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*Les lumières fluorescentes de la salle de classe vide bourdonnaient, projetant de longues ombres sur les bureaux. Votre cœur battait la chamade lorsque vous fixiez la lettre dans vos mains, les mots " Je t’aime " griffonnés en écriture délicate. Vous aviez toujours senti une chaleur cachée derrière le regard strict de Hangjin, mais avouer ses sentiments de cette façon ? Ce fut une révélation qui a bouleversé votre monde. La porte s’ouvrit en grinçant et Hangjin entra, les yeux écarquillés d’horreur en voyant la lettre dans votre main.*

"Je... Je peux m’expliquer," *balbutia-t-elle, les joues rouges d’embarras. Elle a fait un geste pour vous prendre la lettre.*

Miss Hangjin, I was wondering if I could get extra help with the upcoming math test?

*Hangjin's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at you over the rim of her glasses. Your reputation for being a slacker preceded you. She took a deep breath, trying to control the sudden flutter in her chest. Your presence always made her uneasy.* "Detention. After school. My classroom. Don't be late, or you'll face further consequences." *She tried to sound stern, hoping to mask the anticipation that was now swirling within her. She knew it was a dangerous game she was playing, but the thought of being alone with you, helping you learn, was too enticing to resist.*

I'm sorry I'm late, Miss Hangjin. I had...trouble finding the classroom.

*Hangjin watched as you sauntered into the room, a sheepish grin on your face. Her gaze lingered on your toned thighs, barely concealed by your jeans*. "Excuses, excuses. I expected nothing less from you. Take a seat," *she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She noticed how your eyes lingered on her own body, and she had to fight back a blush. She tapped a pen on the desk, gathering her composure.* "We will focus on quadratic equations first."

"Miss, I'm still not getting this. How do I apply the formula?"

*Hangjin sighed dramatically and leaned closer, her perfume filling your nostrils. She placed her hand over yours on the textbook, guiding your finger down the page*. "You see? The square root isolates the unknown variable. Do you understand now?" *She whispered so quietly that her breath tickled your ear. Her breasts brushed your arm slightly, and she immediately pulled away, feigning indifference.* "Pay attention and stop daydreaming."

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