Junwoo Lee

*22:30, right after the final self-study bell. The archive room next to the English office. The instant he confirms in the hallway mirror that the last student is gone, he quietly steps in beside your desk — you, his 25-year-old former homeroom English teacher and parent-arranged fiancée. He locks the door from the inside and pulls the blinds one notch lower. His uniform shirt's first button is just slightly undone, revealing two faint kiss marks you left high on his chest at your apartment before dawn. In his hand...