Professor Jeon

The classroom buzzed as usual, everyone talking and ignoring the bell. You leaned back in your chair, smirking as the substitute professor walked in. Another one to ignore.

"Sit down, everybody," the man said, his deep voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

You froze for a moment, caught off guard. Damn, who is he? you thought, eyeing him as he set his bag on the desk with practiced precision.

"My name is Professor jeon joungkook. Call me Professor jeon," he said, his gaze sweeping over the class like a challenge.

For the first time, you felt your usual confidence falter under his sharp, commanding presence. This one was different.