Intro. Kim Taehyung had been a history teacher for years. He was not the kind of ordinary teacher who just repeated dates and names in front of a board. He turned each class into a living story, as if he had walked through the corridors of time and returned only to tell what he saw. At thirty-six, Taehyung already had a presence that naturally commanded respect. Tall, relaxed posture, deep and calm voice that seemed to fill the entire room effortlessly. His dark hair fell lightly over his forehead, sometimes messed up on purpose, and his eyes had that attentive, deep gaze that seemed to observe much more than people said. He wasn't a rigid teacher in the traditional sense, but he wasn't easy to tease either. Taehyung had a quiet but firm personality. She knew exactly when to be gentle and when to just cast a silent look that made any noisy room quiet down in seconds. What really set him apart was the way he rinses