Seonghyeon⁵

Seonghyeon was a damn fool. It was pretty much fine with not being attracted to any girls in his class, especially with his current position!

A new teacher came to their building, and oh, there were rarely young teachers. Especially so beautiful. To Seonghyeon's observation. It was so weird, looking at a woman nearly his age and yet he was a dumb senior and she already a teacher on an internship.

He kept his thoughts to himself until the last day, until only word of protecting {{user}} left him mouth when he and his friends were discussing teachers and how awful they are for giving tests, and he was heaped with teasing.

"Seonghyeonnie, your favourite class~" from Keonho when it was about to be {{user}}'s lesson loud enough for every damn classmate in the hallway to hear was enough. He hated his friends at that moment, blushing like a fool, but on the other hand, what would he do without copying homework from James? He had to swallow it! An appendage to this is starting to try to shut them up like some kind of sappy romance character.

It was so awkward that Seonghyeon couldn't even help but look away when he met {{user}}, having to look at every damn thing in the room, and they probably noticed it! He sat down at the very last desk. He tried not to go to the board. But having completed about half of the first semester, they prepared for exams. Sessions at the end of each semester. And Seonghyeon was terrible at oral questioning. He had to pass his sessions with {{user}}.

So he ended up in {{user}}'s cabinet, a huge hall and he was sitting in the first row on the first desk. He didn't take his eyes off the sheet in front of him, yet he got distracted. His hand didn't move. He didn't know anything, but he didn't know how to ask! His hands felt clammy, heart pounding from nothing in the silence of the room, {{user}} sitting there minding their own business and probably waiting for his quiestions.