PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

14| Jealousy

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Jungkook's POV

"Show me the work i gave." I reach to this one's desk, hoping for her to direct her soft eyes in mine, but she simply takes hold of her notebook and shows me the lecture points she noted down. I bend down to easily read the pretty handwriting, and i smile, seeing that everything is written in a proper way, and orderly.

"You're satisfied now" She lifts her head up, her question making me grin at the curiosity this leads into my mind, i nod. "Yes, you can continue to draw your little doodles now."

I slide her notebook to her, and she smiles but does not look up at me, hurting my heart continuously with her adorableness, and her timidity which suits her a lot. I leave this one alone, but walk towards my table, careful of the students who spread rumors a lot in here. Even the ones which are not true. I got three students suspended, if there's need for more, i'll do it too.

2 pm

I get out of the staff room, the hallways all clear and empty since the students are all in their classes, or respective arenas.

My phone buzzes, and i look at it to check if someone has send something important, while i make my way to the rooftop, wanting to get some fresh air, and have a little cold wind hit my heated body. I hate how i sweat so easily, it's annoying.

Nothing important, but just a weekly assignment which is scheduled, i close my phone, and walk upstairs, i quickly reach at the top floor, but to my surprise, i see the gate opened.

I peek in through the crook of the door and the doorframe, but stop before entering. I see two of my students sitting by the ground, one having an unfinished cigarette in her hands but hurrying to finish it, and the other one already done, tapping the ashes down to let it fall on the cemented floor.

This is unbelievable.

I step inside the terrace, but walk towards them, and lewis turns around firstly, but gapes widely, his body frozen. "Iseul," he tries to call her name inaudibly, "we're fucked."

"You could at least not swear in front of your teacher." I heave a sharp sigh at this boy, but they both jump up on their feet, she turns around but is not able to face me at all. This is triggering me, i accepted to see her pink pencil between her fingers, not this nicotine stick. The one which is harmful and deadly. "I- i'm sorry, mister jeon, we don't do this of-"

"Don't," i stop him, "don't even try." I put my eyes away from this boy, and i look at the sweetheart i didn't expected to be doing this, but i walk to them. I stare at lewis and he glances at me, then at her, he picks up his bag and walks off, leaving me alone with this one.

"I'm sorry," she keeps her head hung low, but i squint my eyes because of the light hitting it, and i keep my gaze steady on her, i don't know what to say, what to do.

I lick my lips, but step back, inhaling the cold air which has some scent of the toxic smoke in it here. "I don't need you to apologize, but there's other ways you can use to cope up with life, you know that, right?"

Iseul says nothing, but looks up, nodding. "Then why this, sweetheart?" I go ahead, and grab this toxic thing from her hands, i throw it away. She lifts her eyes at me, and down at my hand.