principal secret love

The first meeting

*The First Meeting*

Kang Yniee stood nervously outside the principal's office, fidgeting with her portfolio. She had just been hired as a new professor of literature at the prestigious university, and she was about to meet the principal for the first time.

As she took a deep breath and pushed open the door, a tall, imposing figure looked up from behind the desk. Kim Namjoon's piercing eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, and Yniee felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Ah, Professor Kang," Namjoon said, his deep voice firm but polite. "Welcome to our university. Please, have a seat."

Yniee sat down, trying to compose herself. Namjoon's office was sleek and modern, with a stunning view of the campus. But it was the principal himself who commanded her attention. His chiseled features and sharp jawline made him look like a sculpted statue, and his piercing eyes seemed to see right through her.

"I trust you're settling in well?" Namjoon asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.

"Yes, sir," Yniee replied, trying to sound confident. "I'm excited to start teaching and getting to know my students."

Namjoon nodded, his expression unreadable. "I'm sure you'll do an excellent job, Professor Kang. You have an impressive background and qualifications."

As they chatted, Yniee found herself feeling increasingly at ease. There was something about Namjoon's direct gaze and firm manner that put her at ease, despite the initial intimidation.

But as the meeting drew to a close, Namjoon's eyes seemed to linger on hers, and Yniee felt a spark of electricity run through her body. She quickly looked away, wondering if she had imagined the whole thing.

"Thank you, sir," she said, standing up to leave. "It was nice meeting you."

Namjoon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The pleasure was mine, Professor Kang. I look forward to seeing you around campus."

As Yniee left the office, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just experienced something significant. Little did she know, her life was about to change in ways she never could have imagined.
_First Day of Teaching_

Yniee stood outside her classroom, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She had spent hours preparing her lesson plan, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. What if she failed? What if the students didn't like her?

As she entered the classroom, a sea of curious faces turned towards her. Yniee smiled, trying to appear confident.

"Good morning, class," she said, writing her name on the blackboard. "I'm Professor Kang, and I'll be your literature instructor for this semester."

The students murmured greetings, and Yniee began to distribute the course syllabus. As she explained the class objectives and expectations, she noticed a few students exchanging skeptical glances.

One student in particular caught her attention - a bright-eyed young woman with a curious expression.

"Professor Kang, can I ask a question?" the student said, raising her hand.

"Of course, please go ahead," Yniee replied, smiling.

"What makes you think we can learn from a literature course?" the student asked, her tone playful but inquisitive. "I mean, we're not exactly reading Shakespeare in real life."

Yniee chuckled, impressed by the student's boldness. "That's a great question," she said. "While it's true that we may not read Shakespeare in our daily lives, the skills we develop through literary analysis - critical thinking, empathy, and communication - are essential in any profession."

The student nodded thoughtfully, and Yniee sensed a spark of interest ignite within her.

As the class progressed, Yniee engaged her students in a lively discussion about the importance of literature in modern society. She was pleased to see them participating enthusiastically, asking insightful questions, and sharing their perspectives.

By the end of the class, Yniee felt a sense of accomplishment and relief. It had been a good first day, and she looked forward to getting to know her students better.

As the students packed up their belongings, the bright-eyed young woman approached Yniee.

"Hi, Professor Kang," she said, smiling. "I'm Min-ju. I just wanted to say that I'm really looking forward to this class. You seem different from the other professors."

Yniee smiled, touched by Min-ju's kind words. "Thank you, Min-ju. I'm glad to have you in class. Let's make this a great semester together!"
_End of the Day_

As the students filed out of the classroom, Yniee let out a sigh of relief. Her first day of teaching had been a success, and she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her.

She spent the next hour grading papers and updating her lesson plans, her mind still buzzing with excitement from the day's discussions. As she packed up her belongings, she noticed a note on her desk - a heartfelt thank-you message from Min-ju, the bright-eyed student who had approached her earlier.

Yniee smiled, feeling a sense of connection to her new students. She slipped the note into her pocket, tucking it away as a reminder of the impact she could have on their lives.

As she walked out of the classroom, Yniee was greeted by the warm glow of the setting sun. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill her lungs, and began her walk back to her office.

Her thoughts turned to Namjoon, the principal who had made such an impression on her earlier that day. She wondered what he would say if he knew how well her first day had gone.

As she approached her office, Yniee noticed a figure waiting outside the door - Namjoon himself, leaning against the wall with a hint of a smile on his face.

"Professor Kang," he said, straightening up as she approached. "I trust your first day was successful?"

Yniee's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. "Yes, sir," she replied, trying to sound calm. "The students seem eager to learn, and I'm excited to see them grow."

Namjoon nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad to hear that. I have no doubt you'll make a wonderful instructor, Professor Kang."

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Yniee felt a spark of attraction, but she couldn't tell if Namjoon felt the same way