pied piper

51 | Where's Seulgi?

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The loud ringing of the bell apprised the end of the lesson, squeals of excitement leaving many throats as it was the last period of the day.

Math period.

A chill of excitement shimmied down my spine, making me correct my posture but sit up straighter, warmness already climbing my cheeks, burning with energy. It had been like that since that night, the night I had given a part of myself to him with no questions, the night I exhibited my love to him entirely in its rawest form. The same night I hoped he would do the same.

I couldn't help the shy smile slowly ascend my face, spreading ear to ear with a heaving chest. That incredibly steamy night, all the hushed whispers, messy kisses, filthy words, heavy breathing — he was here!

My eyes closely studied his features top to bottom, breath hitching yet again as the teasing outfit began to sink in better. He was drop-dead gorgeous but the hottest part? He knew it.

Despite wearing darker shades of clothes, he never missed a chance to be the hottest dresser, adding the heavy charm of accessories with his hot silver rings and earrings. Even after so many months passed, his lip ring, although temporary, never failed to haunt my dreams.

Taking confident long strides with his black jeans hugging the thick sturdy muscles of his thighs, he entered the classroom, bringing no books along this time but stopping in front of the wooden table, sharp captivating eyes darting forward before placing both his hands behind, on the table surface, automatically putting pressure on his poor shirt buttons to fight for their lives.

Not this form of torture again...

"Good afternoon," his dulcet voice echoed through the walls, glossy red lips forming a soft smile, my eyes popping open seeing the awe-striking contrast between his cute adorable face to his tattooed arm to his toned robust body. 

After that night — it would be a lie to say we never had such dangerous but pleasurable endeavours again. Each one holding a risk of its own — pain of its own, pleasure of its own. During the past few months, everything felt like an aureate curtain of delicate dreams, from seeing the rough almost feral side of Mr. Jeon to the misty, gentlest side, made from the finest fabric of silk and love.

As I waited for him to part his lips and utter a word, he briefly shot me a glance, the curves rising just a little higher, so subtle, but oh my god, they spoke volumes.

"Before we begin today, I suggest you all pack your bags."

I blinked, taken aback slightly. There wasn't a doubt that he was in a terribly good mood today, his right foot continuously tapping against the floor tiles, a habit I noticed he did only when he was really ecstatic.

I mean who wouldn't after getting a blowjob first thing in the morning.

I pressed my thighs together before a cyclone could take place in my lower region, again, blinking multiple times to subside the horniness that seemed to follow every time Mr. Jeon was on the radar.

"Although your finals are close, I trust you all enough to skip a class," he smiled, voice as endearing as ever. "So let's talk about the next best event… your prom night."

Oh.

He leaned his body more, sharp eyes curving like a feline. "So… who's going to be your prom date? Let's start one by one, shall we?"

May was the first to stand up, her desperate-almost-petty character remaining persistent ever since the first day Mr. Jeon had stepped foot into the classroom, although her bravado seemed to falter after the departure of Seulgi. "Well, I am still taking applications but Mr. Jeon, you don't have to do anything. Just say yes and you're my date."