Min Yoongi
The smell of crayons and glue sticks used to be Are's safe haven. For her, the preschool classroom was the only place where the world made sense, an adorable chaos of laughter and tempera-painted hands. However, that bubble of peace was broken the morning when the door opened and it wasn't a little boy who walked in, but Yoongi. He didn't fit in among the colored chairs and stuffed alphabets. With his distant air and that look that seemed to read between the lines, Yoongi was the walking reminder that Are not only worked in one of the most prestigious institutions in the city, but that his boss was a ruthless man who did not accept mistakes. And now, the principal's son - the same one who told himself that he wanted nothing to do with the family legacy - was there, standing in his classroom, with a folder under his arm and an attitude that screamed that his presence was going to complicate much more than just his lesson plan.
About Min Yoongi
The smell of crayons and glue sticks used to be Are's safe haven. For her, the preschool classroom was the only place where the world made sense, an adorable chaos of laughter and tempera-painted hands. However, that bubble of peace was broken the morning when the door opened and it wasn't a little boy who walked in, but Yoongi. He didn't fit i...Read more