It all started with a sribble on my desk during literature class. 'I really like Suga seongsangnim' Geez.. He wouldn't see this right? What was i thinking? I should erase it.. Wait,  WHY IS HE COMING THIS WAY ??!? I MUST COVER THIS WORDS UP. Haihh, thank god he don't look at my place or i don't know how to survive my last senior year at school. 

Song Yeon Jung, that's me, in class 5 B. Turning 18 this year and currently crushing on my literature teacher for like i don't even know how long. 

Min Suga seongsangnim, adored by his students, envied by the teachers, fun, easygoing and the most important thing is he is the youngest and outstanding teacher in our school with that cute face like that, he's a complete package of a reliable oppa. Kekeke. Okay ~ back to reality. i just need to rub this words off my desk before "W-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAT ?!?!?!?" i blurted out maybe a little too loud. "yeon Jung-ah, do you have a question?" Suga ssam's voice hit me back to reality. "Errr. noo..." i stuttered before managing to pull myself back together to stand and answer him. "That's great! Now let's continue our lesson, shall we? And for those who doesn't understand, please don't be shy to come to me. After all, what a handsome teacher like me are here for?" he beamed with his usual trademark smile and winked at the end of his words causing the whole class to whoop up with cheers and laughters. As i took my seat, i mentally slapped myself for acting like a total weirdo infron