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19| Pretty lies

I shoot up from my chair, my eyes drifting away from my teacher's black and deep ones which show a sense of joy and surprise after seeing me. "Hello, mister jeon." Lewis greets mister jeon, but i just take my book and move to the next table, i sit down beside an old lady who seems kind and nice.

"Why'd you not talk to him?" He comes right at me after all i wanted to do was to sit and read in peace. "Can you just stop talking for a minute, please?" I plead him to not speak anymore, my head hurts and with the thought of mister jeon, i feel bad and terrible.

I lift my head, but get the courage to see the man i want to avoid, he gazes down at me but his face still not showing any expression, he sits down and puts up his book to read it silently.

"Hey, is there something wrong between mister jeon a-" I get up, but go to the bookshelf, tired and frustrated because of damn everything. I just want to forget i ever had this teacher who i had a crush on, it's all stupid.

I stop my unwanted ugly tears to roll down my eyes, and i rush to the washroom. I go right inside one cubicle and lock it, breaking down even more into pieces.

Feeling weak, i sit down, and just suppress my sobs, trying hard to not make any noise.

. . .

After i've had enough, i go outside, and straightaway go to keep this book back where i took it from. I ignore lewis who's rushing to me, and i step back, but my back collides with an unknown tough figure, and i gasp, feeling a hand grip on my wrist to pull me along with itself.

This man who's no one else than the person on my mind all the time, i get dragged gently to the silent corridor which leads to the basement of this place. "Why are you doing t-"

"Why the heck are you doing this?" His voice being louder than i've ever heard, he questions me with his frowning questionable sight fixed in mine, leaving my hand. I look up at him in disbelief, my eyes unaccepting this whole behaviour. "Doing what?" I ask.

His jaw unclenching, he takes a step back, but swallows tightly, "what is going on? Have i done something bad, something wrong which might've hurt you? I'm sorry, i'm not aware, please tell me." Mister jeon's soft voice cracks at the end of his speech, the soft glint present in his eyes and now he doesn't frighten me like he did some seconds back.

I don't speak anything, not knowing what i should, and what not. "Please," he loses composure, but takes one step closer at me to tower me with his tall and protective height, a masculine enticing scent entering my nose, "please tell me. I'm confused. Why are you avoiding me this way?"

"What type of student won't avoid their teachers in public?" I dare to look up in his intimidating big eyes, these which hurt me because of their depth and darkness, but i still look anyways.

My answer makes him scoff, "seriously?" He tongues his cheek for a second, "i wouldn't care as long as you did this in public, but in school too? Am i...am i really that kind of teacher which makes you wanna avoid himself?" I feel some disappointment in his soft low voice, he gazes down at me with tender eyes even when i hurt him, and disrespected him so much.

"Now don't you dare lie to me." Mister jeon comes forth, his head bending low, "don't say you've not been avoiding me this way since a lot of days. Because i know that's not true."

"What happened, sweetheart?" He asks me in the slow and softest voice, "i hate it when i know that my student is facing some trouble, and i am able to do nothing, absolutely nothing for them. It hurts me because i care." I raise my head, and glance at his sorrowful face. "What relationship do you have with miss lee?"

I don't give a shit now, i'll let him think whatever he wants to, it's enough i've had. I cannot keep my secret hidden for long, it'll only make it worse.

At the sound of my question, his face pauses tensing. Mister jeon shifts his eyes from mine to my lips, he glances all over my face trying to scrutinize on me, and what am i thinking of, he perhaps understands all of it.

"Whatever you're thinking, that's nothing even related to reality." His eyes express a sense of relieve, and soft happiness, "she's married to an old and school friend of mine, i speak to her as a kindhearted and respectful woman, and i'm pretty sure she does it too. What led you to think of this?"

Oh god no, i was so wrong. How could i be so much of a dumbass? This is certainly something i never expected to be the reality.

He steps back, pushing his hair back, and crossing his arms against his chest which must feel amazing against yours, and i nibble on my inner cheek, hating the line i've crossed out of a bad mind. "I was just curious," i don't tell him yet. I don't think this is the right time.

I stick to the wall, toying with the fabric of my knitted sweater, waiting for this one to just not push me further. "Hmm," mister jeon walks back, exhaling, "it's alright, just don't ever let any misunderstanding be the cause for your pain, okay?" He bends down, but skims his hot veiny hand alongside my scorching cheek, and heating it more. I nod.

"So you know that you've got a lot of work to do since you were not present, right?" He reminds me, so i land my sight up on him, "i know."

"I've kept some of my files, get them after class tomorrow, and make sure it's all done. You are fine with doing it in home, or shall i wait for you after classes?" This question tingles all over my body, sending signals into my brain that i'll get to spend time with him in some privacy, i don't know how to respond. "I- i don't know, o- i'm okay with after classes. Only...if you are."

Mister jeon's red lips curve up without much force, he licks the lower one softly, "Alright...." he puts his hands into his pockets, i see him in his comfy and informal clothes for the first time which makes my heart soft, but rushes it hard.

"I'll see you after class. Don't be rushed, or tense up. Rest well." He steps forth to fan his hot breath on my face, and warm me up, "i will. I'm sorry i was rude." Terribly feeling bad and guilty of whatever i did, i bow and apologize to him. He smiles, but leans down, "that's okay, i accept it, but i hope you can talk to me soon about anything worrying you, or messing with you. Is that good now?"

He blinks cutely to soothe my tensed state, and i feel a lot better now after hearing all the truth and the correct reality, "i will talk it out, mister jeon." I hold my hands in front of my thighs, looking up in his eyes.

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