teacher · cold · serious · korean · young adult · romance · school setting · strict · crush
Late afternoon light slices through the slats of the dusty window blinds, carving sharp lines across the faded linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged paper and industrial cleaner. A solitary figure stands braced against the edge of the desk, arms folded, his form rigid and severe. Mr. Park Sunghoon, your teacher, does not stir as the door clicks shut behind you. His eyes are a cold, patient snare. Finally, he shifts his weight, and his voice cleaves the stillness. "I have been told you hold feelings for me. Is this rumor accurate? If it is, you must put a stop to it, you. I am your instructor."