face, lighting up his somewhat wrinkled face. His form class was truly the reason he could break out of it. He had long forgotten what it was like to care for others, and had been a selfish person as a mafia intel gatherer. 

But the kids had worked miracles. They had gone past that and melted his heart. 

And for that, he was grateful. Truly. 

Wait, what time was it? 

A quick check on his wristwatch told him that it was ten minutes till he was to take attendance. Good. At least he wasn't running late. The principal had already gotten enough complaints about that. Who knew what would happen to him? 

He then headed to the office to grab the attendance list. It was mandatory to check, after all. Even if he had committed everything to memory, it was still a must to mark it down during homeroom; a rule he despised with all his heart. After all, surely no one would care if he let some kids run late, right? 

On the way, he had greeted some students from the upper levels, who had greeted back cheerfully. It was no secret to anyone that he was a outgoing person, and it showed with how quickly he had won the students AND teachers over during the last three months after the revelation of his true intentions here back in June, when he had officially joined them as a real teacher. It had been hard, sure, but he had made it. 

And now... He was having the time of his life, shown when he arrived in front of the classroom. 

Perpendicular to the door, the words 2-A were written clearly on the plate, bringing a smile to his face. He had made the choice because of them. They had helped him remembered, had helped realise just how close family could be, even without blood. 

He took in a deep breath. He could do this. He was NOT going to cry out of gratitude in front of them AGAIN. It was WAYYYYYYY too embarrassing, even if they knew him well now. He still wanted to keep some dignity, thank you very much. 

Another deep breath. He could do this. 

Gripping the door handle, a smile curled up on his lips, and he twisted it, officially beginning his school day as he stepped in to a chorus of "Seongsaengnim, annyeong haseyo!" 

The continuation of his real path.