The open door welcome's you, you see your teacher
"May I come in?" You ask
He nods
Guess he left the door open on purpose
As you make your way to your teacher's dining room table, he is engrossed in marking the papers
"Sir," you show him the work sheets
He looks at the sheets, doesn't look at you.
"The 14nth on, try to do it again but this time apply cubic power on both sides" he instructs, pushing the rim of his glasses
As if your glasses start itching your nose, you mimic his actions as you take it from his hands.
You try doing what he says, it works.
You take a glance at him, he is too into the work to notice you staring. It isn't as awkward anymore now that you know he doesn't hate you. Maybe some more time and he'll eventually forgive you.
"The 14nth equation, I've solved it" I said and showed him, he nodded
"Go to page 374 and do the practice questions" he says
You flip through the pages and start doing the math until your eyes go back to him. He's wearing a hoodie, his perms peaking out of the hood give him a totally different vibe.
You swiftly look back on the notebook before he could notice and scold you for staring at him like the pervert you are
He looks good in anything but with the hoodie, he looks like highschooler. The way he was tending to those MarkSheets looked like he was a diligent topper studying. You are sure that's just how he was in his highschool days.
The smell of his colonge invades your nose when he leaves, it was that time of the month for you that you can smell his cologne from so far.
Now you're suddenly reminded of the walk back home from yesterday, how he was smiling so beautifully with his dimples showing. It'd be a miracle to see them again, you still remember how he was smiling. That smile will never fades from your head.
"Coffee?" He asks, you hike up your eyes to look at him,
You shake your head as a no. You kind of got yourself a coffee phobia after the accident in the coffee shop. Now your hand shakes even in the mention of coffee
"I'll take that as a no" he says before making himself
He comes back with a mug.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks you
"Nothing"you say shaking your head as a 'no'.
"I would have put my efforts into believing you it weren't for you writing 2 times atble for the last 2 hours." He says, sitting right front of you and setting his mug down as his whole attention transcends to you
You look at the notebook and your eyes widen, you certainly were writing the table of 2 for the last half and hour"I'm really sorry"you say
"It's not me that you wronged, but if something's on your mind, you can kind of share with me as long as you want to" he says, with his eyes on you
You stay silent for a moment to think about what to say. For a moment you're awestruck by his dragon eyes looking deep into yours. He's so effortlessly intimidating, he doesn't even have to try. You wet your lips with you tongue, unable to put up with the stare, you just drop your eyes
"Thank you, the other day I don't know what could have happened if you did decide to step in" you say
"Don't think about it too much" he says
"And sorry for forcing you to- uhm- teach me. And also sorry for writing ffs- fan fiction on you" I say
"It was definitely wrong for you to write fanfictions against my knowledge, so that's something you should be sorry about and blackmailing isn't acceptable too but given your circumstances, I'm sure you weren't very delighted to do that to me" he says
"Yes, sir, I wouldn't have blackmailed you if it wasn't for- uhm- my failing grades. I am really ashamed for it" you stammer
"If you realized that then shouldn't you do something for me?" He asks leaning dangerously close
He's the same boy, he looked so adorable! I wish I could kiss his cheeks !
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Mr. Kim's Secret ✔️
FanfictionThe seemingly perfect Mr. Kim happens to hide something. What happens when you find out? It's not quite decent but it sure is big what he's been hiding... "Bold of you to assume I'd want money" You know he could crush you right now, you knew you he...