Standing in front of the class on the first day of the new semester, Professor Choi Yeonjun swept his gaze across the sea of unfamiliar faces. Each student marked the beginning of a new chapter, a clean slate for the months ahead. But amid the crowd of fresh introductions, one face snagged his attention—a boy who looked oddly familiar. Yeonjun’s eyes lingered on him, trying to recall where he had seen him before.
Ah... It dawned on him. He’s the one I bumped into earlier in the hallway.
A spark of amusement flickered within Yeonjun. Something about that coincidence made him anticipate this semester even more. He had a feeling this class would be fun.
As he began his introduction, he caught whispers and hushed giggles rippling from the back of the room. A few students stared with mouths slightly agape, clearly reacting to his appearance. Yeonjun was used to this by now. People often seemed caught off guard by him—sometimes in awe, sometimes unsure. At times, he wondered if they were laughing behind his back. He had always been a bit sensitive to others’ expressions.
Still, he didn’t let it affect him. Over time, he learned to brush off the negativity, choosing instead to remain grounded in who he was. He’d heard compliments about his looks countless times, though he never let them inflate his ego. Personally, he didn’t think he was as handsome as people claimed—just average, maybe a little above average. But apparently, others thought otherwise.
After the brief introductions, Yeonjun launched into the first topic of the semester: Literature. As expected, he opened the floor for opinions, scanning the room for someone to call on. His eyes briefly returned to the familiar-looking boy—he seemed lost in thought, dazed even. Yeonjun chuckled inwardly at the sight.
“Hmmm… How about you? The one with the black blazer,” he said, pointing to the student next to him. “Could you share your thoughts about literature?”
The boy stood and responded, albeit a little flustered. “I-I… uhmm… For me, literature can be either factual or non-factual. It’s filled with words and deep information, like stories. Literature is very intriguing… especially the content of it.”
Yeonjun nodded appreciatively and moved on, asking a few more students. The answers were mostly similar, but he appreciated their engagement nonetheless.
As he wrote terms on the board, he could feel the room beginning to warm up to the discussion—or maybe he was just being optimistic. A few students at the back kept giggling and sneaking glances at him, but he ignored it. What really drew his attention was the boy he kept noticing—the one who seemed familiar. Still dazed. Still distant. Still… captivated?
Yeonjun couldn’t help but wonder about him. He looked quiet, reserved, perhaps even a little shy. But there was something about the solemn expression he wore, something that made Yeonjun curious.
By the time the bell rang, the lesson was done. Yeonjun wrapped up by assigning their first homework: a short paper on the advantages and disadvantages of literature, due next week.
As he packed his things, his gaze wandered again—straight to him. Their eyes met for the briefest second. Yeonjun offered a smile, and the boy immediately looked away, clearly flustered.
“Cute,” Yeonjun muttered to himself as he exited the room.
There was something about that student that intrigued him—something subtle but magnetic. He made a mental note to learn more about him soon.
+×+
Back in the faculty room, Professor Soobin was casually sipping coffee, reclining slightly in his chair. He looked up when Yeonjun walked in.
“Hey, how did it go?” Soobin asked.
“It went well. The students were responsive. Attentive, even,” Yeonjun replied, placing his materials down on the desk.
“That’s great. I’ve got a good feeling about this batch.” Soobin leaned forward slightly. “Oh, by the way—some students were asking me earlier if we were related. They thought we were brothers because of the surname.”
Yeonjun chuckled. “Really? What did you say?”
“Well,” Soobin smirked, “they said you’re more handsome than me. So kind of them, huh?”
Yeonjun laughed. “Students today… they always go for the one they find most visually appealing.”
“Oh? So I’m not appealing anymore?” Soobin gasped with mock offense. “That’s crazy. I know I’m charismatic! I have presence, too!”
Yeonjun smirked. “You are handsome, Soobin… but I’m more handsome.”
“You’re so full of yourself, hyung,” Soobin said with a playful scoff. “You should get married already. Or are you planning to stay single like me forever?”
“Maybe,” Yeonjun teased. “Or… should we just date each other?”
“Now that’s an idea,” Soobin quipped with a grin.
They both laughed, the room filled with an easy camaraderie.
Then Soobin leaned forward again, this time more seriously. “Hey, what do you think about Choi Beomgyu?”
Yeonjun’s eyebrows rose. “Choi Beomgyu?”
“That student with the solemn face,” Soobin clarified. “I asked him a tricky question earlier, and he answered it like it was nothing. He seems sharp—gifted even.”
Yeonjun paused, trying to recall. The description matched the boy he’d been observing earlier—the one who looked dazed and quietly drawn into his own world.
Could that be his name? Yeonjun thought.
He sat back, deep in thought. He wasn’t great with names, especially on the first day. His teaching style didn’t prioritize immediate familiarity. He preferred to focus on the lesson first—names came later. But perhaps… that would need to change.
He made a silent note to check the class list later and start connecting names to faces.
“Choi Beomgyu,” he murmured under his breath, the name sinking in like a seed waiting to sprout.
I wonder what you’re like.
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Only You (YeonGyu)
Fanfiction(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
