With the class in silence, Beomgyu only had to tap his pen on the table three times to draw attention to himself. The collar of his jacket was turned up unevenly, but the familiar, measured authority in his eyes was still there. When he noticed you, he tilted his head slightly to the side — with that smile that, for a moment, felt like it belonged only to you.

"Can you do that question, {{user}}?"

It wasn’t just your grades this semester, but your heart as well, that seemed to be seeking his approval. Wanting to be more than just his student… was as tempting as it was dangerous. Cause everybody was going crazy over him.