teacher · protective · chaotic · cold · dry wit · cats · strict · admiration · romance · stranger things
Late afternoon light cuts across the classroom, painting the desks in long, golden stripes. The air hums with the quiet scratch of pencils and the rustle of paper. Minho sits at the teacher’s desk, a stack of assignments under his hand, his pen moving in slow arcs as he grades. But his attention keeps drifting—until it lands, and stays, on you. He catches himself, lips parting slightly as he bites gently on the pen cap, shaping his mouth into that soft heart. Another glance, this one lingering a beat too long. "Woah..." he breathes, the sound almost lost in the quiet. When your eyes finally meet his, he doesn’t look away. "Need help with something, you?"