PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

12| Sugar daddy

"No," i don't look at him, and i get up, taking more tissues to wipe the mess i created. "You come with me." He unhears me, grabs my forearm, and i simply go, hating the fact that I'll have to explain now.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" He showers me with his questions, and looks me in the eyes, his own ones widen and big, and dark. "I'm working, isn't it quite obvious?" I throw back, not caring if I'm being rude or bad, but he sighs down at me, briefly licking his lips. "Well i see that, but why...how? You're not allowed in here, and you tell me that you work here....?" He takes off the mask covering my face, and i stare at him from the closest I've been to him, his long buff arm brushes past my chest. I sigh, "you don't need to kn-"

"I certainly do." He stops my words, inching his face closer to intimidate me. "You better speak up, iseul." I give up, "why do you need to know?" I gaze at him, but don't think he's going to insist me further, he lowers his head, feeling guilty because of me. "Because I'm your teacher?" He says.

"I rightfully need to know, this place isn't meant for any students, or young girls like you. You understand that?" He asserts on me, but i clench my jaw.

"Not everything is glitters and giggles," i move a bit away from him, "i don't like it here, but there's circumstances..." i look down, and play with my fingers, counting the time pass slowly, i don't want to stay here. "What are those circumstances, sweetheart?"

Mister jeon steps ahead, but calms my nerves down with his soft and low voice, asking me kindly. "My mother doesn't work," i lift my head but tell him what i think i should keep to myself, but now that he's seen a part of my life, it's better to tell. "My dad died when i was fourteen, and now my mom's wasting all the money he earned, which is in his account. I work so that i can pay my cheap school fees. Simple, isn't it?" After an hour of me explaining, i look up into his eyes.

"Oh god," he covers his face, but rubs his palm over his tired face, "this is terrible." He feels sorry like i had expected him to, and i stay quiet, not knowing what to do and say now, nibbling on my inner cheek. "Why haven't you said this earlier?"

Mister jeon comes closer, placing his warm hand on my side of the face, i raise my vision to stick it in his eyes. "I didn't want to, it's useless to go on telling people about this. Nothing is gonna change anyways." He hushes me, but pulls me towards him, and wraps his arms around me. I get taken aback, but however let my arms follow his movements, i hug him tight. This warmth, the feelings, everything making it difficult for me to let go of his comforting body. I know this isn't right, but it's not wrong either.

"You could've just told me..." he places a kiss on the back of my head, and i smile at the bubbles i feel inside of me, both of us not letting anymore time pass as we stay in each other's arms, we move away. "There was no real reason to, but you know now that I'm working here, so i told you." I glance at his lips, saying nothing but the sole truth.

Mister jeon smiles, but bends down to whisper, "but you won't do it anymore." I frown, and look up at him, locking a soft peaceful silence into the air with our eyes. "Why?" I ask. "First you have to give me your word that you'll be fine with it." I shake my head, my mind heading to where his has already reached, i know what he's going to say, or plan to do.

This is incorrect that way.

"Look, this isn't a deal." He tries to help himself, but i walk back, "no, please, mister jeon." I put my hands up to reject his offer which he'll be holding up at me, "i don't want your money." I fear if he's going to listen to my words or not, and he exhales, but pushes his hands inside his pockets, coming forth to me. "I am not going to give it to you." "I'll just transfer some amount to the fee count-"

"And you think that isn't included in the word 'sharing'?" I fold my arms, he looks at me in a soft convincing way, he licks his lips. "I don't care, i just want you to stop working at this age, for god sake." He gazes deeply, his dark pupils covered in soft sparkles of comfort.

I cannot decide anything, this is going to make me take a lot of time, i absolutely hate the idea of someone pitying over me, and paying for me.

"I don't know, I don't think I'll agree..." i put my words, but see mister jeon smile in relief, "you don't have to think much, I'm doing this as a person, i care for you, I'm your teacher, and seriously if any of your teachers were here instead of me, I'll guarantee you that they'd do the same, iseul. This is my responsibility for making sure you're having no troubles in your way to education, so please, think in a positive way, not in any hurry, or under any pressure of your emotions.

I nod, but his words filled with care for me don't surprise me; and even if i feel like crying because he is helping me just like a teacher would, i still feel a little better because I've talked to this with him, and that his way of comforting me has worked.

"I will, thank you for this." I bow to him, and he nods, blinking smoothly to accept my well wishes. "You don't have to, just focus well on your studies, uh."

He makes me smile, and i look away, taking my designer face mask which he gives in my hands.

Next day

8 am

"Alright, so you're telling me that he's gonna become your sugar daddy?"

"Shut up, this is wrong to say this." I whack this idiot's arm, and push it away from my table. His ugly chuckle sounding bitter to my ears, i sigh. "He's just trying to help me, but in the way i dislike the idea of the whole thing." I try to simplify my sentences, but cannot handle it easily since I'm in a deep phase of confusion.

"No, but then, this is the damn logic,. You dummy. If he becomes the one who pays for you, he's your literal sugar d-"

"Do you need some help, mister?" At the sound of mister jeon asking this guy, i turn my head up and see him grinning from the corner of his eyes. "Uh, no." Lewis gets off the ground of his silly logic, and i look away to grin at these two. "Then complete your work quietly." Mister jeon shuts him, i glance up at this tall and huge man, but he smiles at me. I do it back, my heart clenching inside my ribs, and beating loudly.

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Jungkook's POV

"Wait," i leave my laptop unattended with all the files still on and working, i go firstly to this one who thinks she's slick enough to escape without letting me know. "Dammit..." a soft sigh leaves her, and she turns to me, gently raising her innocent eyes up to face me, her shyness coming off again now that I'm alone with her, and with no one to be any sort of distraction.

I check if all the students have gone, and then i go closer to her, but close the door of this classroom to not let her privacy being interrupted by anyone. "What have you thought about the talk we had?"

Not beating around the bush, i be straightforward with her in a nice manner. "I...." she thinks of speaking now after a very brief movement of her enticing glossy lips which capture my attention more often these days. "I think I'm not...umm....okay," she gives up, but peeks up at me softly, and shrugs, "you can do as you like."

Her warming response making my heart rush, i couldn't help but smile at the way she said this, i feel glad. "Good. So you are not working in the club anymore, right?" She nods, settling down my tension, and i breathe deeply in some relaxation.

"Now you can go," i smile down at iseul, watching her stepping back, i fold my arms and go back to my chair, much relieved after having her to stop going in that club anymore. This could be really harmful for her, and i know she couldn't have uttered a work if someone over there harassed her, or made her feel bad. She smiles sweetly at me, but i regain my emotional senses, and not long after, she leaves the room.

I'm thankful for getting to know what was going on before everything could get worse, and that she could've faced any big problems.

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