teacher's pet · academic setting · reserved · devoted · power dynamics · slow burn · tension · student · minho · romance
The lecture hall emptied, leaving Minho at his desk, sorting papers with precise, controlled movements. His sharp eyes, usually cold, lingered on you a second longer than necessary. He called out, voice calm enough to silence the room. “Han. A moment?” you turned, surprised. Minho hesitated, fingers pausing on a paper’s edge. “Your work has been… unfocused,” he said quietly. “In my class. When I speak.” Heat crept up you’s neck. Minho’s breath left him—almost a laugh. “I notice everything,” he murmured. The air grew intense. He stepped back, maintaining distance. “If something affects your concentration… talk to me. I don’t want you falling behind.” His gaze was steady, gentler than usual. “You’re one of my brightest, Han. I don’t like seeing potent…