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The Language of Love

Alia was sitting in Professor Kim Minjun’s lecture, her mind barely focused on the sonnet he was explaining. It wasn’t because she wasn’t interested—she loved English, especially when it came to poetry. But lately, something about Minjun’s classes had been... distracting. Every time he spoke, his voice seemed to linger just a bit longer in her mind.

Minjun stood at the front of the classroom, his expression calm and collected as always. He was explaining Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18, but his eyes kept drifting toward Alia. And whenever they did, she felt like the only person in the room.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” Minjun recited, his deep voice filling the room. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

Alia found herself blushing, her heart skipping a beat as his eyes briefly locked with hers. Was he… was he looking at her while saying that?

“Alia,” Minjun’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “What do you think the poet is trying to convey here?”

She swallowed hard, her mind scrambling to come up with an answer. “Uh… that the speaker finds the subject… more beautiful than nature itself?”

Minjun smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Good. But it’s more than that. The speaker is comparing someone’s beauty to something eternal, something that transcends time.”

His gaze lingered on her a little too long, and Alia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling her cheeks heat up. Why did he always make her feel like this? And why did it feel like he was speaking directly to her?

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Later that day, after the class had emptied out, Alia found herself lingering by Minjun’s desk. She didn’t know why—she just couldn’t shake the strange feeling she’d had throughout the lecture.

Minjun glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Something on your mind, Alia?”

She hesitated. “Can we talk? I’ve been… feeling weird in your class lately. Like… I don’t know, like there’s something you’re not saying.”

Minjun’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but his expression remained calm. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. It’s like… sometimes, when you’re talking, it feels like you’re saying more than just the lesson.” Alia’s heart pounded in her chest. “Am I just imagining it?”

Minjun leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning her face for a moment before he sighed. “Alia, you’re not imagining anything.”

Her breath caught. “What?”

“I’ve been trying to hide it, but… I can’t anymore.” He stood up, moving closer to her, his voice softening. “You drive me crazy, Alia. Every time you speak, every time you walk into my classroom, I find myself drawn to you in ways I shouldn’t be.”

Alia’s mind was spinning. She had never imagined her calm, composed professor would feel this way about her. And yet, now that he had said it, everything made sense.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Minjun continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t pretend anymore.”

Alia swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. “Minjun…”

He took another step toward her, his hand reaching up to gently cup her face. “Tell me to stop if this isn’t what you want.”

But she didn’t want him to stop. Not at all. Without thinking, she leaned into him, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative. But then something shifted between them, and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate.

Minjun’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as their lips moved together in a heated dance. Alia’s fingers tangled in his hair, her mind spinning with the intensity of it all. She had never imagined this would happen—but now that it was, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place.

They pulled apart for a moment, both of them breathing hard, and Minjun rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Alia smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. “Me too.”

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Their relationship became a secret language of its own—stolen glances in the classroom, whispered words that held double meanings, and moments where their desire for each other nearly boiled over. The tension between them was palpable, but they both knew they had to be careful. After all, Minjun was still her professor.

But the passion between them was undeniable, and it only grew stronger with each passing day. They would meet in his office after hours, where they could finally be alone, their conversations quickly turning into something much more heated.

“Alia,” Minjun murmured one night, his lips grazing the skin of her neck as they stood pressed against his desk. “You drive me crazy.”

Alia laughed softly, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “You’re not so bad yourself, Professor.”

He smirked, his hands sliding down her waist. “I’ll have to teach you more about the art of seduction, then.”

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Their relationship was a mix of passion, humor, and playful teasing. Minjun would often slip literary references into their conversations, making Alia blush as he compared her to heroines from classic novels. And Alia, in turn, would challenge him, using her wit to keep him on his toes.

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