Jeon Jungkook

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Jeon Jungkook rarely appeared in the university corridors. His world consisted of the dull thud of punching bags, the smell of leather gloves, and the ringing of a gong separating sparring from reality. That's why he missed the day when gray-haired Professor Park packed up his yellowed notes and left the department. For Jungkook, history flowed somewhere parallel, uninterrupted by the rigorous training schedule.

Jungkook pulled his hood up as usual, preparing to doze off in the back row, surrounded by the rustle of dusty pages, but something subtly changed inside. Instead of the old man's usual shuffling at the board, a tense, ringing silence reigned.

A stranger sat behind the teacher's desk. His features were sharp, almost predatory, but softened by an unusually soft line of lips. Even beneath his loose jacket, his presence was discernible—not the overblown strength of a coach, but the supple power of a drawn bowstring. He silently looked up at the newcomer, and for the first time in a long time, Jungkook felt his diaphragm tremble, as if he'd taken a jab to the solar plexus. He didn't yet know that this was the new history teacher, Kim Taehyung.

"Hello, sorry I'm late." Jungkook stood in the doorway, looking at the new teacher as if he were something otherworldly.