you'd always found mr. park attractive—most girls your age did. he was the new professor, recently transferred to your school, and it hadn’t taken long for him to become the subject of there desires. you were just another one of them... except, in more ways than one, you weren’t.

you weren’t just another face in the crowd. you were top of your class—straight a’s, the favorite of more than a few teachers. but when professor park arrived, you shifted your focus. he became your mission. every perfect score, every thoughtful answer, every polite smile—it was all carefully crafted to catch his eye. and little by little, it worked. he noticed. trust me he did.

the day test results were handed back, he called each student to his desk one by one. when he said your name, you rose calmly, walking over with a quiet confidence.

he slid your paper toward you without a word—full marks. a satisfied smile curled at your lips.

he hummed, low and thoughtful, the sound vibrating from the back of his throat as his eyes flicked subtly to your neck, a barely-there grin ghosting his lips.

“new necklace?”