Love Is Not Over || JEON JUNGKOOK ff

4: Violation

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It had been over a month since Mr. Kim Seokjin arrived as your new teacher. Pre-final exams were near and everyone seemed to be tense, engrossed in books. These exams were important, failing in them would mean repeating the entire grade, and no one wanted that.

One afternoon, after class, you were called to his office, for a private chat. His invitation seemed to be odd, however you managed to figure out that it might be due to your slipping grades in weekly tests.  As you knocked the door and stepped inside, he greeted you with a warm smile. His office carried a cold air. There were antique objects on the shelf like clocks, cups and obviously some books.

"Miss Y/N...", he started. "I won't take up too much of your time. The reason I called you here was to discuss about your performance"

He laid out a few papers of the recent tests filled with red marks on his desk neatly.

"You're not failing, but your performance is just average. To be honest, your grades are just above the passing score. You hardly manage to pass the threshold."

His face was serious, making you look down in embarrassment, fidgeting with your thumb.

"But then, there is another thing."

He pulls out a few papers from before 3 months. 98 percent, 95 percent, all the papers had digits above 90. "You did pretty well before I came as your professor, is that correct?"

Your face starts tensing up. A low but audible "I am sorry" escapes your mouth, almost like a whisper. Noticing your frustration, he sighs and gestures you to sit. "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I am your tutor, I gotta figure out why things are going wrong."

You look up to meet his gaze. Tracing the edge of your paper, he speaks, "I think...", his gaze turns at you, "You would really benefit from some private tutoring sessions with me. I can help you improve and make sure you don't fall behind."  He leans in, almost too casually.

You nodded gently while leaning away, hiding your discomfort. However, to your surprise, his hand lands right onto your lap. Giving it a gentle massage, he speaks, "I am sure I can help you ace this exam." A chill ran down your spine. His touch felt off. Shifting in your seat, trying to pull away, but his hand lingered. You couldn't focus on what he was saying now.  The uneasiness creating a knot in your stomach you couldn't ignore. His fingertips digging into your skin, his hand slowly adjusts to reach your inner thigh. His eyes were deeply staring into yours the entire time.

"M-Mr. Kim, thanks but I would be fine." Your leg moved subtly in an attempt to pull away from him. His hand stayed a little more before finally pulling away. For a moment, it felt like the walls had sealed around you two and there was no escape. He gives a warm smile, and continues. "I understand.  But I need you to consider again. I can help you in a lot of ways, if you know."

As soon as he pulled away, you jumped from your seat, "Thanks...but I should be going now." You said it quickly, and turned around, opening the door for yourself. Fixing up his cuffs, he watches you leave.

The hallway felt like a breath of fresh air. Walking with big steps, your heart still paced up. From a distance, you saw the door to the restroom. You storm inside, as if there were demons running after you. Resting your palms on the sink, you meet your eyes in the mirror. Memories flooding like water hitting a broken dam.

Your mind kept repeating the same voice, a memory,

???: Keep your fucking voice down...I don't want the neighbours to hear your noise.