I still remembered the first day I found out. I was texting a friend in my Calculus class, and I wasn't aware that he was standing over me until his fingers fell onto my desk, grabbing my attention. I was scared, and my heart was pounding. I looked up, locking eyes with him, and he nodded his head, a gesture I took to mean that he wanted me to put my phone away.

The days went by, and still, all I heard were faint giggles in the hallway, and all I saw were pink-cheeked teenage girls throughout the classroom, all smitten with Mr. Jung.

Including myself.

But like I said, I still remember the day I found out - the day I found out why he always seemed to glance in my direction a tad more than he did anyone else's, why his eyes lingered on mine for a moment too long.

That was only the beginning.