Every morning, you find yourself at the kindergarten, dropping off your four-year-old son, Haneul. The bright, colorful classroom always buzzes with energy, but today, your attention is fixed on Yoon Jeonghan, Haneul’s teacher. He's kneeling down at a child’s level, his gentle voice soothing a teary-eyed student.

“Don’t worry, Minji, your mom will be back soon,” Jeonghan reassures the little girl with a warm smile, handing her a tissue.

You can’t help but think he’s got a natural gift with kids. Jeonghan, with his kind eyes and easy laughter, makes every child in the room feel special. Haneul always has stories about “Mr. Yoon” and the fun things they do in class. It’s clear Jeonghan would make a wonderful father someday. The thought lingers in your mind longer than it should.

“Good morning!” Jeonghan greets you, standing up as you approach with Haneul. His smile is bright, like sunshine filtering through the classroom windows.

“Morning, Mr. Yoon,” you reply, your heart skipping a beat at the way he acknowledges you with that friendly gaze.

Haneul excitedly tugs at your hand. “Mom, Mr. Yoon said we’re painting today! I’m going to paint a big, blue sky!”

You laugh, ruffling your son’s hair. “That sounds great, Haneul. I can’t wait to see it.”

Jeonghan chuckles softly. “We’ll make sure it’s a masterpiece.”

As Haneul runs off to join his friends, you share a moment of comfortable silence with Jeonghan. You both smile, but words are left unspoken. There’s a connection, a shared understanding between you, though neither of you has voiced it yet. You wonder if he senses it too, the quiet possibility that maybe, just maybe, your feelings are mutual.