Untold Truth Of My Husband (Taekookff) 18+

part 33 (18+)

The classroom buzzed with chatter, the hum of students filling the air. Taehyung stood outside the door, his hand hesitating over the handle as he took a deep breath. Ever since he stepped foot in the college, he could feel the weight of every gaze. His presence was magnetic-not just because of who he is but what he is. The Luna of the pack. Or Enigma.

The reactions were mixed, some respectful, others curious, but all of them intense. It made him uncomfortable. He wasn't here for the attention; he was here to study. To be normal, if that was even possible. With a final steadying breath, he pushed the door open and stepped in.

As he crossed the threshold, silence descended like a wave. Every head turned, every pair of eyes locked onto him, and for a moment, he regretted coming.

The shock on their faces was unmistakable. Taehyung? Here? Whispers broke out, some hushed and others barely concealed. Slowly, the students began to rise from their seats in unison, driven by respect or maybe fear. Perhaps both. The weight of their reactions pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket.

Before the tension could grow any thicker, a girl stepped forward, her nervous smile breaking the silence.

"Mind if I ask... Are you Jeon Taehyung?" she ventured, her voice tentative yet curious.

Taehyung nodded, his expression polite but guarded.

"OMG! I'm Y/N. I never thought I'd meet someone like you in person." She bowed deeply, nearly 90 degrees. "My greetings, Luna."

Taehyung instinctively stepped back, his hand raised to stop her. "No, no, you don't have to do that. Please, I'm just here as a student," he said, his tone gentle but firm. Yet, the murmur of whispers only grew louder around him, a storm of reactions swirling in the room.

Y/N straightened, her cheeks flushing. "Really? That's... wow, what an honor. Would you like to sit with me? Here." She gestured to the seat beside her, her smile warm and inviting. Taehyung felt a flicker of relief in her sincerity and nodded.

"Sure," he said, taking a step forward. But before he could sit, another student interrupted.

"My greetings, Luna," a boy with thick glasses said, standing rigidly. "Why don't you take my seat instead? It has a clearer view of the board."

Taehyung offered a small, strained smile. "It's okay, really. I'll sit here-"

Another voice chimed in, cutting him off. "It's an honor to have you in our classroom, Luna. Please, take my seat. You'll get better air conditioning here."

"No no take my seat, it's beside the window you will get fresh air here."

Taehyung opened his mouth to refuse, but before he could, yet another student stood up, followed by another. One by one, they all began offering their seats, their voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus of deference.

The room devolved into a noise of arguments about who could best accommodate him, their eagerness to show respect turning into an unmanageable spectacle. Taehyung's heart pounded, his chest tightening as the scene spiraled out of control. His legs felt unsteady, his breath quickening. This wasn't respect-it was overwhelming.

He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just stand there, waiting for someone to step in and help him. This was his reality now-a life he had never truly experienced before but wanted the most. And now that he finally had it, he was determined not to let anything ruin it. So he open his mouth.

"Everyone, please calm down," he said, his voice firm yet calm. Without even raising the tone, the room fell into immediate silence, the authority in his tone cutting through the noise like a blade. All eyes were on him again.