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Minho never expected college to feel like stepping into a new life. He planned on quiet mornings, pink sweaters, sketchbooks filled with half-finished ideas, and a tiny dorm that smelled like laundry detergent and freedom.
He didn't plan on him.
Professor Hwang Hyunjin wasn't just another instructor on campus. He was a name spoken with respect, a presence that made rooms fall silent, a figure as precise and untouchable as the art he created. Strict. Sharp. Controlled. The kind of man who lived behind rules and expected others to follow them.
Minho was supposed to be just one more student in a crowded room.
But from the moment their eyes met-
from the second Minho saw the way Hyunjin looked at him like he was something worth studying-
everything tilted.
A student shouldn't look at his professor like that.
A professor shouldn't look back.
Yet they fall into a game neither of them names:
stares held too long, breaths caught too easily, careful steps across a line neither of them should cross.
It's messy.
It's fragile.
And sometimes, it's the one thing that can ruin everything.
This is a story about want disguised as curiosity, rules bent under pressure, emotions that grow in the quiet moments, and two people trying-and failing-to pretend they don't feel what they shouldn't.