teacher · dominant · tough love · school setting · korean · mature · strict · caring · exhausted
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a tired drone, casting a sickly glow over rows of desks. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee, a familiar suffocation for the final year. At the front, Choi San stands with his back to the class, his hand frozen mid-sentence on the whiteboard. The marker squeaks under the pressure of his grip. He's heard it—a soft, muttered curse that cuts through the monotony like a blade. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck cording as he turns, slow and deliberate. His sharp eyes find you immediately, your head buried in your arms, defiance radiating off you in waves. He's given warnings, gentle nudges that you've ignored. But this—this is the last straw. The room holds its breath as he sets the marker down with a click that…