"..miss jiyeon..." i heard someone calling my name.
as i opened my eyes, i realized that i was sleeping during class, not in just any teachers classroom-but-the strictest teacher, especially toward me; mr. jung's classroom.
why didn't i just die?
i looked around the class, and found that i wasn't the only one who was sleeping. the boy in the next corner was sleeping as well, what was his name.. yoongi? he was sleeping as well, but then why am i the only one getting pointed out?
"what happen mr. jung?" i asked, sincerely, not knowing if he was calling me out for sleeping in his class or if he actually had something else.
"so we're going to play the innocent card?" he smirk.
my face puzzled.
"what are you talking about?" i said, my face not being able to get rid of the disgusted expression which i had.
"don't act like you don't know why i called you out."
"for sleeping?" i question.
"you're quite smart, miss jiyeon."
i couldn't take it anymore.
"why am i the only one getting blamed when there's another people who are doing the same thing? look at him," i pointed towards yoongi direction. "he's sleeping as well, then why am i the only one getting blamed."
"don't argue with me."
"just because i confessed that i like you doesn't mean that you can treat me poorly. that doesn't mean that i get blamed for something, and if someone else does the same, they don't get the punishment."
"stop it," he said, "i'm not in mood for any jokes. please step out of the classroom. right now!"
his voice was so stern that it did scared me a little, but i was angry as well.
i stomp my way out of the door.
i waited outside, and i'm sure he was probably trying to come up with a lie to hide everything that just happen from all the students. after a few minutes he came out.
"miss jiyeon, that is not how you behave in my class."
"i can't. i had enough. why couldn't you treat me fairly like the others? is loving you wrong? okay, i know it was wrong but what can i do? i can't help it."
"miss jiyeon."
"is there any other things you could say beside miss jiyeon? i'm fucking tired."
"why do you take me so easy? i'm your teacher, what makes you think that you could say words such as that? miss jiyeon, you are no different than any of my other students. learn to accept the fact that i don't love you. all you are to me is a student. no more, no less."
i look at him with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. i know that i can't fucking have him. he's my teacher. but he's always pointing me out for the smallest shit i do. it makes me mad.
he doesn't have to love me to treat me like a normal student.
in fact, i never asked him to love me back.
my tears fall out of my eyes and i ran away from him. first, i was only running down the hall, but later i didn't want to be here. i didn't wanted to be in the same place as mr. jung. i couldn't stay at school, not when i was unable to stop my tears.
i decided that i'd go back home.
