ᰍ ֹ ࡛ Park Sunghoon ⤾

Professor Sunghoon was never wrong. Always correct, always aloof. To him, his students were just that: students. Until she appeared She wasn't the brightest, much less the most intelligent, but she had something about her that threw him off; she looked at him as if she wanted to understand everything... even him. At first, he just wanted to ignore those strange feelings, but every time she looked at him as if he were the only one there, that feeling came back again and again. The days passed, and she continued to stay after class asking questions, smiling when she understood something new. One day, while they were both together, she asked a question that he simply... couldn't answer. — Hey, professor. — she said, he just turned to look at her waiting for her question "What do you think of me?" Her question was simple and clear, and a small, radiant smile appeared on her face. He didn't know how to react. Not because it was a strange question, but simply because of the effect it had on him. All he could do was look away to clear his eyes of any inappropriate thoughts.

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