pied piper

35 | Clinquant

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Mr. Jeon exited the car but entered the raining atmosphere, opening the car door long enough for the earthy humid air to sneak in but invade into my nostrils, giving me an odd sort of peace as my eyes remained on Mr. Jeon's walking figure.

He quickly came to my side, the rain still prevalent as ever and he was half drenched already, taking the grocery bags in his one hand and opening the door to my side with his other hand. My eyes softened subconsciously, falling on the beauty that was Mr. Jeon. His hair could almost be placed in a nice, handsome mullet, the side strands tucked behind his ears and rendering a delicate stroke to his intimidating, immaculate manliness.

His lips were tinted a natural shade of crimson, eyes gleaming like they were home to a million, neverending stars. "Baby, I'm not sure how long it will continue to rain, so I'll carry you inside. Is it okay?" the sweet melody underneath his dulcet voice, merged with the gentle drops of rain formed the perfect music composition to my ears.

My heart was still racing with about a million thoughts but it all stilled when he came closer but attached his cold fingertips against my much warmer body, an immediate shudder of chills going down my spine as my mouth fell open.

Mr. Jeon chuckled at my reaction, his other hand holding the polybag above me immediately, shielding me from the menacing, incessant raindrops. My hands found peace holding him tightly and Mr. Jeon closed the car door behind, looking down at me with his soft, half-lidded eyes but making my poor heart feel a thousand things all at once, giddiness sprawling everywhere to me and entering my blood stream, spreading at every crack and crevice of my body.

"You know what you are doing right?" I swallowed my racing heartbeat in an attempt to taunt him and yet to render him sheepish.

Going to a furnished home for the first time in a bridal way was surely the key.

Mr. Jeon's eyes didn't avert even for a single juncture, his fingers tightening just a bit around my flesh, a challenging tilt of his face and a heart wrenching smirk placing on his tempting lips. "I think I do, missus." he teased me again, with that teasing tone and playful grin.

The deep dulcet voice abruptly put me into a trance, the warmth of my cheeks getting hotter and hotter with each passing second and I hid my embarrassed face in his robust chest, subconsciously impressed by the size of his built chest. Damn, he prolly got bigger boobs than me.

"I just said it once..." I muttered, still shy as ever as my heart continued to race savagely everytime in his presence, lately getting more comfortable in his warm and delightful embrace. Mr. Jeon chuckled yet again, his voice simply transmitting me into a euphoric state as he moved to unlock the door, opening it but closing it behind me.

My hands were still securely wrapped around his thick neck, my eyes downcasting but finding two pairs of slippers at the entrance instead of one.

My mind rushed to come to a conclusion, having a sensation of whirling with so much love and adoration I possessed for the man that was my teacher.

"WOAH JAYKAYYY!"

My relaxed and placid eyes were quick to expand in utter fright, my head whipping back to the source of the voice and not finding a single but many others.

Mr. Jeon seemed to be just as shocked as me and he quickly but carefully put me down, my fingers rushing to adjust the edges of my dress, eyes discreetly lifting at the strangers before us. Now that I scanned, there were 4 of them. Two sitting on the sofa with the other two standing.

"Now we know why there were two pairs of slippers." some hotness traveled to my already blazing cheeks, nervousness reaching into the pit of my stomach as the man instantly approached Mr. Jeon's drenched figure, seemingly filled with energy and enthusiasm.