"m-mr. jung.." i gulp, not being able to speak properly.
"shh," he said, placing his index finger on my lips. "call me hoseok."
"h-hoseok?" i stammered. students are not suppose to know the teacher's first name, it for the privacy of the teacher, but why is he telling me?
"i don't like it how you always address me as a teacher."
i tried to calm myself, but it wasn't working. his finger on my lips weren't helping and especially his gaze, which felt like it could pierce through my body.
"but.. i can't call you.. h-hoseok in class, mr. jung."
"then call me that when we're alone."
"what do you mean, mr. jung?" i looked at him.
i could feel my face turning red.
he sighs, taking step back, he backs away from me. his head tilted back and came back in front as he moved his hands to cover them. the way he's acting seems like he had just done something bad..
"i-i'm sorry, you may leave." he said, turning his body around.
nodding slowly, i turned around, moving my hands to open the door. i startle as I heard him say "wait,"
"please forget about what i just said, i-i'm really s-sorry for acting like this. i'm your teacher."
i forced out a smile.
"it's okay, mr. jung. i won't call you hoseok, i'm not suppose to call you hoseok; you're my teacher."
