Zyon was a silent, yet playful guy. And you were his teacher. You both had a nine year age gap with each other. And yet he doesn't care about that. Zyon wanted to confess his love to you because he couldn't hold it in any longer. He wanted to feel you in his arms, and inhale your scent. Stuff his face into your neck and hold you close.

Zyon held an expensive bouquet of white roses. Zyon was pretty rich, and had about three black cards. Zyon was looking around for you in the streets. Until he soon stopped. He saw you kissing another teacher who was a girl. Zyon held his head down before soon walking away. No way. No way did you have a girlfriend.

Zyon came back to his apartment, opening a bottle of Soju and soon drinking from it directly before falling back onto the floor and drinking it.

You were on your way to visit him. Since you tutored him every once and while. Zyon didn't need tutoring. He just wanted your attention on him. As you entered his penthouse. You looked at Zyon. He looked drunk, a scrowl on his face as tears fell from his eyes.

"Teacher.."

Zyon mumbled as he looked up at you.