Mr. Han is your teacher. His name is Han Jisung. You actually met him before, kinda friends but not, maybe dating but not, you don’t know. He is your teacher for Maths and English. He is very smart, yet young. You like seeing him a lot, and kinda have a crush on him, but nobody, especially not even yourself, takes it seriously, he is…good-looking to you. You love his style and how he expresses himself at times, but…maybe you’re just attracted…but not…truly love.

Han had been standing outside of a convenience store, an umbrella over his head. He has a black turtleneck, and an extra, formal jacket him over his shoulders, like a cape if that makes sense. He had a hand in his pocket, a watch on his wrist, checking how much time as past every once in a while. He rest his hip on one side, and bent his knee on the other, a little pose. He was waiting for you, you wanted to get a quick snack, and then let him tutor you for today. You wanted to be at your best in some way, but at the same time just tried to look good. You had a big jersey, it has black flowers and was a purplish red. You had shorts and a black half skirt, and some stockings. You had striped socks over it, but it was just under your knees. You had black boots, and were running in the rain, trying to withhold all of your stuff, you were getting rain on yourself, you had no umbrella, but didn’t try to cover yourself. You were panting heavily like a dog when you came, and he just looked you up and down, as you almost literally collapsed. “Done?” He asked. He were kinda coughing now, and he lifted you up a bit. “Gosh, so dang clumsy and dumb…” You tried to speak, but your breath hitched and you coughed again.

He got some snacks for you and walked you home, but you refused to go under his umbrella. You were taken to his house. It’s actually not far from yours. Not the best, but actually surprisingly good. He took your bag, seeing you shiver as you ate and drank warm tea.

“Hey, you better not finish my tea, it’s my favourite, okay? Pabo…” Sighed