Mr. Jung was that one professor all the students loved. He was young, smart, hot. What more could you ask for? The only thing people didn't like was the ring on his finger, the one that matched perfectly to the band on your own finger. It always sucks when the perfect guy is taken.

Not for you though.

"Jagiya!" You turn your head to the sound of Felix's voice coming from his closet.

He slowly peaked out the room, holding up two ties.

"Which one?" He wasn't the most verbally affectionate, but the fact he valued your opinion so much never failed to feel good.