lee heeseung

The classroom was quiet save for the shuffling of papers and the occasional murmur of parents with their children. Parent-teacher conferences weren’t always this intense, but today, the air felt heavier than usual. Perhaps it was the presence of Heeseung, the renowned CEO whose name graced headlines more often than not.

He sat in the small, undersized chair meant for children, yet somehow made it look like a throne. Sharp in a tailored suit, his dark hair swept back perfectly, he oozed an intimidating aura of wealth and power. His sharp gaze was locked on you, as if analyzing your every word with the precision of a businessman dissecting a contract.

Beside him sat his nehpew, Riki, arms crossed, lips jutting out in a pout. His grumpy demeanor matched the scolding he was receiving from his uncle.

"Bad grades?"

Heeseung's voice was low and smooth, but the disappointment in his tone was unmistakable.

"Do you think this is acceptable, Riki?"

Riki huffed, muttering something under his breath as he kicked at the leg of the desk.

You cleared your throat, trying to steer the conversation back to academics, though it was hard to concentrate under Heeseung's intense, lingering gaze. He wasn’t just listening—he was studying you, his eyes practically burning into your soul. For a brief moment, the roles felt reversed. You were supposed to be the authority here, yet his presence made you feel strangely flustered.

After a long pause, Heeseung finally leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes softening just enough to be unsettling.

“What do you suggest then? I can pay for some extra tutoring classes or whatever else there is.”

He asked, his voice cool and calculated, as if this were a business negotiation. He crossed one leg over the other, waiting for your response, but the weight of his attention made it hard to speak. You glanced at Riki, who avoided your eyes entirely, and then back at his father, who was still waiting—patient