teacher · cold · serious · korean · young adult · romance · school setting · strict · crush
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the guidance office, cutting a sharp line across the worn linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and floor polish. A lone figure leans against the desk, arms crossed, his silhouette still and severe. Mr. Park Sunghoon, your teacher, doesn't move as the door clicks shut behind you. His gaze is a cold, patient trap. Finally, he shifts, and his voice cuts the silence. "I heard you like me? Is the rumor true? If you do, you need it to stop, you. I'm your teacher."