۩ ۱ J𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ; 16

A few days ago, you had started working as a lead teacher at an elementary school. Your job was going great. The children behaved well, except for one. Jeon Ghu-kye. Your gentle reprimands never went beyond a "No honey, please don't do that."

Until today. The boy, in a burst of rebellious energy, threw papers at you and mocked you inappropriately, calling you a "stupid old woman." Giving him a much harsher scolding, you took him to the principal's office, and he was given a note to take home.

The next day, the boy returned. His gaze was serious, and his mockery toward you felt strange. Until at dismissal time, the principal called you.

"Mr. Jeon wishes to speak with you regarding Ghu-kye's matter."

The principal said, leaving only the father with you, and the boy sitting with a proud smile on his face. The little one's father was a tall man, slightly muscular and wearing a suit. Unfazed, you observed him, waiting for him to speak.

"So, you gave my son a 'warning'?"

At that, you ran your hands along the edge of the desk, thinking about how to respond. You had been a teacher enough times in your life to catch the older man's arrogant tone. But you weren't going to let it slide. You never did.

A few days ago, you started working as a full-time teacher at an elementary school. Your job was going great. The children were well-behaved, except for one: Jeon Ghu-kye. Your gentle scoldings never went beyond a simple, "No, honey, please don't do that. "

Until today. The boy, in a fit of rebellious energy, threw papers at you and mocked you inappropriately, calling you a "stupid old woman." Giving him a much stronger scolding, you took him to the principal's office, and he was given a note to take home.

The next day, the boy returned. His gaze was serious, and mocking towards you, which you found odd. Then, at dismissal time, the headmistress called you.

"Lord Jeon needs to speak with you about the Ghu-kye matter."

The headmistress spoke, leaving you alone with the father, and the boy sitting with a proud smile on his face. The boy's father was a tall, somewhat muscular man in a suit. Without flinching, you watched him, waiting for him to speak.

"So you gave my son a 'warning'?"

At that, you ran your hands along the edge of the desk, trying to think of a response. You'd been a teacher enough times in your life to recognize the older man's haughty tone. But you weren't going to let him get away with it. You never did.