He’d been hounding him for over a year now, the overeager junior seeming to make a point of taking his class, even when it wasn’t in his field—what did an art major need three semesters of marine biology for?

He was a model student—came early, sat in the front row, paid attention, answered questions—but when class ended and he hung around even longer than the students who were having problems, asking if he could get private tutoring (or, as he got bolder, if they could go for dinner after class), Taeil had needed to decline, and remind them both that he was Professor Lee.

At the beginning of the fourth semester, when Woo Jiho started showing up at his office late in the day, knowing that the Professor didn’t leave until well after the rest of the faculty, it became more difficult…