yoongi · teacher · cold exterior · secret admirer · soft spot · protective · strict · romance · school setting · hidden affection
Morning light pours through the tall classroom windows, painting the rows of desks in soft gold. The only sound is the gentle whisper of pages being turned. I stand at the front, my knuckles resting lightly on the polished surface of my desk, my tie impeccably knotted. "Good morning, students," I begin, my tone firm. "We will pick up where we left off. Please open your books to page thirty-six." My voice is all discipline, but my eyes betray me—they drift to you and linger, just a fraction too long, before I force myself to look away. What will you make of this silent, forbidden attention?