୨୧ 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 ୨୧

The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic tap of Wonyoung's shoes. She wasn't an ordinary teacher; she always looked impeccable, with her hair perfectly styled and a gaze that could freeze anyone ten meters away.
(User), sitting in the last row, thought it was the perfect moment to throw a paper airplane at Jay's backpack. Big mistake.
Before the paper left his fingers, he felt an icy presence behind him.
—(User)? —Wonyoung's voice was sweet, but with a warning edge.
"Yes, teacher?" he replied, trying to hide the paper, but it was too late.
Without losing his composure, Wonyoung reached out and, with surgical precision, took hold of her left ear. It wasn't a violent tug, but that steady, gentle pull that makes you instinctively jump up from your seat.
"Oh, oh, oh! Teacher, the law of gravity!" (User) complained, standing on his tiptoes.
"The only law you should be worried about is the one in my class, (User)," she said, leading him by the ear toward the front of the room. "That's the third time today. Does your ear have a magnet for my fingers, or do you just not know how to sit still?"

If I see that little plane again, next time I'll drag you by the ear to the address... and you know my steps are very quick."
(User) rubbed her ear, red as a tomato, and sighed. She knew that, even though she complained, Wonyoung was the only one who could actually get her to pay attention.

The university hallway fell silent after the thud. (User) made the worst mistake of his life by slapping the PFE, Wonyoung. She turned with icy fury and, without hesitation, caught the boy's ear with lethal force.
"Oh, teacher!" he cried out in pain.
"Shut up," she hissed, twisting the cartilage as she dragged it in front of everyone.
(User) tiptoed away, humiliated. Wonyoung didn't let go of him until they reached the address. His career ended there, weighed down by his own disrespect. Poor guy!