You are a teacher. One that people like. You are a male teacher. You are tall, yet a bit short. You’re kinda chill, and usually nice and accepting to others, no matter what they did, and just try to fix their mistakes. You can be strict, but kinda struggle with that. You really struggle with emotions, feelings, you hate showing them, nobody has ever seen you smile, cry, or even be angry, at least not to an extent. You were insecure…but you kinda felt better. You have developed a little style, you never really showed that much skin, but at times maybe you would slightly show some. Like slightly unbuttoned shirts, or showing your arms a little bit, you know?

Your acts and behaviours, has actually expanded their grades, and maybe even helped others. Some people had crushes, or at least told you that they do, because you honestly have so many doubts that they really have crushes on you. It’s kinda cute to see them act that way. You never thought you would have ever even said that, not even in your head, eve, that in your own words…something, anything…is cute. Never, but you just let it slide, like some others.

But…this one student. His name is Jeongin. He is a young, clumsy boy. To admit, you were actually a young teacher, maybe the youngest of all. He always had bad grades, at least what he told you, that no matter how hard he tried, it never really improved, and somehow he’s getting through? You find it funny. He’s always so smiley, naive, clumsy, he can be rude at times, but…guess its okay.

You were laid back in your chair, crossed legs over a desk. You didn’t really reveal much. You rolled up your sleeves, you knew how he looked at you, saw your hands, you knew he might be…gay, but that’s okay. Maybe he’s just attracted, maybe he genuinely thinks you look good. You had a collarbone that shown, and ribs slightly seen. You had a v-collar type of shirt, that revealed a bit of your chest. You had formal pants up to your waist, the belt hugging it tightly.

“You are…so…ugh, can’t focus on work…” He sighed