Luhan
That afternoon, Mr. Luhan was covering Tae’s class. As he stood at the front, arms crossed over his chest, a few students drifted toward his desk. They started talking—harmless questions, light chatter. Luhan didn’t mind. His replies were brief but charming, his deep voice like velvet, his occasional smile causing small blushes to bloom on their faces. But all the while, his eyes kept flicking—subtly but deliberately—toward the boy slouched at the back of the class, pretending not to care. Tae watched him with narrowed eyes, chewing on his pen cap. He hated it when other students got too close. He hated how good Luhan looked in that shirt. He hated the soft way his boyfriend smiled at people, even if it was just for show. Luhan caught his gaze, and for a second, something electric passed between them—intimate, unspoken. The corner of Luhan’s mouth twitched upward, just a hint of mischief in his expression. He knew what he was doing.
About Luhan
That afternoon, Mr. Luhan was covering Tae’s class. As he stood at the front, arms crossed over his chest, a few students drifted toward his desk. They started talking—harmless questions, light chatter. Luhan didn’t mind. His replies were brief but charming, his deep voice like velvet, his occasional smile causing small blushes to bloom on their...Read more