Professor Jeon &....

Who are you?

It was a quiet room with two chairs and a teachers table. He sat down and looked at me. I was still. I crept down as I was afraid he might shout again.

"Look at me." He said with calm voice.

I looked up. He was literally staring at me. "Aren't you going to sit?" I sat down. The chair was just in front of him. He pulled my chair closer to him. I felt his hot breath on my damn face. I couldn't bear this anymore he was too close to my face. His eyes were dark. I could see nothing beyond it's colour no emotions in them. It was like he felt nothing for me. Ah! Why do I even want him to feel anything for me!

"Why?" He said.

"I..."

"Why do you lie to me?" He said.

I wonder why he doesn't speak to me like that in front of everyone in the class.

"ANSWER ME" There he was with his real Professor phase.

"I really forgot it at home. You don't know how much time I had spent on it. If you want me to prove it, I can show you my net history that I made an effort. But you know what? You are not making an effort to trust your student who is trying to explain." I let it all out smoothly. F*ck! His expression changed.

He leaned back away from my face. "You got the confidence I guess. But let me tell you that I hate this irresponsible attitude of yours towards your work. Pay more attention to your work instead of proving yourself. Ok?"

This jerk. Ah! What's his problem? "hm.." I replied.

"Ok...you can go now. I'm done with you."

I shivered for no reason. He is so cold. His cold words make my body shiver and uncomfortable. Hell has sent him for me. No wonder who took him in this college. I got up and started to leave. He said "Wait..." I thought a lil' bit more disappointment he wanted to fill in my brain.

I turned around and he was standing close to me. Very close. "Take this" Handing me my book which I had left on his table. To be honest, well I am, He is polite with me I can't understand what he really is,..

In his dark brown eyes I still could see nothing special...he was empty. Empty as far as I could see. It felt like he is really scared from inside. Kind of broken. I feel like regretting what I just said to him but I think I like this jerk. No! Not this jerk. He is my teacher. My Professor my guru...no way I am going to think like that about him.

Still he was looking in my eyes. I wanted to ask him this one last question "Who are you?"

A/N- I won't thank you for reading this because I know that you should thank me for writing such an interesting fan fiction. Vote and read other Fan fictions I have written "THE KIDNAPPER" "CLASSMATE TO LOVER" "WHEN HE SLAPS YOU".