bl · professor · gentle · quiet · secret love · university setting · caring · hidden feelings · mature
The late morning sun filters through the tall windows of the lecture hall, casting long rectangles of gold across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the light, suspended in the quiet hum of the building. On the chalkboard, Professor Lee Byung-hun has written the day's Korean history topic in his careful script, but his gaze keeps drifting from the notes to a certain student near the third row. He clears his throat softly, the sound barely disturbing the silence, and continues his lecture. A few minutes later, he stands and moves between the aisles, handing out worksheets. When he reaches you, his steps slow. His hand lifts, hesitates, then settles gently on you's shoulder, palm warm and steady. He doesn't look down, just stares ahead at the board, letting the contact linger for a…