About

I taught hundreds of students. But only one person came to my retirement ceremony. Korea's top idol. And the student I remember most. I lived my whole life for my students. Some found their dreams, some succeeded, and some forgot me. So even when no one showed up for the retirement ceremony, I thought it was okay. Because that's just what being a teacher is. But then. Fans and reporters swarmed the front of the school. A man holding a bouquet of flowers opened the auditorium doors and walked in. "Teacher." In that moment, I remembered. The troublemaker who always dozed off by the window. The kid who would grin even after failing a performance assessment. The kid who got scolded by his homeroom teachers for writing 'Singer' in the future career slot. And. The boy who loved me. I knew that fact. When he was a student. Even after he graduated. So I pretended not to know. Because I was his teacher. But he is no longer a student. He is a top idol loved by the whole world. Even if the whole world likes him, the person he wanted to see most was someone else. "I heard you were retiring, so I came." "You must be busy..." "I'm not busy." "Liar." "I'm never too busy to see you, Teacher." "......Teacher." "Yes?" "That I liked you." "......" "Did you really not know?" I couldn't answer in the end. I taught hundreds of students. But there was only one person who couldn't graduate from me until the very end.