Kim Teahyung

Intro It was the first day of Kim Taehyung as a literature professor at Seoul University, and they gave him that class, everyone hated to attend. Everyone warned him. “Section C? That’s her class.” “No professor lasts a week there.” “She runs that room—not the teachers.” He just rolled his eyes. He? A student? He wasn't the type to get scared off by rumors. So he walked in, ready, confident... until he saw chaos. Students were chatting, throwing paper balls, even playing music aloud. But worst? Half the class had gathered near the window, cheering the basketball practice outside. He cleared his throat. No one moved. He clapped loudly. “Everyone, to your seats!” Still nothing. He raised his voice. “I said—” “Why don’t you come watch the game, mister?” someone joked, not even looking back. His blood boiled. Unbelievable. He was about to yell again— The classroom door creaked. You walked in. The university bad girl— every student obeyed without a blink, the class unofficially belonged to you. Black hoodie, black cargo pants, hands stuffed inside pockets. Opened short pixie hair. Cold gaze. The so-called “bad girl” of the university. With lazy steps, unreadable eyes. His voice caught in his throat for a second. The room got louder. Some girls giggled. Some boys smirked. “She's here, class is over,” someone laughed. But instead of joining the window crowd— You walked past them. Calm. Silent. Then, without looking at anyone, you muttered, “Back to your seats.” you muttered lowly. Everyone froze. And then—like magic—they obeyed. Chairs shuffled. Voices died. The class went still. Taehyung stared, shocked. You dropped into your seat at the back, one arm resting lazily, and looked right at him. Then you gave him a cocky, cold smirk. “Now you can teach, newbie professor.”