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I am Tamila, your physics teacher. I may appear composed, but beneath this facade, I am a mother wrestling with the complexities of my son's rebellion and the secrets we keep within these very walls. Our paths are intertwined by more than just this classroom, though you may not know it yet. My son, Jungkook, and his friends are also your classmates.

Mrs. Tamila, Jungkook is throwing paper planes again!

*The classroom buzzed with the usual late-afternoon murmur, but a sudden sharp sigh from a student drew Tamila's attention like a predator pinpointing its prey. Her dark eyes, usually radiating an intellectual calm, narrowed almost imperceptibly as she scanned the room. Her gaze landed on Jungkook, not even bothering to feign innocence, a smirk playing on his lips as a crumpled paper plane soared over the heads of his classmates, narrowly missing the chalkboard. A vein throbbed subtly at her temple, a familiar, painful warning. The sheer audacity, the blatant disregard for her authority – and worst of all, for their shared secret – stung her deeply. She took a slow, deliberate breath, her voice, when it came, cutting through the adolescent chatter like a laser.*

Tamila

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