The Intense Professor (obsession) Mr.Jeon

{Part 1}

Mr.Jeon POV :

                    I entered the class for my period "Hello class", my eyes secretly searching for her direction.

                    As I entered the room and took in the faces of each student as I walked around the class. There is a mix of familiar and new faces, but one person caught my eye : y/n. My heartbeat quickened as I looked at her sitting near the window, the sunlight illuminating her face. I tried to act nonchalant as I began my lecture, my gaze occasionally drifting back to where she sat. I was already getting distracted by her presence, and I cursed myself inwardly for it.I continued teaching trying to keep my mind off her. However, it was difficult when I couldn't seem to focus on anything else but her. I noticed the way she concentrated on my every word, the way she took every notes and the way her hair fell gently onto her face.

                   As the class went on, I found it harder and harder to ignore my growing attraction towards her. I found myself excuses to walk by her desk or asking questions to hear her voice. I was doing all I could to keep my feelings under control.

                    When the class ended, I reluctantly dismissed the students. I watched as she gathered her belongings and prepare to leave. I wanted to stop her, to talk to her, but I knew it would be inappropriate. Instead, watched her go, already looking forward to the next time I would see her.

                    The next few classes went on like before, with me silently watching her from afar, fighting the urge to approach her. My mind was consumed with thoughts of her.

                    On the night before the next class, I found myself feeling more restless than usual. I tossed and turned around bed, unable to shake the idea of her from my mind. I couldn't deny the powerful feelings I was having, but I couldn't ignore the fact that she's my student.

                             *Time skips*

                    I arrived at the classroom early, wanting to prepare myself for seeing her again. I went over the lesson plan in my head, trying to keep my mind occupied. But as soon as I saw her into the classroom, all my preparations went out of the window.

Author POV :

                    Days passed and the same thing kept happening every single day.

Mr.Jeon POV :

                    I found myself looking forward to seeing her and feeling like I was in high school again. I was torn between wanting to keep my distance as her professor and give into my feelings.

                    During the class, I would steal glances at her when she wouldn't looking. I found myself admiring the way she took notes, the way she chewed her pen and the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. But I also hated myself for noticing those things in the first place.

                    One day, I decided to test the waters. I called on her to answer a question, and she looked up at me, I held a gaze a little too long. I saw a hint of suprise in her eyes, but she answered confidently. It sent a thrill through me, and I found myself smiling at her response, unable to hide my growing affection.

                    After class ended, I asked her to stay behind. I had a million things I wanted to say, but I didn't know where to start. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and hesitance, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I cleared my throat, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for asking her to stay behind.

"Did you finish your assignment?"

                    I finally settled on asking her about her assignment, but the real reason I wanted to keep her there was just to have a reason to be alone with her.

"Sir, I'm almost done." She answered.

                    As I tried to keep the conversation focused on academics, I found myself sneaking in personal questions here and there. I asked about her hobbies, her interests, anything to learn more about the girl that has taken over my thoughts. I knew I was treading a dangerous line, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. She were like a drug, and I'm becoming addicted. The pull I felt towards her was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

                    I didn't know how much longer I could keep up the facade of being a professional Professor. I'm her Professor and it's my responsibility to keep things professional. But I held my tongue, reminding myself of the boundaries that I had to up hold.

  _________[To be continued]________

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