My Beloved Teacher ⭐

9 : 🌛

It was warm in Professor Kim's car. There was a pleasant smell and even the music was soothing.
Porchay was rubbing his knee, pursing his lips.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you pretty much live alone...?"

''W-what...? No, I told you that Mrs. Daisy take care of me...sometimes.''

Kimhan gave him a puzzled look, before sighing:

''I feel sorry to ask but...How old is she ?''

''A hundred years in a month...''

"Porchay!"

This time his teacher seemed completely outraged by this news.
He almost crashed his car into another one.
Kimhan parked in front of Porchay's house before crossing his arms:

"Nong Porchay...Really... Who's taking care of you at home?"

''My brother is doing his best!'' growled Chay sulking. ''Moreover, I'm no longer a child, I'm twenty years old...''

''In two months.'' corrected Kim sternly.

Porchay instantly arched a curious eyebrow.
He leaned towards his teacher with a sly little smile:

''What about you, sir ? You look very young for a teacher... Though you dress like a grandfather...''

''Eh.'' growled Kim immediately.

Porchay laughed, apologizing politely but his curious gaze never left his professor with such a perfect face.
Kimhan Theerapanyakul was twenty five years old, he was still young and fresh !

''I refuse to leave you alone when you're hurt...''

''...But I'm fine I assure you...''

''No.''

Kimhan fastened Porchay's belt with a pensive expression.
Then he started the engine again and headed for his own family's apartment.

''Mister Kim...?'' asked the young boy.

Porchay was confused, he really loved his teacher's worried expression right now but his heart was racing...He was afraid of ending up heartbroken.
Seriously, which teacher would take such good care of a simple student?

"It's closer to the university..." Kim said simply, coughing.

''I see...''

Porchay blushed, looking down.
He began to play nervously with his hands.
Once there, Kimhan helped Porchay out of the car and he even slid his arm around the young man's waist.

"Ahem...this is Anon. An employee of my family.''

Porchay met the gaze of a not very tall man but with muscular shoulders, he had black hair and green eyes...
He greeted him by positioning his hands correctly in front of his chin and his teacher looked at him proudly.

''What a charming boy... How well-mannered he is!'' whispered Anon in a surprised voice.

Porchay smiled shyly, Kim arched an eyebrow but Anon said nothing more.
He guided the young boy up a floor.
Porchay frowned, this place was so luxurious..big...Even the toilet was three times bigger than his own room!
What the fuck man, there was gold on the floor...Like real gold. Wow.

''It's very beautiful, Professor Kim...''

"P'Kim...is enough, when we're only between us." Kimhan said clearing his throat.

He looked embarrassed...Porchay's heart melted.
Adorable...Sexy...Smart...This man was really perfect.

''Oiiii...You're done staring at eachother like this ?! Could you respect us a little ?''