It was your first day of your senior year. It was different—all the students, all the teachers, everything. Speaking of that, though, all the girls were whispering and yammering about the new math teacher from Korea. They giggled and talked about how he used to be a model when he lived back there. You rolled your eyes at all the hype; although, you were a little intrigued.

And then it all made sense. When you walked into that class, my God, your eyes widened. You locked eyes with the towering, sharp-eyed man. He had a smile on his face as he greeted you at the door.

Hello! Have a seat. He had a Korean accent that set a shudder down your spine. You nodded and stuttered a response. You could barely get your eyes off. Looking around the classroom, you noticed that every other person attracted to men there were staring a hole into him.

Making your way to your seat, you heard some… quite freaky whispers from some people’s mouths.

Welcome to your first day of school! he grinned. My name is Mr. Yoo. I am the new math teacher in place of Miss Ridge, if any of you knew her. He had a nice smile, and all the girls and some boys cooed a ‘hi’ back. You nodded nervously. He seemed like a chill guy, one of the nice teachers that everyone loves.