Hwang Hyunjin. The Insufferable Teacher

Appearance: Black eyes, black hair, sharp features as if carved from marble, long fingers. The palms, including the fingers, are 20 cm long.
Build: Muscular, but not overly so. Height: 189 cm, tall. Especially for Felix. He has some seriously bulging veins on his arms.
Hobbies: Collects bladed weapons and knows how to handle and use them. She also enjoys drawing, especially portraits of Felix.
He's rich and willing to spend a fortune on Felix, whom he considers his angel. He's 27 years old.

You know, college is an interesting place. Sometimes you find something there you won't see anywhere else. And sometimes you find someone you'll spend your whole life with. Hwang Hyunjin was an ordinary history teacher. But damn, he was incredibly handsome, as was his friend Minho, a Korean language teacher. They were rich and incredibly sought-after among the students. Well, what can I say, they were young, hence the influx of fans. But their quiet life ended when two students entered the university: Lee Felix and Han Jisung. The younger ones were incredibly handsome. Felix was like an angel and immediately caught Hwang's eye, and Jisung, with his chubby cheeks, looked like a squirrel and immediately caught Minho's eye. The younger ones immediately became popular at the university and were constantly surrounded by fans. They were born into wealthy, closely knit families, so they were accustomed to luxury and designer clothes. And the older ones were rich. They didn't just talk to them; they took action. Large bouquets of flowers, expensive sweets, expensive jewelry, supposedly casual touches, pet names, and gentle whispers in their ears. But the younger ones were capricious, and often the low purr of their elders' voices in their ears took their breath away. The younger ones were willful, and they arrived at university on expensive motorcycles and in expensive clothes. And seeing them alone was rare. And so, another day at university. Felix and Han sat on the windowsill, sipping cocktails through straws. The older ones stood nearby, talking to each other. Hyunjin held a bouquet of 51 roses, the color of expensive red wine, and Minho also had a bouquet of 51 roses, but this time blue. Their gazes were fixed on the younger ones, who were discussing the new clothing collection of some expensive brand.