The classroom buzzed with mindless chatter, a sound I was all too familiar with. I sat at the back, as usual, staring out the window, finding more interest in the fluttering leaves than in the people around me. It was just another day in this monotonous routine.
So I took out my phone and my headphones and turned on the playlist. Why hasn't the professor showed up yet ? Do I look like I care? Hell no.
The first song that popped on my playlist was "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. Actually I got addicted to this song. Even though I'm not a good girl, I like somethings. Like Music, kdrama, icecream, chocolates. On top of all music is the only thing that smoothens me. Music is the only thing that is not lame to me.
Anyways, as always I started to imagine myself in the lyrics of the song by looking at the window which is next to the door. At the time, a handsome still a little bit cute guy probably the new guy I guess. He crossed by the window.
I thought he was going to the next class, but then I remembered that our class was the last room in this floor. The door creaked, drawing my attention. A man stepped in, tall and composed and OUR EYES MET. His eyes gave me a bad but a bit of good vibe to me. After a 10 second of eye contact, I broke it. The class fell silent as if they were in the presence of someone important. I barely glanced at him. Another teacher. Another name I’d soon forget. He went to the blackboard, so I removed my headphones as he introduced himself.
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“Hello everyone. I’m Kim Seok Jin,” he began, his voice carrying a calm authority. “I’ll be your Chemistry professor, and I’ll also be teaching Korean part-time.”
I let out a small sigh, already bored. The only thing that caught my attention was how easily he commanded the room. But that wasn’t enough to hold my interest for long.
"Any questions?"
Some girl’s voice broke the silence. “Sir, you look pretty young. What’s your age?”
I almost rolled my eyes. Of course, that would be the first question.
Mr. Kim smiled, just slightly. “I’m 30. What about you guys?”
The class responded loudly, “20!”
Another boy called out, “Sir, are you married?”
I tuned out the noise, irritated by their enthusiasm. His answer didn’t matter to me, but I caught the playful tone in his response. “Aniyo, aniyo... I'm still single.”
The introductions dragged on, each student eager to make some impression. I remained silent, uninterested in this parade of names and fake smiles.
“Now that I’ve introduced myself, it’s your turn,” Mr. Kim continued. As they took turns speaking, I mentally checked out, focusing instead on the rustling leaves outside.
Then, his voice cut through the haze. “As per the rules of this college, today I’ll be choosing the in-charge of this class.” He flipped through the register. “As you can see from the ranks, the topper of this class, Miss Kim Y/n, will be the class president.”
I blinked, my attention snapping back to the present. What?
“We can’t accept this, sir,” a boy objected.
Another girl quickly added, “Yes, sir. She always says, ‘Monitors are lame,’ ‘In-charges are lame.’ She can’t be the class president.”
Their laughter echoed through the room, but I wasn’t laughing. Anger simmered beneath my calm exterior. Class president? Me? The last thing I wanted was to play babysitter for this group of idiots.
Mr. Kim didn’t waver. “For your information, I’m the class teacher, and I get to choose the class president. I believe she will be a great monitor. So, everyone, give a huge applause for your new class president.”
I stood up slowly, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral. “Th... Thank you, sir. I’ll be up to your expectations,” I said, though my words were empty. This wasn’t something I wanted, not at all.
He nodded and dismissed the class, “You may sit. That’s enough for today. We’ll start our lessons tomorrow.”
As he left, I felt a wave of frustration. Why me? There were others more eager, more willing to play this stupid role. Why did he pick me, especially after the objections? Was he testing me, or was it just some random choice?
I sat back down, my hands clenched into fists under the desk. I didn’t want this responsibility, and I certainly didn’t want to be under his scrutiny. But now I had no choice.
Fine. If he wanted to see what I was made of, he’d see it—whether he liked it or not.
Hey guys...
Hope you like this chapter.
I'm sorry it's a short chapter.
What do you think about Y/n's frustration and anger at being chosen as class president, while also hinting at her curiosity about Mr. Kim's decision, even if she doesn't fully understand or appreciate it?
