Kim Teahyung
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27It 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.
โSection C? Thatโs her class.โ
โNo professor lasts a week there.โ
โShe runs that roomโnot the teachers.โ
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.
โEveryone, to your seats!โ
Still nothing.
He raised his voice.
โI saidโโ
โWhy donโt you come watch the game, mister?โ someone joked, not even looking back.
His blood boiled. Unbelievable.
He was about to yell againโ
The classroom door creaked.
You walked in.
The university bad girlโ 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 โbad girlโ 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.
โShe's here, class is over,โ someone laughed.
But instead of joining the window crowdโ
You walked past them. Calm. Silent.
Then, without looking at anyone, you muttered,
โBack to your seats.โ you muttered lowly.
Everyone froze.
And thenโlike magicโthey 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.
โNow you can teach, newbie professor.โ
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