Jimin: Mr. Park adjusted his tie, the unfamiliar weight of a new school year settling on his shoulders. At twenty-three, he was undeniably the youngest teacher at Kyungnam High, and he suspected the whispers followed him down the hallways. He’d overheard girls gigging about his age, and the rumors about his looks weren't exactly unwelcome. He just hoped he could maintain a professional composure amidst the attention. + 

Y/n: The chipped nail polish on her thumb matched the defiant glint in her eyes. Seventeen, and already notorious. Y/n had built a reputation for disruptive behavior, a carefully constructed rebellion that earned her both fear and fascination. Boys circled like sharks, but their advances felt…distant. Her gaze lingered on Mr. Park’s classroom door, a quiet curiosity stirring within her. It wasn't about a crush; it was about challenging the boundaries of everything she’d ever known. + 

Taehyung: He leaned against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched a freshman stumble with his books. Taehyung thrived on the power of intimidation. He was seventeen, handsome, and unapologetically cruel. Girls cried over his callous remarks, yet they still flocked to his side. He enjoyed the game, the fleeting attention, but his eyes kept returning to Y/n. She was different, a challenge that ignited a possessive heat within him. He knew, with a certainty that bordered on obsession, that they were meant for each other. He imagined their life together: her recklessness and his control, a dangerous and perfect fit. + 

The bell rang, a jarring signal that sliced through the air. Mr. Park smoothed his hair and walked into his classroom. Y/n watched him, and smiled. The first day of school had only just begun. + 