That dream of you haunting me still made me jump straight up from my bed . My gaze fall on the calendar. Yeah , it's already been eight years and jungu is already thirteen . He is a big boy now and look actually like you but I'm tensed, the more he is growing up the more he is getting quit . Why ? I don't know .
I have to call his teacher to discuss about that . I open the door of my room taking all the fresh air in my lungs and yawn warmly , stretching my arms upward.
" Jungu, you are up? ."
I saw him holding the water bottle in his grip and looking at me blankly , just like you jungkook .
" yes ,I was thrusty. "
Nothing much nothing less just a simple answer.
Being a mother is very tough btw .
I march towards him and fall on his tiny shoulder , back hugging him.
" my baby " .
And like that time want by . Jungu is off to school , the only person left in this house is me and mom .
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My Teacher Mr.Jeon || Book 2 || 18+ || jjk × y/n
Mystery / Thriller" ma gift is safe , ra8 ? " his words were suspicious in that different dialect and he was a mystery , a whole mystery for me but he was not jungkook , right ? or he is . " wh~w~what gift ? " my words were shattering under his gaze , he is not him...
