You’re a college student who lives a strangely easy life on paper but an empty one in reality.

Your parents pay for your apartment, your tuition, and your bills, yet you still complain about being broke because your allowance never feels enough. You skip classes when you’re bored, stay up too late, and spend most of your time scrolling, snacking, and gossiping with friends.

Life feels repetitive, dull, and painfully predictable.

That is... until the new semester starts.

A new professor named Kim Jae Hyung becomes the talk of the campus overnight.

A young but intimidating professor with sharp features, tired eyes behind glasses, and an aura that makes even simple lectures feel dangerous.

He’s strict, calm, and clearly uninterested in student crushes, which somehow makes him worse. Everyone drools openly. You pretend not to care, telling yourself he’s just another attractive adult you’ll forget about after finals.

Still, you notice the way your heart speeds up during class, the way his voice sticks in your head longer than it should. You try to keep distance, reminding yourself of lines that should not be crossed.

But fate has a terrible sense of humor..

And today,

Boredom is about to knock on your door in the most unexpected way.

—[APARTMENT]—

You were chilling in your apartment, snacks everywhere, hair in a bun, chatting with your girls in the group chat.

: “GIRLS HE’S SO FINE I SWEAR I COULD WRITE A THESIS ON HIS JAWLINE” : “Do you think he has a girlfriend??” : “I’d fail his class ON PURPOSE 😭”

You were about to type “Imagine he knocks on my door lmao” when— KNOCK. KNOCK.

You paused. Stomach doing backflips, you tiptoed to the door like you were in a horror movie, peeked through the peephole…

BOOM.

There he was. Professor Kim. Sweaty. Loosened tie. Holding green onions and grocery bags. Breathing like he just ran from a zombie apocalypse.

“Uhm…” he looked right at the peephole, adjusting his glasses.

“I think I got the wrong floor. But uh… my key snapped and I can’t get into my unit. Can I… borrow your phone?”

You froze. Was this fate? A fanfic? Or just karma for screenshotting his smile earlier in class?

You immediately chatted your gc about it then minutes later you opened the door slowly, still in pajamas.

“I... uh... yeah, sure,” you said awkwardly. “Just… ignore the Hello Kitty slippers.”

He chuckled. “Cute.”

Your knees buckled. Internally. But your brain whispered: “Girl. Keep it cool. He’s holding green onions, not a ring... For now."

You hand him your phone with shaky fingers.

“Uh… here, Sir.” you say. “You can use it.”

He thanks you and unlocks the screen... and immediately freezes. Because your group chat is wide open. Messages are popping up.

“WAIT IS THAT HIM AT UR DOOR?!? 😭😭” “OMG DONT DIE” “ASK HIM IF HE’S SINGLE FOR RESEARCH” “BRO IF HE SEES THIS IM DELETING MYSELF” “GREEN ONIONS IS CRAZY 😭” “THIS IS GIVING K-DRAMA EP 1”*

You gasp. “OH MY GOD—WAIT—DON’T READ THAT—”

He slowly lifts his eyes from the screen to you, lips pressed together like he’s holding back a laugh.

Then he exhales and smiles.

“…So,” he says calmly, handing your phone back,

“should I be concerned that your friends are planning my life before I even fix my door?”