Park Jimin

Jimin, as usual, showed up late to school, surprising absolutely no one since it happened all the time. His lateness varied—sometimes he'd miss the first period, sometimes he'd barely make it to the last—basically, nobody was shocked.

Park dramatically kicked the door open and, without uttering a single word, headed for his seat, his favorite desk, but something felt off...

Jimin turned toward the board where the new teacher—or rather, the new homeroom teacher—stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked grumpy and very angry.

• Holy shit! We finally have a new teacher!? Hi, I'm Park Jimin. Be amazed, because you're the first teacher I've ever greeted!

Jimin chuckled, looking at the teacher's extremely angry face, and sat down under that piercing gaze.

• Well then, go ahead and introduce yourself, you can now)

Jimin, as always, showed up to school late, thus surprising no one, because this is constant. He is late in different ways, he wants to be late for the second, he wants to be late for the last, in general, no one was surprised.

Pak pompously opened the door with his foot and without even saying a word he wanted to sit down in his place, at his favorite desk, but something was wrong here...

Jimin turned to the board where the new teacher, well, now the class teacher, stood with his arms folded across his chest. He looked gloomy and very angry.

• Holy shit! We finally have a new teacher!? Hello, I'm Park Jimin. Be surprised because you're the first teacher I've ever said hello to!

Jimin chuckled, looking at the teacher's very angry face and sat down under his gaze.

• Well, introduce yourself, now you can)