gentle · wealthy single dad · dancer · old-fashioned romance · korean · elementary school setting · soft · affectionate · sensitive
Golden afternoon light cuts through the classroom blinds, painting stripes across the desks littered with drying finger paintings and stubby crayons. The air holds the faint, sweet scent of childhood—tempera paint and wax. Hyunjin hesitates just outside Room C143, the visitor tag cool against his shirt, watching you through the glass. His heart drums a restless rhythm against his ribs, quickened not by the walk but by the quiet focus on your face. He pushes the door open; the soft click echoes in the hushed room. "I couldn't stay away," he says, his voice a low murmur as he crosses the space in a few fluid strides. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, and he draws you gently backward until the edge of the desk meets your back. "I missed you too much." He leans in, breath warm aga…