finally getting through the lunch line and getting my tray of food, I decided to head to mr. jung's classroom.
"where are you going?" taehyung furrowed his eyebrows.
"i.. i'm going to ask for mr. jung's help." i sneer.
"you're not going to get better grade than me, especially on physics test, so just give up already. pabo-ya."
"shut up. i'm going, bye." i said, leaving the cafeteria and heading toward the hallway to mr. jung's classroom.
"young lady, where do you think you're going? it's prohibited to go out of cafeteria during lunch." the secretory guard stops me.
"i'm going to mr. jung's classroom." i rolled my eyes.
"detentions?" he asks.
"nope, not this time." i smile proudly for detentions not being the main reason for going to his classroom. "i need help from him."
"you better not be roaming around the hallways with that tray," he said.
"promise." i smile before leaving him there and going to mr. jung's classroom.
my hands were sweating, slowly bringing them up to the door, i tap 3 times making a knocking sound. mr. jung comes and opens the door for me, the door closes as i pulled before going in and sitting on one of the desk.
"what brought you here today, miss jiyeon?" he asks.
"i want you to tutor me on projectile motion." i said, sighing.
"the topic you'll have test over this friday?" mr. jung questioned.
"yeah,"
"so, what don't you understand?"
"basically.. everything." i answered.
he shook his head side by side; he looks disappointed but not surprised.
"all my teaching has gone to waste?" he asked.
"stop whining. you're a teacher you're suppose to teach." i frown, folding my arms.
"i don't think i could ever be able to teach you physics." he shook his head again.
his facial expression seems bored as if he didn't want to teach me at all, and that i was just being a burden by coming here.
"don't you wish i was just smarter?" i said, sarcastically.
"of course, then my life would be way easier," he said, flashing a smile my way.
"fine then," i sigh. "i'm leaving."
i walk toward the door; annoyed, angry and feeling dumb because even the teacher thinks i'm unteachable.
"oh, is jiyeon upset?" he said, softly.
"no, of course not." i said, "i actually came here to answer your question from yesterday, but never mind."
after saying that, i reach out to grab the door handle.
"wait," he said, abruptly.
"i said I'm leaving, so sorry mr. jung i'm not serving any detentions from you so i can walk out of here right now if i want."
he grabs both of my hand, placing them behind me.
"but i know you won't leave."
"how can you say that with so much confident?" i scoff.
"well, isn't that always me? confident," he smiles, "and what's your answer?"
he pushes his body weight on me which made me lean against the door. his face moving closer in distance to mines, it was just inches away from each other's.
"well, i was thinking of telling you-" my breath hitches when his forehead touched mines.
"telling me..?" he question, wanting me to finish my sentence. His breath touching my skins while he spoke, which had already started sending shivers down to my spine.
"that.. m-my answer is.. y-yes." i stuttered.
but I didn't have to say much more after that, because his lips came in contact with mines and he was kissing me.
it may be weird to others, but it's not weird to me at all, okay, maybe a little bit but that's only because i'm used to addressing his as a teacher which makes it awkward for me to call him hoseok.
but, i've never seen a teacher in that way, the way i have to him. i don't know, maybe because i like him and the fact that he's still very young, and this year being his first year of teaching; i just feel like he's not even a teacher.
i know he's a teacher, i address him as a teacher as well, but i don't feel like i need to distance myself from him because of his profession.
he's like a magnate and i just happen to be a metal - who cannot help but feel attracted towards him.
good thing is: i'm not the only one; he's attracted towards me as well, because if he wasn't he wouldn't be kissing me so passionately right now.
every time he kisses me, the only thing i see is blank; i see nothing, and it feel like he's hypnotizing me; like he's the one who's controlling me, it feels like what i'll say and what i'm suppose to feel it all controlled by him.
and i could help but love it.
