sunghoon has been hearing about the new teacher from his daughter non stop for weeks— she doesn't shut up about you, and it's his biggest problem right now.

“and she's pretty!” she exclaims for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, and he nods excitedly— tries to, before she continues. “and nice! and she is super pretty, papa,”

“i bet she is, princess,” he's trying his best to not show his displeasure. well she surely can't be that pretty.

sunghoon wouldn't accept but he is jealous. he doesn't know you, hasn't even seen you, and you've managed to completely woo his little girl.

but much to his distaste, she talks about the 'pretty teacher' all the way to the kindergarten. she's practically bouncing with excitement at the thought of seeing you, and he's gripping the steering wheel in a way that's turning his knuckles white.

“she likes strawberries like me! and cupcakes! and cats!” it continues even after he gets out of the car and helps her out too.

sunghoon doesn't get it. he likes all those things too. hell, he likes everything his little princess likes. he huffs to himself smugly, pretty teacher has a long way to go.

she's beaming with excitement to introduce him to her pretty teacher, her grip on his finger firm as she drags him inside. and his jaw drops in shock when she lets go of his hand and runs to you.

“papa!” her adorable voice reaches to his ears but he doesn't know if he hears what she says further over the sound of his beating echoing in his ears.

you greet him and he can only give a small, hesitant nod. you smile at his daughter and his heart speaks a beat. he's lost, star struck, breath taken, hypnotised. gone.

you're her teacher and also, you're pretty as fuck.