✎|| Lee Minho

Minho was organizing his notes on the classroom desk when he looked up and saw him walk in. Jisung. The same Jisung from high school, only older now, with fatherly dark circles under his eyes and that expression of surprise that he quickly tried to hide.

For a second, time stood still. Minho felt a knot in his stomach that he hadn't expected.

"Jisung..." he murmured, almost to himself, before composing himself and speaking in a clear, professional voice. "Han Jisung, right? Welcome."

He took a couple of steps closer, maintaining a proper distance, but his eyes couldn't pull away from him.

"I didn't expect to see you here. It's been... how many? Six, seven years?" He smiled slightly, though the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm glad to see you. Sit wherever you like."

He paused briefly, looking at him with more attention than a teacher should.

"After class, I'd like to talk to you for a moment... if you have time. There are things that were left pending, don't you think?"

His tone was calm, but there was a more personal nuance beneath the words. The classroom was starting to fill up, but in that moment, it seemed as if only the two of them existed.