PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

23| Vanilla

My whole body stiffens, my brain shuts down and goes off away, far away from my head. This feeling which beholds my heart enhanced.

We both don't move for some strong long seconds in which i could describe the hard beating of his heart against me, mister jeon steps closer, i hold my head up higher against my rule, and i don't let our lips separate for any useless thoughts. In a second, his manly hands reach up at my sides, and he tugs on my waist softly to breathe out his hot air on my blistering face.

I react with acceptance to this, i put my hands up on his broad muscular chest, these areas i've always dreamt to touch or stroke, it's all feeling like a dream.

My lips part, and he does not wait before tilting his head to the left, and pushing his tongue out on my skin to lick it with a fervent trace of wetness, shivers slide down my spine as he strokes my waist to cup it, and he places me up on this table behind me as the book slides down my arms, ending on the wooden floor. We both part our lips, and grab each other's tenderly.

As his hand slides up on my cheek, he holds the corner of my face with gentle touches, and he brushes his thumb softly over my wound, this pain seeming to have never existed.

No matter how much i try, my eyes remain shut. I extend my arm up to flatten it on his chest, i stop and try my best to convince myself in not getting too deep, he pulls away suddenly with a sharp exhale which fans my hot wet lips.

I shoot my eyes open, both of us panting breathlessly, he licks his lips and gazes up in my eyes with his dark gleaming ones. "I- i apologize, this wasn't intended."

Mister jeon takes his hand off my hips, and moves away to not stay between my thighs anymore. I gulp down my throat, his vanilla and sweet taste still moving in my mouth. "It's....alright, umm...don't worry. But...." He shifts his eyes up in mine, and inches closer to furrow his brows in questioning features while i struggle to speak as if i forgot what speaking is. "Please tell me you didn't do this just because...because of the situation, or-"

"I like you, iseul." He takes one step close to me, but whispers while looking right into my soul with his eyes. "I swear i haven't done this because of any sort of infatuation or like attraction which gets over a with a week."

He licks his lip, the echo of his words ringing crazily into my ears. "I've been dying to let this out my chest, i just couldn't. It's...i don't feel in control of it."

"I like you too." I confess. There's no point in keeping this to myself now after we kissed, after i got to know the feelings from his point of view. A happy shine shimmers in his dark orbs, and his lips form a crescent slowly. "I was scared to tell." I whisper, scratching my cheek to not let him notice how mad i'm blushing. "This pleases me to hear you say this, finally. I've been waiting long."

He chuckles softly, but makes me smile, "Why were you scared though, sweetheart?" Mister jeon asks, not aware of my weird thoughts which is better if i don't expose it to anyone.

"I don't know," i nudge this topic off, shrugging, "i thought you already might be in a relationship, or something like that." I glance at him, nibbling on my lips he like sucked pretty bad some seconds ago. "Relationship?" He scoffs gently to not sound rude, "do i look that old?" He crosses his arms, but i part my lips, "no. I didn't mean to say that. I absolutely didn't....i j- you look mature, and umm....kind of like more experienced, so....that's what i m-"

He comes forth to peck my cheek, "i appreciate your sweet words." He glances down at my lips, backing off to exhale. I stand down, but fix my loose denim jeans. "This won't cause any problem, right?"

I fiddle with my crop top sweater, looking up with a fearing nerve. This isn't right, and he knows that too.

Teachers and students are supposed to be allowed only in a strict business relationship. We're far away from that. Mister jeon comes close to me, "this isn't something i am allowed to do, nor are you." He breaks my heart for some heavy seconds, "but feelings are inevitable, they cannot be controlled. I don't wanna cause problems to you, iseul, i fear that somebody might find out about this, and trouble you for that." His features sharpen, and his jaw clenches a little. "We can hide it."

I gaze into his eyes, trying to discern his soul through that. Mister jeon brings his hand up and touches his forehead, "you really want to do this? I want you to be sure, sweetheart." He rubs his finger on my cheek, "if you want, take your time. Be sure." I step up to him, "I'm sure about this."

A soft smile lights up his lips but he brushes it off to lick his lower lip while staring down at me. "Really?" I nod, "yes, mister jeon."

His smiles grows, and he steps nearer. I cannot yet believe this all. I hope it's not a dream.

Next day

8 am

"Holy....." he gapes, "for real?" I nod, but tell him in a small whisper. "Don't scream now." He shrieks, but makes a happy noise, and hugs me to squeeze my body between his tough skinny one, "oh my god, my baby girl is finally grown up."

He plants a kiss on my head, and leaves me, making my face heat up. "What happened after mister Jay kissed you?" He uses the nickname for mister jeon for while we're talking in school about him and i. "Nothing much, we are going to keep it hidden and be discreet for now, probably until i pass school, if it goes well and he's good." I lower my head, but fix my black thigh highs. "Hmm," lewis hums.

"This is better for you both. You can trust me. I may be a junkie, but i don't mess around with something important." He plays with my pencil cutely, drawing some silly shapes on the wooden table, so i smile, but stare at this one.

"I know." I poke his cheek, and he turns his blue eyes at me. He smiles widely, "you're gonna turn into a ripe tomato now, stop." He reminds me of the fact i blush easily.

I pull off this giggly face, and get ready for the first class with mister jeon which makes my heart beat faster and quite more louder. I await patiently for the only one i wish to see, and as i expected, the door opens of this class getting every student to stop their chatter and focus on the teacher. "Good morning class, have your seats."

I stand up in order to greet our professor, and with a single glance thrown at me, i smile at him furtively. He licks his lips but grabs his glasses box with his veiny hand, and smiles at me too.

"Miss misaki, come here and help me distribute these answer papers please?" He rubs his palms, and steps behind the table to take the file and take out bundles of paper to place them on the wooden table. I stand up after lewis pokes my arm with his arm, i walk to my teacher.

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