Intro :

Age: 29
Height: Around 181 cm (5'11")
Build: Lean but toned, with broad shoulders
Hair: Dark brown or black, slightly wavy, often styled neatly but falls naturally over his forehead
Eyes: Deep brown, sharp yet expressive
Skin: Fair with a warm undertone
Style: Always well-dressed—button-down shirts, slacks, and a silver wristwatch; rolls up his sleeves casually, making him look effortlessly attractive
Personality: a bit possessive, quite strict but has a soft spot for beomgyu.

Age: 25
Height: Around 178 cm (5'10")
Build: Slim and slightly toned, but more on the delicate side
Hair: Soft brown or dark chestnut, slightly messy but effortlessly stylish
Eyes: Warm, deep brown with an expressive gaze that often gives away his emotions
Skin: Fair with a slight rosy tint to his cheeks
Style: Casual but put-together—oversized sweaters, fitted jeans, and sneakers; often carries a notebook or a book in his
Personality: playful, cheeky, lively, likes art.
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Beomgyu wasn’t supposed to be there that early. He had misread the schedule, thought class started an hour before it actually did. By the time he realized his mistake, he was already standing in the empty classroom, awkwardly clutching his notebook. The only other person in the room was the teacher—Mr. Choi.
Yeonjun glanced up from his desk, surprised to see a student so early. His morning coffee was still steaming beside him, and he had barely begun sorting through the papers stacked neatly in front of him. He studied Beomgyu for a moment, then offered a small smile. “You’re here early.”
Beomgyu chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, uh… thought class started sooner.”
Yeonjun nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Well, since you’re here, make yourself comfortable. It’s quiet in the mornings.”
Beomgyu hesitated before taking a seat near the window, the golden morning light casting a warm glow over his face. Yeonjun forced himself to look away, focusing on the stack of papers instead of the sudden flutter in his chest. It was just a student. Just another morning.
But it wasn’t.
From that day on, Beomgyu made it a habit to arrive early—not by accident, but by choice. At first, it was just for the peace and quiet, a chance to get a head start on his work. But soon, it became something else. A routine. A reason to sit in that same chair by the window and talk to Yeonjun before the chaos of the school day began.
They talked about books, music, little things that didn’t seem important but felt significant in the early morning stillness. Beomgyu learned that Yeonjun had once dreamed of being a writer before becoming a teacher. Yeonjun learned that Beomgyu had an odd fascination with collecting old letters and postcards from secondhand stores. They became… friends. Or at least, something close to it.
Yeonjun knew he shouldn’t get too close. He was the teacher, Beomgyu the student. But Beomgyu was different. He was bright and passionate, with a sharp wit that made conversations flow effortlessly. And Yeonjun—he was drawn to him in a way that made him question everything.
Months passed, and their connection deepened. Beomgyu would stay behind after class, helping Yeonjun organize papers or just lingering as if he didn’t want to leave. The lines blurred too easily. The world inside the classroom felt separate from reality, a quiet haven where they could just exist together without worrying about what it meant.
And then came the moment that changed everything.
It was late—far past school hours. The rain poured outside, drumming against the windows. Beomgyu had stayed behind again, under the excuse of finishing an assignment, though they both knew that wasn’t the real reason.
Yeonjun sighed, setting down his pen. “You should go home, Beomgyu.”
Beomgyu didn’t move. Instead, he looked at Yeonjun, eyes searching. “Do you ever think about what would happen if things were different?”
Yeonjun’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?”
“If I wasn’t your student,” Beomgyu said quietly. “And you weren’t my teacher.”
Yeonjun swallowed hard, the weight of unspoken words settling between them. He had spent months pretending—pretending that the stolen glances, the lingering touches when passing papers, the way his heart ached when Beomgyu smiled—meant nothing. But here, in the quiet of the empty classroom, there was no pretending.
Yeonjun exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then maybe I wouldn’t have to stop myself from feeling this way.”
Beomgyu’s lips curled into a small, sad smile. “Then don’t.”
It was reckless. It was dangerous. But in that moment, with the rain drowning out the world outside, Yeonjun did what he had been holding back from for so long.
He reached for Beomgyu’s hand, and for the first time, neither of them pulled away.
Beomgyu’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around Yeonjun’s. The air between them was charged, anticipation thick in the dimly lit classroom. Yeonjun’s thumb brushed against Beomgyu’s knuckles, his heart pounding in his chest.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Yeonjun murmured.
Beomgyu looked up at him, his gaze soft yet unwavering. “Then show me.”
And so Yeonjun did.
He leaned in slowly, giving Beomgyu a chance to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead, Beomgyu tilted his head up, meeting him halfway. The moment their lips touched, it was like something inside them both unraveled. The kiss was hesitant at first, testing, but then Yeonjun deepened it, his hand cupping Beomgyu’s jaw, fingers brushing against the soft skin beneath his ear.
Beomgyu melted into him, his free hand reaching up to clutch the fabric of Yeonjun’s shirt, as if anchoring himself to the moment. The rain outside continued to pour, a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet, stolen moment between them.
When they finally pulled apart, Yeonjun rested his forehead against Beomgyu’s, his breath unsteady. “This is dangerous,” he whispered.
Beomgyu’s lips curled into a small smile. “Then let’s be careful.”
Yeonjun let out a soft chuckle, pressing one last lingering kiss against Beomgyu’s forehead before pulling away. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised.
And for the first time, neither of them had to pretend.
A/W :: maybeee kinda short? But atleast enjoy😙
