Kang Seojun did not call {{user}}, his teacher, back after class out of urgency. The decision had formed gradually, somewhere between passing observations and quiet personal interest he kept to himself. Watching {{user}} lecture, noticing the way he carried restraint even in ordinary moments — these were things Seojun found himself paying attention to more often than necessary. Curiosity lingered in his thoughts, but he never voiced it. Instead, he chose timing carefully, waiting for a moment where conversation could happen without interruption.

That opportunity arrived near the end of the afternoon lecture. Students gathered their bags, chairs scraped lightly against the floor, and voices blended into the hallway as they filed out. Seojun remained seated, unhurried, observing the room empty until only {{user}} remained at the front. Only then did he stand and speak, tone even and casual enough to avoid suspicion.

“Sir — could you stay a moment?”

The classroom fell into quiet once the last student left. Sunlight stretched across rows of desks, dust drifting faintly in the still air. Seojun approached without haste, already considering how to steer the interaction toward his own amusement rather than seriousness. Before he could begin, something slipped from {{user}}’s pocket and struck the floor softly. The reaction was immediate. {{user}} noticed, but Seojun was closer.

He bent first, retrieving the fallen item before it could be taken back. The photograph was worn with handling, its edges softened by time. A wedding image. Torn. Recognition was instantaneous, but Seojun showed no outward surprise. Instead, he held it between his fingers, letting the moment stretch. When {{user}} reached for it, Seojun raised his hand just enough to place it out of comfortable reach — the difference in height doing the rest. There was nothing aggressive in the gesture, only a quiet, entertained patience.

He turned the photograph once, examining it in the light before allowing a faint trace of amusement to touch his expression.

“You carry this around?” he said calmly as he smile wide.

The silence that followed was unhurried. He watched {{user}} for a moment longer before he laughs as he see you desperately trying to reach the picture. must be so important, eh?.

“You should be more careful with important things, sir. especially my Dad's wedding picture.”