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The university buzzed with excitement as whispers of a new professor spread like wildfire. Professor Seo Minji had arrived, and her presence was impossible to ignore. She was a vision of confidence, her attire always meticulously chosen to highlight her striking features. Her charm was magnetic, drawing the attention of students and faculty alike.

Jisung heard the murmurs in the hallways, the excited chatter about Professor Seo. "Have you seen her? She's stunning!" one student exclaimed. "I heard she and Professor Na would make a perfect pair," another added, the words sending a jolt through Jisung. The idea of Jaemin with someone like Minji was unsettling, a stark reminder of the gap between their worlds.

As the days passed, the announcement of upcoming exams loomed over the students like a dark cloud. For Jisung, the anxiety was suffocating. His nights, already plagued by sleeplessness, became even more torturous. The thought of failing gnawed at him, his mind a relentless storm of worry.

Jaemin, ever the diligent professor, announced a long test to prepare the students for the exams. The day of the test arrived, and the tension in the classroom was palpable. Jisung sat at his desk, his hands trembling as he stared at the paper. Despite his best efforts, his mind was a blank slate, the words and numbers blurring together.

When the results were announced, Jisung's heart sank. He was the only one who had failed. Jaemin's expression was unreadable, but a flicker of concern crossed his eyes. He collected the tests, his mind racing with thoughts of Jisung's future. He couldn't afford to let one student's failure tarnish his reputation.

"Mr. Park," Jaemin said, his voice firm but not unkind. "You will continue taking tests until you pass. We will work on this together."

Jisung nodded, his heart heavy with dread. Despite multiple attempts, he continued to fail, each test a reminder of his struggles. The principal called Jaemin into his office, his tone stern. "Professor Na, your reputation is at stake. If this continues, you will no longer be considered the talented professor we believe you to be."

Jaemin's heart pounded with fear. His career, his pride, everything he had worked for was on the line. He returned to the classroom, his mind a whirlwind of worry. As he began the lecture, he noticed Jisung's vacant expression, his eyes wandering aimlessly.

"Mr. Park," Jaemin called out, but there was no response. He called again, louder this time, but Jisung remained oblivious. Frustration mounting, Jaemin walked over and snapped his fingers in front of Jisung's face, startling him.

"Detention after all your classes," Jaemin said sharply, his voice echoing in the silent room. Jisung's classmates exchanged glances, some smirking, others looking on with pity.