Just Another High School Cliché

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Y/N made it to class a little late, but fortunately for her, the teacher- the so-called Hitler- hadn't shown up yet.

She searched for empty seats. Finding only one, she headed to the double-desk and asked the boy sitting there if she could take the vacant place.

At first, the boy looked surprised, eyes wide like ones of a deer caught in headlights, but then nodded wordlessly, so Y/N took the seat next to him.

"Thanks," she said out of courtesy.

The class fell silent when the teacher entered the classroom. First thing that Y/N noticed about him was that he was tall. Second thing she noticed was that he was hot.

What?

She shook her head slightly to get the thought off her mind.

The tall man shuffled to the teacher's desk and dumped his books on the table, before looking up at the class.

"So," he sighed. "You may or may not already know me as Hitler. Frankly, I don't care. The real name's Kim Namjoon. You may call me Mr. Kim."

His eyes scanned the silent pupils, and once his eyes fell at Y/N, he visibly- and involuntarily- scowled. "Have I seen you before, girl?"

Oops.

Y/N had totally forgotten about Taehyung's advice to hide her face. "Um. You must be knowing a good-for-nothing named Kim Taehyung, sir?"

Upon listening the name, everyone started murmuring amongst themselves. Kim Taehyung was a popular name, after all, and Y/N didn't suppose it was going to do her any good.

"Ah, now it clicks," Mr. Kim said, altogether ignoring the kids. "You're his sister."

Y/N nodded. "Yes, sir."

The man frowned. "If you're anything like your brother, child, we are not getting along well, I'm telling you."

"Well . . ." Y/N grimaced slightly. "I'll try to keep myself in line, sir."

"You better," Mr. Kim replied before turning to the rest of the class. "Anyways, let me give you all a walk-through of what it'll be like with me this year. First of all, I want you to reserve four registers for Economics, because I sure as heck give a lot of homework."

"What?"

"Four?!"

"Four registers?!"

"The maximum we've ever needed is two!"

Kim Namjoon smiled a subtle but malicious smile. "This ain't Middle School, kids. And I'm not one of your regular teachers. You need to know that if you go against me, you get punished. And it's not detention."

"B-but sir," one of the oh-so-courageous students spoke up, "corporal punishment is illegal. . . ."

Mr. Kim's lips curled with that sinister smirk again. If any of the students had any brains, they must've already realised that this was his signature smile. "Whoever said it's corporal punishment?"

Y/N's mouth fell open in awe.

This teacher . . .

"You don't submit assignments on time, you get punishment. You sleep or eat in my class or skip it, you get punishment. You insult me on social media, you get punishment. You in general go against me, and guess what? You, get, punishment."

Damn, Y/N realized. This guy even stalks his students on social media, huh?

One of the bold students had the audacity to snort at Mr. Kim.