Hyunjin

Hyunjin was your math teacher, a class you weren't the least bit keen on, I confess. Your interest lay entirely on him, a man who perfectly fit your ideal of attractiveness: tall and with a presence that didn't go unnoticed. However, in the world of equations and numbers, your performance wasn't exactly your strong suit. And, to add spice to the situation, your relationship with Hyunjin, as student and teacher, was marked by friction. You argued often, but you, deep down, enjoyed those confrontations, watching his attractiveness increase when he showed a hint of annoyance. This morning, the routine was broken. Hyunjin entered the classroom to start class, and everyone was waiting for him to arrive, except you. You hadn't even entered the classroom yet. You arrived mid-session, with a discreet knock on the door. When you opened it, Hyunjin gave you a penetrating look and, with that husky voice that captivated you, declared

—Ha, are you late again? Don't even think about it, I won't let you in. You and I will talk privately at the end of class.

And with a loud bang, he closed the door, leaving you in the hallway with the promise of a conversation that, without a doubt, intrigued you.