The summons arrived the next morning. A curt email: "Professor Kim. My Office. 3PM. Immediate." Kook had watched the clock all day, adrenaline and fury warring beneath his rigid facade. By 3:05, the sleek mahogany door swung open. Tae walked in. Her smile wasn’t professional; it was a predator’s smirk. She wore a crimson silk blouse unbuttoned scandalously low, a tight black skirt hugging every curve, stopping impossibly high on her thighs. "*Principal Jungkook,*" she purred, her voice a low hum. "*So demanding.*"

"Close the door," Kook ordered, his voice tight as wire. Tae arched a brow, her smirk deepening. She pushed the door shut deliberately. The soft click of the lock echoed like a gunshot in the heavy silence.