WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(10) Mr. Jung Taekwoon.

"Mr. Kim, are you paying attention?!" A nasal, high voice squawked, flicking a marker pen at the said person

Wonshik winced as the pen hit his head and he yawned.

"Yes, Mrs. Choi." He replied in a bored monotone.

He honestly wanted to sleep. Not listen to the endless drawls of World War 2 from his batty history teacher, Mrs. Choi. She was as boring as a bowl of plain, sugar free, low calorie, oatmeal.

She glared at him with her beady little eyes and continued to babble, everyone groaning including Wonshik.

Wonshik thanked the heavens when the bell rang, the class erupting in chatter.

The next class was Music and Wonshik loved going to this class for mainly two reasons.

One: he loved music since it was his aspiring dream to be a composer.

Two: the music teacher.

Wonshik blushed profusely at the thought and slapped his cheeks to clear his reddened face.

His teacher's name was Jung Taekwoon and he was a few years older than Wonshik. He had the voice of an angel and the appearance of a model.

Long lashes framed his pretty eyes that looked and seemed quite feline.

They held coldness but Wonshik had managed to catch much more than what meets the eye.

He had seen Taekwoon with young animals and Minyeul, Taekwoon's nephew.

He had seen how the teacher's pink lips turned into a gentle smile.

His frame was tall and broad, features a perfect balance of sharp and soft.

Skin of milk, soft velvet black hair and pretty pink lips. Wonshik thought how it would be like to kiss those lips.

Wait.... bad Wonshik. Stop daydreaming...

Wonshik scolded himself, erasing the impure thoughts in his mind.

He sat at his table and placed his music book on his desk.

"Good morning, students.." a soft, high voice greeted as a pair of long legs strides in.

"Good morning, Mr. Jung!.." The students chorused eagerly.

He nodded satisfyingly before taking his place at the black piano.

His fingers swept across the keys before he began to play. The soft melody dispersing within the classroom.

The melody was soft, solemn and slow. Giving a sad and sullen feeling to the listener.

Slowly though, the music started to sound more cheerful and raised a cheery atmosphere.

Then, in a way no one expected, the music stopped, the low note of the base key ringing in the air.

Then quick fingers started playing the piano, the music fast paced. It was as if all the frustrations an anger of the composer was poured into the piece of music.

The fast notes lasted before it slowed down and the final keys were played out.

Taekwoon finished with a graceful flourish and stood up.

The students clapped impressively, chattering at how well the music was played. That kind of music wasn't easily done.

"Can anyone tell me who composed this piece of music?" He asked, looking around the now silent classroom.

Wonshik sheepishly raised his hand since the others were not even trying.

His eyes swept around the classroom until it settled on Wonshik's warm brown ones.

"If you please, Wonshik.." He smiled ever so gently.

"Beethoven. The music piece that you played, Mr. Jung, is the Moonlight Sonata." He answered, without hesitation.

Taekwoon's lips tugged upwards admiringly.

"That is correct, Wonshik. The piece Moonlight Sonata was written by Beethoven when he was completely deaf." Taekwoon said.

He walked towards the whiteboard and wrote Beethoven on it with a black marker before underlining it.

"Please take your notebooks out and take down this note." Taekwoon requested.

Wonshik opened his book and tried to find a page which wasn't scribbled with music notes or unfinished song lyrics. It was a favorite pastime he liked to do when he was bored.

The bell rang just when they completed their notes and Wonshik gathered his books.

"Wonshik, may I speak to you after class?" Taekwoon asked, causing Wonshik to look up.

"Of course.. Mr. Jung..." Wonshik gulped.

Students poured outside, leaving Wonshik and Taekwoon alone.

"Um.. sir? What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Wonshik asked, standing behind Taekwoon.

Taekwoon turned around and moved forward, causing Wonshik to stumble back.

He kept moving backwards until his back hit the edge of the desk.

Taekwoon placed both arms on the desk, trapping Wonshik from all sides.

Taekwoon leaned in close, close enough so that his hot breath was against Wonshik's ear.

"I think you need extra tutoring, Wonshik-ah..." Taekwoon purred huskily and Wonshik gulped, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"I- I see, Mr. Jung.." Wonshik stuttered.

The teacher blew hot air against the shell of Wonshik's ear and the student shuddered.

"Call me Taekwoon..." The teacher requested.

"S- sir?.." Wonshik asked, dumbfounded.

"I do not think I should repeat myself." Taekwoon stated firmly.

Wonshik watched Taekwoon with large eyes, his cheeks burning.

"Say my name, Wonshik-ah.." Taekwoon demanded, Wonshik's name falling from his lips in a catlike purr.

Wonshik felt his face burn even more. Never had his name sounded so good coming from his teacher.

"S-sir-, I mean- T-Taekwoon..." Wonshik said, a little hesitantly, the words unfamiliar on his tongue.

Taekwoon smiled satisfyingly before moving away.

"Saturday. 04:00pm. At my residents. You have potential but you do not use it." Taekwoon informed, straightening his shirt.

"Yes, Mr. Jung." Wonshik nodded his head.

"Wonshik.." Taekwoon raises a eyebrow at him and Wonshik corrects himself hastily.

"Yes, Taekwoon." He said.

Taekwoon nods and waves a hand.

"You are dismissed." He concludes.

Wonshik scrambles outside after grabbing his books. He pats his cheeks in an attempt to calm the crimson that was blooming persistently.

Whatever Taekwoon was doing, it was only making Wonshik's attraction stronger.
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I don't write stuff like this usually but i like the Student×Teacher thing.

Its cool.