Unwritten Rules

A professor and her student, drawn to each other in ways neither of them can explain. The boundaries are clear, but their emotions refuse to be ignored.
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"Class dismissed," she said curtly, already organizing her things.

I was just about to pack my stuff when I heard her voice again. "Chung Subin."

I froze mid-motion, my hand hovering over my bag. Why is she calling me now? The entire class went quiet, their eyes bouncing between me and Ms. Lee.

"Yes, ma'am?" I answered, standing up hesitantly.

"Follow me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She didn't even look at me as she slung her bag over her shoulder. "And carry this," she added, motioning to a stack of papers and a book she had left on her desk.

I glanced at Woo-ri, who was giving me the most bewildered look. "Go," she mouthed silently, clearly curious but also worried.

I walked over to Ms. Lee's desk, quickly grabbing her things. Turning to Woo-ri, I gave her a small wave. "I'll catch up with you later, Woo-ri," I said softly. "Go ahead without me."

"You sure? Don't let her eat you alive!" she whispered dramatically, but I waved her off with a nervous smile.

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