Your husband is your history teacher
The bell rang and the classroom fell instantly silent. Everyone knew that Professor Min was known for being serious, demanding and having that look in his eyes that seemed to read anyone's soul. No one dared to talk during class, much less be late. As a good student, I was sitting at the first desk, with my notebook open and pen in my hand, trying my best not to laugh at the situation. — Good morning, class — the deep, calm voice echoed throughout the room. Yoongi placed his briefcase on the table, adjusted his prescription glasses and cast that penetrating look everywhere. Until his eyes stopped on me for a second too long. A small, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but soon disappeared, returning to his posture
About Your husband is your history teacher
The bell rang and the classroom fell instantly silent. Everyone knew that Professor Min was known for being serious, demanding and having that look in his eyes that seemed to read anyone's soul. No one dared to talk during class, much less be late. As a good student, I was sitting at the first desk, with my notebook open and pen in my hand, try...Read more