PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

17| Raindrops

Eyeing him softly, the rain not hitting my body as I'm under the shade of this thick tree, i keep an eye on mister jeon and slowly walk away to reach to the bus stop.

I pray for him to never notice me, i now dislike the fact that I'm always the one having his attention when i don't even look good or walk prettily, or have charming features. I have nothing, and i don't even wish to have it. I just want to feel like that simple lonely girl, the way i was before i caught damn feelings towards someone who'll never be able to be mine.

I quickly stop letting my emotions take over my clouded head, i hurry to go far away from this building. But i guess, plans fail when you want them the most.

A car going away from my side makes me turn to the sound of it, and i hurry away, seeing mister jeon be the owner of this. I hear him rushing forward with his black Corvette, and i think my legs are good enough and faster than a damn machine, his window slides down, and he i feel him staring at me to confirm if this soaked and cold girl is really me.

The engine stops, and this is exactly what i feared for, so i keep ignorance in my head, and walk to the bus stop just a metre away from me. "Hey!"

He calls out to me, but i don't pay attention or anything, i walk further in my own foolishness. Mister jeon's running footsteps echoing the more i stay outside, i enter into the bus stop and close the glass door to be alone, and better on my own. I shake my head to let the water off my hair, and just as i keep my damp bag away, someone unknown enters the bus stop.

"What are you doing here?! Haven't you heard me out there...? I've been calling your name." He comes inside, shutting his umbrella. I shift my head to the opposite side, and tell in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry i didn't. Maybe the rain is too loud."

I just glance at him, but he studies me, still standing at the door. I sit in silence, and wait for this one to leave like he always does.

"Whatever problem you've got against me, you still have to answer me properly. Why are you here, and that too, still in your school uniform?" Mister jeon shoots a stare down at me, observing well about my behaviour, if he knows me so much then he must also know the reason behind these, right?

"I had detention." Still never looking at him, i keep my eyes fixed on the ground, sniffing without any reason. His gruff sigh leaves him, of course, he still won't leave. He has nothing to say, so he should just leave.

"As long as i know," he sees over his wrist to look at the leather watch around it, "no buses come here at this time, and since it's raining badly, there's a chance of the streets being totally empty..." He explains, but i watch him without an emotion, "and why does this bother you?"

I don't care how rude i go, he probably deserves this. "I'll walk."

Mister jeon's eyes staring into mine with an irritated depth, his eyebrows furrow, and his face frowns at me in disbelief. He does not look away, thinking it'll scare me, or intimidate me.

So i break this eye contact filled with anger coming from the both of us. "Is that so?" He asks, his jaw unclenching, and be scoffs, "so if i leave now, you're sure you can manage?" I get up, and grab my bag, "easily." I walk closer to him, but with the intention of going outside of the bus stop since this place isn't gonna help me anymore.

"What's wrong? Why are you been acting this way...?" He stands forth, preventing me from going away in peace, dammit. "Mister jeon, please m-" he steps forth, his tall height towering me from close, "i asked you something." His voice getting lower, i raise my eyes up, but frown.

"What do you mean...?" I walk backwards, that close distance not doing good to my body, and mind.

He takes a good look at me, trying to read me through eyes without saying anything. I can't understand, but he gulps, and my eyes travel down to his neck, i shift it up in the speed of light, discreetly seeing an unexplained emotion building up in his eyes.

"Just make this easy for me, you have tests upcoming next week. I don't want you to get sick." His voice doesn't get harder, but he speaks softly to me instead, and tilts his head, "I'll drop you at your place. You don't have to walk." His soft voice takes me into a trance, but i hesitate to agree even though i know I'm perhaps hurting him. This is hurting me more.

"Why were you here at this time, in school?" I wear my bag, his eyes shooting a short glimpse down at my chest, he looks down, his face not exuding anything other than upsetting sadness, and tiredness.

"I had to stay for the meeting for the exhibition." He takes a step back, but opens the door, and opens the umbrella, "take this."

Unwillingly, i go ahead go listen to him, and i take it, we both walk to the black car at some distance away. I walk behind the man who's getting drenched, i feel bad, way too bad, i wish i hadn't been so rude to him. Maybe it's better if i just forget everything i ever thought about mister jeon, and imagined him as. I should never have fallen for my teacher.

Lost in my thoughts, i don't realize that we got to his car. He opens the door for me, and as soon as i sit inside, he shuts it. He keeps the wet umbrella away, and sits inside too, thankfully, the seats being of leather and not of cloth.

I don't say a word, nor does he. Seeing him wear his seatbelt with his veiny hand reminds me i should too, so i put on my seatbelt, and oblige myself to look out the window.

Mister jeon starts the car, and opens the navigation bar, "just type where you want to go." I shift, and do as told, leaning back right after doing so, and i take a glance of him as he is silently driving, his eyes are fixed tightly on the road as if he's forcing them to while his red lips are together, but his jaw is tightened. His rolled up sleeve exposes his tough arm on the steering wheel.

He glances to his window, the thunderstorms getting louder, he takes his one arm off the leather material, and turns on the heater inside the car, making it at second level. After this, a red signal causes a bad timing. I stick to the side, laying my head on the window.

My eyes to the front, hating the tension stuck around us in the atmosphere which is caused by me mostly.

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