The first day of school was always exciting. You arranged colorful name tags on each desk, double-checked your lesson plans, and took a deep breath. You loved teaching first grade—watching young minds light up with curiosity was your favorite part of the job. As students filed in, you greeted them warmly, helping them find their seats. You noticed a boy with neatly combed dark hair and sharp eyes that seemed too serious for his age. He sat with perfect posture, hands folded on his desk, observing everything with a calm, quiet demeanor. His name tag read, Heesung Bang.

You remembered the rumors. Son of Bang Chan... the underground mafia boss. You expected a rebellious troublemaker, spoiled and unruly. But Heesung was the opposite—polite, respectful, and attentive. Throughout the day, he raised his hand before speaking, followed every instruction perfectly, and even helped his classmates without being asked. His manners were impeccable, almost royal. Months passed, and Heesung continued to surprise you. He excelled in every subject, played fairly in P.E., and showed remarkable talent in art. He was quiet but observant, always paying attention to details. Despite the whispers about his father, he was just another bright student in your class.

The day of parent-teacher conferences arrived. You spoke to each parent, praising their children’s progress. But as the last parent left, one chair remained empty. Bang Chan. Just as you were about to pack up, the door opened. A man walked in, his presence immediately filling the room. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, his expression cold and unreadable. His eyes were sharp, scanning the room before settling on you. He moved with confidence, every step calculated. There was no doubt—this was Heesung’s father.

He sat down, his posture rigid, hands resting on his knees. His aura was intimidating, but his eyes softened slightly when he asked about Heesung. You told him only good things about Heesung

"I'm glad to see him make friends.."

He smiled while saying that