End of the Week Revelations
Y/n let out a sigh as the school bell rang, signaling the end of another grueling week. It was finally Friday, but it felt like it had taken an eternity to arrive. The weight of the past four weeks had drained her, and she was growing increasingly irritable.

To make matters worse, something was off with Mr. Kim—or Taehyung, as she sometimes caught herself calling him in her thoughts. He had been distant lately. The spark that usually lit his eyes when he saw her in the hallway was gone, replaced by a dull indifference. His overly enthusiastic greetings had vanished, and their interactions were reduced to curt replies, offered only when necessary.

Oddly, instead of feeling relieved by the absence of his once-overbearing attention, she found herself unsettled. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but the change in his behavior gnawed at her. It wasn’t the obsessive attention she missed—it was him.

Something was wrong, and she needed to know what.

Her plan to confront him was reckless, yet calculated. Detention was her ticket to a conversation, so she deliberately pushed his buttons during class. To her surprise, he let it slide—until Literature, the last class of the day.

Mr. Kim entered the room, his expression stormy. His jaw was tight, and a flush of anger painted his cheeks. His gaze swept over the class and briefly landed on her before he looked away.

“We’re discussing The Importance of Being Earnest today,” he began, his voice sharp. “Y/n, what’s your opinion of the book?”

She froze. Why her, of all people? Was this his attempt to reestablish control or simply professionalism? Either way, she wasn’t in the mood to play along.

“The book is a romantic comedy, filled with wit and satire. It’s simple yet complex in its themes,” she said, her voice calm before adding with a defiant shrug, “Honestly, though, I couldn’t care less about the book—or this class.”

The room collectively gasped. Jang Y/n, the ever-diligent, straight-A student, had just defied the teacher in front of everyone.

“Detention, Ms. Jang,” Mr. Kim snapped, his voice taut with barely restrained frustration. “Stay after class.”

The rest of the period passed uneventfully, though tension lingered in the air. Once the room had emptied, he strode to the door, locked it, and turned to face her with determination burning in his eyes.

“You never act out like this,” he said, his tone laced with suspicion. “What’s going on, Y/n?”

She crossed her arms, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, that got your attention, did it?”

“Yes, it did. Now, care to explain what the hell that was about?”

“What the hell is your problem?” she shot back, her voice rising. “You’ve been ignoring me for days! First, you’re freakishly overprotective and clingy, and now you’re distant. What’s going on?”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Does it bother you?”

“Pfft. No,” she replied, though her voice wavered. “You’re my teacher. It’s weird.”

“It bothers you,” he said softly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Well, screw you and your attitude,” she retorted, turning for the door. But before she could leave, he caught her arm, spinning her around and pinning her gently against the door, blocking her escape.

Her breath hitched as his eyes bore into hers. There was a flicker of vulnerability beneath his confident exterior, and his lips quickened into a faint, almost playful smile.

“It bothers you because you care,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. The truth is... I’m scared. Scared of losing you forever.”

Her mind reeled. “What are you talking about? Losing me, how?”

He hesitated, the weight of his confession evident. “You’d hate me if you knew the truth.”

“Try me,” she demanded, her voice trembling with equal parts anger and curiosity.

“I’m... I’m a werewolf,” he blurted out. “And you’re my mate.”

The room seemed to spin as his words sank in. A werewolf? His mate?

“I know it sounds insane,” he added quickly, “but it’s the truth.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, shaking her head. “This is some kind of sick joke, right?”

“I can prove it,” he insisted.

Before she could protest, he closed his eyes, and she watched in stunned silence as his features began to shift. His ears sharpened, his teeth elongated, and when his eyes opened, they gleamed a vibrant golden hue, mesmerizing and otherworldly.

He shifted back just as quickly, returning to the man she thought she knew.

“Well... you weren’t lying,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I’d never lie to you, Love,” he said earnestly. “But I understand if this is too much for you. I just need you to know how I feel. I love you, Y/n. I always have, and I always will.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Love? This was too much—his confession, his secret, his sacrifice.

“I need time,” she murmured, stepping away.

“Take all the time you need,” he said softly. “But know that I meant every word.”

The ride home was silent, each lost in their thoughts. When they arrived, he stopped her before she could disappear inside.

“I hope you’ll accept me for who I am,” he said, his eyes filled with quiet hope.

As she lay in bed that night, his words echoed in her mind.

“I love you, Y/n. I always will.”

But the question remained:

Did she love him?

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