I never knew what it feels like to have "butterflies" in your stomach, until now.
"Mr... Jeon..."
God my voice was so shaky, I could feel my cheeks redden. I never felt this way, so why now, why when it was my teacher?
"You have been avoiding me Y/N, have you?"
His warm big hands slowly moved to my hips, he turned me gently yet firmly to face him.
"I asked you a question Y/N, interested in answering?"
I couldn't get any tone out of my mouth, my mind was clouded with that beautiful honey-like voice of Mr Jeon. I knew I shouldn't think like this about my teacher but I couldn't control the beat of my heart, the redness of my cheeks, the shakiness of my voice.
"Use your words Y/N, I know how smart that head of yours is."
The only thing that my head was doing currently was spinning. The bad thing he was spinning in it.
"I'm..."
Fuck my words get stuck in my throat, I was sweating like shit and on top of that I was shivering like crazy.
"You don't look that good right now, I..."
Before he continues he looks around, kinda nervous in a way. Before I could react he let go of me quickly like some realization hit him.
"Ahm..."
He cursed under his breath scratching his head, his hair slightly messy now.
"Go home."
Then he just... left
I finally realized what just happened, Mr Jeon... he was... no... I'm imagining things...
He wouldn't do anything like that...
