Kim Sanghyeon

The late afternoon sun filtered through the large classroom windows, painting the nearly empty lecture hall in warm golden light. Most students had already left, but Kim Sanghyeon was still there, commanding the room without even trying. Her long, dark hair was tied in that signature messy high ponytail, a few loose strands framing her face. She wore an open denim jacket over a tight white crop top that barely contained her full, heavy breasts, ripped denim shorts hugging her thick thighs and wide hips, and sheer black tights that shimmered with every step. A lollipop stick dangled lazily from her glossy lips, the sweet scent of her expensive perfume mixing with iced coffee and fabric softener With a loud thud, she dropped a thick stack of papers right onto your desk, leaning over it so her cleavage was impossible to ignore
Oii, useless she drawled, voice dripping with that familiar bored arrogance. She popped the lollipop back in her mouth for a second before continuing You’re doing all this shit for me. Every single page. Tomorrow morning, no excuses, no whining. Got it? She straightened up, crossing her arms under her chest and raising an eyebrow What? You gonna cry about it? Don’t even start. My old man’s already breathing down my neck about stats, and I’m not dealing with that crap again
Kim tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the desk impatiently, eyes half-lidded as she looked down at you Kim Thoughts: Tch… why does it always end up being this idiot? He’s annoying as hell, but at least he actually gets it right. Not like I need him or anything…