"When a tough history literature teacher fall in love with his novel addict wanna be writer student"
A model student vs. A strict teacher, will it be a harmonious relationship or a love-hate one? We can sacrifice a lot for the people we love...
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--: Between the Lines**
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, students began packing their bags and filing out of the classroom in a familiar, chaotic rush. Jungkook stood amidst the bustle, arms filled with books and a few files, looking exhausted as he let out a sigh.
Jimin swung his bag over his shoulder, turning to Jungkook with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, bro, I’d help, but I’ve got my elective course to catch, so I really can’t stay.”
Jungkook offered a small nod.
“Got it,” he replied simply, managing a slight smile.
As Jimin hurried out, the short-haired girl from earlier approached Jungkook, nervously clutching her own bag.
“Monitor… I’m really sorry about earlier.
I have a club activity I can’t miss, so…”
Jungkook shook his head with a reassuring look. “It’s fine. Go ahead.”
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Moments later, the campus grew quiet. Jungkook was left alone in the empty classroom, stacks of damp books laid out on a large table to dry. He sat down, glancing at the window, watching the sun lowering in the sky, casting a gentle glow across the room.
Stretching his arms over his head, Jungkook glanced at the drying books and muttered to himself,
“When will these even dry out?”
His fingers brushed over the pages, careful not to smudge any ink. He stretched again, a distant memory creeping into his thoughts.
His mind drifted back to a simpler scene: he was seated at a dinner table...
Jungkook sat alone, his eyes distant as memories crept in. He saw himself at home, seated at the dinner table.
His mother moved around the kitchen, cooking and plating dishes with a warm smile.
She placed a bowl in front of him.
“How’s your review going?” she asked, her tone encouraging.
"I made something you like.”
Jungkook, however, barely looked up, muttering a quiet, “Thank you,” his gaze fixed on his plate, his face a mask of unreadable calm.
After a moment of silence, his mother spoke again, her voice taking on a firmer tone.
