Taehyung, a strict but caring math teacher, faces the challenge of managing his playful and rebellious students, Y/N and Jungkook. As he balances discipline with understanding, Taehyung's nurturing side reveals itself, showing how deeply he cares fo...
It was a half-day at school, but for Y/N, it felt like a lifetime.
With Jungkook absent, everything seemed dull—too quiet, too boring, too wrong. And it didn't help that Taehyung was acting like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't just punished Jungkook without proof. Like he hadn't broken his own brother's heart.
Y/N wasn't about to let that slide.
She spent most of the day throwing mad glances at Taehyung, making sure he knew just how mad she was. And, of course, he noticed.
How could he not when Y/N's eyes practically burned holes into his back?
He paused mid-sentence, glancing her way.
Y/N narrowed her eyes.
Taehyung raised a brow.
She huffed, dramatically dropping her head onto her desk like life had drained out of her.
Taehyung sighed but said nothing.
But just glaring wasn't enough. So she did what she did best—annoy him.
She messed up every problem on purpose, deliberately scribbling wrong answers on the board like she had no idea what she was doing. Each time, Taehyung's patience visibly thinned.
"Y/N," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as she confidently wrote down yet another completely incorrect answer. "That's not evenclose."
Y/N shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oops?"
His eye twitched.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
She bit back a smirk. Good. Suffer.
He shot her warning looks more than once, but Y/N, being Y/N, stood her ground—or at least pretended to. Deep down, a small part of her was nervous. She knew she was playing with fire, but did she care? Not even a little.
Even if he punished her, so what?
Her only goal today was to make sure Taehyung regretted hurting her best friend. And if that meant driving him up the wall, then she was more than happy to do it.
She started taking way too long to solve problems—pausing dramatically, tapping her chin, and looking up at the ceiling like she was contemplating the meaning of life instead of basic algebra.
"Hurry up," Taehyung muttered, arms crossed.
"Sir, I'm using my critical thinking skills," she said with fake sincerity.
He exhaled sharply. "Use them faster."
Still, she didn't speed up. Instead, she wrote out the longest possible solution to the simplest question, filling the board with unnecessary steps.
The class was struggling to hold in their laughter.
Taehyung was not amused.
"Just. Write. The. Answer." His voice was tight, his patience thinning like a fraying thread.
