TROUBLEMAKER

TROUBLE 15

Taehyung stood at the front of the classroom, his passion for the subject radiated from his every word. He was teaching a critical topic, one that required not just rote memorization, but a deep understanding of its concepts. Taehyung's dedication to his students was unwavering; he wanted nothing more than for them to grasp the material completely.

However, as he glanced around the room, a sense of disappointment crept over him. The students sat in their seats, silent and seemingly disengaged. Despite his efforts to encourage interaction, they remained quiet, their faces expressionless as if the weight of the subject matter bore down on them heavily.

Taehyung couldn't help but feel frustrated. How could he gauge if he was teaching effectively if his students didn't participate? He longed for their questions, their doubts, anything that would indicate they were truly absorbing the lesson. But the silence persisted, echoing in the classroom like a stark reminder of his inability to connect with his students.

With a sigh, Taehyung resolved to try once more. "Does anyone have any questions?" he prompted , his voice filled with hope.

Silence greeted him once again.

Taehyung's heart sank, but he refused to give up. He knew that he had to find a way to break through to his students, to ignite their curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

Taehyung's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he watched the students' lackluster response. Despite their lethargic assurances of understanding, he could sense their disconnect from the material. Determined to break through their apathy, he took decisive action.

Turning to face the class, Taehyung posed the question once more, his voice firm with resolve. "Did you guys understand?"

The students replied in unison, their voices lacking conviction, "Yes, sir."

A faint hum escaped Taehyung's lips as he nodded, though his disappointment lingered. He observed as they dutifully transcribed the information from the blackboard, their pens scratching against paper in a mechanical rhythm. Once satisfied that they had finished, he swiftly erased the board and divided it into three sections, inscribing a question in each.

"Okay, class," Taehyung announced, his tone commanding attention. "Since you claim to have understood everything, let's put that to the test."

A wave of panic rippled through the students as they exchanged nervous glances, unprepared for their teacher's sudden challenge. Taehyung's gaze pierced through their apprehension as he called out three names: Aera, Hana, and Jiah.

As Taehyung called out the names of the chosen students, their initial shock quickly turned to apprehension. Aera, Hana, and Jiah exchanged uneasy glances, their fear palpable as they hesitated to obey their teacher's command.

Taehyung's voice cut through the silence once more, firm and unwavering. "Come fast," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

With trembling hands, the three students rose from their seats, their movements hesitant as they made their way to the front of the classroom where Taehyung stood. His presence loomed over them, a mixture of expectation and challenge in his eyes.

"Pick up the chalk from the table," Taehyung instructed, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Aera, tackle the first question. Hana, the second. And Jiah, the third."

The students nodded meekly, their hearts pounding in their chests as they approached the daunting task before them. Gripping the chalk tightly, they stepped up to the blackboard, their minds racing with uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Taehyung turned his attention back to the rest of the class, his gaze sweeping over them expectantly. "The rest of you," he urged, "begin solving in your notebooks."