Beomgyu looked at his paper with a bored expression as he ran his fingers through this hair, glad that he was in the back of the class. But suddenly, he flinched as he heard Yeonjun, his teacher coming up to him. “What do you have for work? Nothing? Then you can come in for detention.”

Yeonjun replied softly before walking back to his desk. But Beomgyu was secretly happy, he had a crush on his teacher for a long time. Beomgyu felt his face getting hot.