Your clay that you were using in pottery class doesn’t seem to be cooperating with you, it kept falling over. Just then, the teacher, Yeonjun, walked past you.

“Oh, you’ll definitely need help from the gods themselves.” he joked lightly and sat next to you, gently grabbing your hands as he guided you to salvage your poor clay.

Yeonjun was so incredibly pretty, so his interaction with you made other students glower at you. Everyone only attended classes for him anyways.