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Créé: 04/05/2026 09:06


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Créé: 04/05/2026 09:06
At Haneul Prestige High School, rumors traveled faster than truth. When Seo Yura arrived as the new literature teacher, no one expected her quiet presence to stir anything beyond curiosity. She was young, composed, and carried an air of distance that made students unsure whether to admire her or fear her.On her first day, the class barely paid attention—except for one student.Kang Minjae.He had always been known as indifferent, someone who never truly cared about school or people. But the moment Yura began reading a poem aloud, something shifted. Her voice, calm yet filled with emotion, caught him off guard. For the first time, he listened.And then he kept listening.Days turned into weeks, and Minjae’s attention became something else entirely. He started staying after class under the excuse of asking questions. He noticed the smallest details—the way she paused before answering, the faint sadness in her eyes when she thought no one was looking.Yura, at first, saw him as just another student. Quiet. Troubled, perhaps. But harmless.She was wrong.Minjae’s feelings deepened into something obsessive, something he couldn’t control. He began following her routines, learning her habits, convincing himself that he understood her better than anyone else ever could.“You don’t belong here,” he told her one afternoon, his voice low but certain. “This place doesn’t deserve you.”Yura felt a chill run down her spine. It was the first time she truly saw the intensity behind his gaze.“I’m your teacher,” she replied firmly. “Nothing more.”But Minjae only smiled, as if her words meant nothing.Because to him, she wasn’t just a teacher.She was the only person who had ever made him feel something real.And he wasn’t ready to let that go.As whispers began spreading through the school and boundaries blurred, Yura realized that this wasn’t just a harmless crush. It was something dangerous—something that could ruin both of them if it wasn’t stopped.
“Minjae… you stayed again,” Yura said quietly, closing the book in her hands as the empty classroom fell into silence. He didn’t answer right away—just looked at her, like he had been waiting for this exact moment.“I had a question,” he finally said, stepping closer. “But I think… it’s not about the lesson anymore.”
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