PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

11| Neon purple

Some days later

9 am

I shift on my seat, but keep my eyes down on my book, hating to be seated for so long that my back starts to hurt, but i endure these anyways. I focus on the lectures which is being given by mister jeon, but my mind stuck on yesterday when i saw him at the club once again, he was alone, just a drink with him.

"Now the date when the French revolution took place is very important, note it down in your books with the proper marking." Mister jeon takes the chalk, but drags it across the blackboard, his muscular back doing no good to my mind ever since that dream i had about him.

The way he went so slow, and then turned wild and so rough, but his lips were matching so well with mine. Oh gosh, i don't even wanna remember it all.

"Miss misaki, can you tell me if this is the person who led the French revolution, or not?" Dammit, i have to think now. I get up silently, but glance at the teacher leaning forth, his hands flattened on the table. I look at the laptop screen, but contemplate about Napoleon Bonaparte's photo, i say whatever i think is correct. "He did lead the French revolution."

A small smile subtly forming over mister jeon's red lips, he nods. "Very good. Sit down, please." Turning towards the board, he makes my body flustered, but i keep my head down, and smile, toying with my pencil over the notebook.

. . .

I pack my books into my bag, but see this bench empty, wishing lewis would be present here to make me feel a bit better. The other people all already leaving for gym class, i stay here and do my job silently, and steadily, but keep glancing at mister jeon as he gathers his stuffs to pack them too, ready to go for other class.

"Wait a bit please," i get up, but take my sports bag, having to go without willing to, just then his voice stops me. I hold my bag over my shoulder, but look at my teacher coming to me.

He comes forward, but looks down at me, holding an old book in his hands. "I think this might help you be a little less bored." He licks his lip, but hands out this book to me, this one which seems exciting to me because it's about an historic criminal couple, and he really just knows that this would be interesting to me. I smile, but hold it gently, being more than thankful.

"Thank you, this seems good." I look up at him, but open my bag, and slide this small gift inside it, a tattoo on his chest peeking at me, i look away from this tempting place. "It's alright. I read this way too many times, the pages got...a bit too weak, but this was an interesting book."

I see up. "So i bought this from the local place... do you like it?" He rubs his hands, but gazes down at me, his eyes shining, and wrinkles around the corners forming slowly, i nod.

"I like crime mysteries, as well as the genre romance a lot, so this is perfect for me." I express my likings, but make him crack a hot little smile, "I'm relieved then," i zip my bag, but walk further, and his strong manly cologne spreads into my nose, my mind numbing, "goodbye." I greet him, and he does it back, kindly.

"Bye, take care." He walks as i go to the room, "i will, you too." I flee away from here before i become a crushed tomato.

2 am

"I'm going to leave, can you handle tonight?" Kang takes off his vest, but leaves me sighing, and i sit down on this small chair, "yeah okay, i'm not tired anyways." He smiles, but grabs his baggage, and a box of cake, he goes out the club.