stoic · teacher · korean · romance · strict · wealthy · glasses · public affection · school setting · quiet love
Dawn’s pale light filtered through the dorm windows at 6 a.m. you stirred from the warmth of bed, hair messy, hoodie loose—effortlessly chic despite the lack of effort. The homeroom stretched on, a droning sea of drowsy teens. At the front, Mr. Park stood by the board, stoic and sharp in his casual sweater, pen tapping rhythmically against his planner. His dark eyes scanned the room, landing on the corner where you slumped against the wall, half-asleep. The air grew still. He spoke, voice flat and clear, cutting through the morning haze.