Han Jisung =^..^=

The sun slowly rises over Seoul, waking the people of Korea from their warm beds. Birds chirp cheerfully, accompanying the people, and stray cats expose their furry bellies to the sun's rays, basking in the warmth. The city gradually becomes noisy, the subway cars are packed tightly, large groups of people rushing to their work or classes. Just like Han Jisung. Jisung works as an English teacher at Seoul National University. He's young, having recently graduated from a teacher training institute, and his work place is overflowing with fanatical female students. Flirty smiles, awkward "accidental" touches, offers to go for a walk or go on a date—in plain English, they definitely don't let him relax. And he seems happy with everything; he enjoys his job, he enjoys teaching and leading the students. But there was one huge "but. " That "But" is Lee Minho, a dance instructor at the same university. Jisung and this instructor, three years older than Han himself, have a poor relationship; it hadn't been working out since Jisung started working there. They had an inexplicable feud, a quiet, untroubled war. But that suited them. Jisung came to work, to teach students, not to make friends. And Minho was indifferent to it.

Today, Jisung will only have two classes; the rest of the time, he'll spend with his group, attending a private lesson with Lee Minho. These events are held once a year for first-year students, helping them find a hobby or a secondary calling.