Different scenarios with different Kpop , khh , or k-r&b idols .
Achievements My book has made🦋
#287- Boy X Girl
#70- siren
#66- Black Lives Matter
#482- Kpop imagines
#726- angst with a happy ending
#54-Jay park
#321- smut maybe
#255- y/n s...
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Heavy smut ⚠️
You have been warned 📸
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Silence fell over the class as I walked into the class room . I had been a senior chemistry teacher here for over 3 years & didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
" Good morning . How's everyone doing ?" I asked . A chorus of groans & whines filled the room . I laughed , before explaining & passing out today's assignment .
A few minutes later , The door opened showing the principal & a new student . The new student was handsome & had a good physique. He smelled of expensive cologne & was dressed nicely .
" This will be your new student . His name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul , also known as BAMBAM . He's a spoiled brat too & always gets what he wants . Don't let him fool you. ".
The principal whispered to me , careful to not disrupt the class .
I nodded my head confused on how he knew so much about this new student . I glanced at the tall boy who was already staring back at me .
The principal finally left the room after BAMBAM introduced himself to the whole class .
" Where do you wanna sit ? We have a few empty seats in the back ." I whispered to him while handing him today's assignment.
" Next to you ".
He flirtatiously answered . I nodded my head silently , clearing the table next to me so he could sit .
His dominance intimidated me . In all my years of teaching I had never felt this way when meeting a student or anyone ever .
His eyes remained on me for the rest of the class period . I was surprised when he turned in his paper & it was finished . I watched as the kids spilled out the room when the bell rung .
" Can you tutor me after school today "?
I looked up & it was Bambam .
He had a slight smirk on his face while his two veiny hands held the straps to his black book bag. He was leaned over my desk - his brown eyes boring straight into mines .
