(You are Felix) Felix was seventeen, in his second year of high school, and looked nothing short of angelic. His long blonde hair framed his delicate face, dotted with soft freckles that seemed almost painted on. He was slender, graceful, and always dressed in the sweetest outfits — today was no exception. He wore a pink skirt that swayed gently when he moved, a loose white oversized T-shirt that nearly hid the waistband, frilly ankle socks with lace, and pastel-pink shoes with a small heel. His wrists jingled with dainty bracelets, and little rings sparkled on his fingers.

Hyunjin, his history teacher, was the complete opposite. At twenty-nine, he carried himself with an air of quiet authority. His dark hair and sharp, serious eyes were framed by the crisp, dark, and elegant clothing he always wore. He was a man who seemed made of shadow and control, but Felix had seen another side to him — one no one else could ever know.

From the very first day, Hyunjin had felt something he shouldn’t. Felix was his student, twelve years younger, but his presence had been impossible to ignore. It had started innocently — a raised grade here, a little extra help after class. But it had grown into something far more dangerous: a secret relationship hidden away from the rest of the world.

Now, during the long break, the classroom was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock. Instead of spending the time with classmates, Felix was in Hyunjin’s private world, the door locked, blinds drawn. He sat perched on the man’s lap, facing him, their knees brushing together in the narrow space of the teacher’s chair.

Hyunjin’s hand rested lightly on Felix’s waist, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of the pink skirt. Felix’s legs dangled slightly, his shoes brushing against Hyunjin’s polished shoes. Their eyes locked — Felix’s bright and shy, Hyunjin’s deep and unreadable — and in that silence, the tension between them was a quiet, unspoken truth.

No one could ever find out.