Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

5 Maybe you're in the wrong class

I made sure to sit in the back of the classroom. I was so embarrassed from last night, I couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked in casual clothes...and the fact that I might have to give up my seat as president before I even started.

I saw the pink haired girl, I mean Ahn, scan the crowd of students for me; as she noticed I wasn't sitting in the same spot.

Once she spotted me she walked over and stood by the desk next to me "This seat taken?"

I shrugged.

"Good" she said while sitting down "because you're going to want to see this." She opened up her cellphone and placed it infront of me.

Someone had taken a picture of me talking to Mr.Jung last night in my Pajamas and Ryan was standing next to me.

"I don't understand..."

Ahn sighed "There's not much to it to be honest. Some girls are angry and jealous and they don't want you to have any extra attention from—"

Mr.Jung was standing right infront of us when we looked up and the whole class was looking in our direction. How had we not noticed him there?

"I'll be taking this, since it's an obvious distraction as the beginning of class has already begun." Mr.Jung didn't look down at the image on the phone. He simple shut it down and placed it on top of his desk.

However I noticed he seemed to be in a slightly worse mood than yesterday morning.

His eyes scanned the room and stopped cold on mine. I swallowed hard and broke eye contact first.

"Woah." Ahn mumbled.

"Is it just me or did it seem like he was staring at me for an entire eternity? The worst part is that he seems so mad." I asked Ahn.

"Nope it's not just you. He's definitely pissed off and you definitely have something to do with it. What happened last night?"

I shook my head "it's nothing. Let's pay attention so we don—"

"Esme, would you like to join me up front?" Mr.Jung asked me, but his tone was demanding.

I felt my heart stop in my chest and I mentally scolded myself for talking in class. The only way he could've known we were talking is if he were looking at us...particularly me. It's not like he could hear me with how far back I was sitting.

I got up and I felt the glare of a thousand hoes as I walked down the steps towards the front.

I cleared my throat when I finally made it up to the front because it felt as if I hadn't had a drink in several days.

"Yessir?" my voice came out as a whisper. Despite him being angry I couldn't get over how handsome he looked. I think his jaw could possibly cut me.

Mr.Jung crosses his arms across his chest. "If you were paying attention to what I said you'd already know why you're down here."

I swallowed hard and I was actually getting mad. Why was he picking on me?

I glared at him. "You know I don't know what to say so why are you wasting time?"

The corner of his mouth twitched. He was surprised I had the guts to speak up, or maybe he wasn't.

"Esme, I instructed the class that I'd randomly pick five students to present their homework to the class. Yesterday I told you to profile one new person, what were your findings?"

I swallowed hard and faced the class. "Eh, okay...umm. I'm not much of a public spea—"

"CANT HEAR YOU!!" some girl from the back screamed.

I cleared my throat. "Well I'm not really much of a public speaker," I was louder now "but yesterday I um, I profiled my new friend Ryan." I said without thinking. No, he's my boyfriend, I meant to say boyfriend.

"Well I uh, I used the techniques of observation Mr.Jung taught us yesterday and I made assumptions about him..." I turned to Mr.Jung now "but then I felt really bad, because I don't think people should just make assumptions based off their observations." I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth, infront of the entire class I was disagreeing with Mr.Jung.

Mr.Jung's eyebrow slightly rose "Oh?"

I nodded "I think it's up to the other person to reveal as much of themselves as they want to. What's this have to do with Psychology anyway?"

Mr.Jung nodded and looked at me almost in a demeaning manner.

"What does this have to do with Psychology you ask? Making assumptions are wrong you say?" He was now walking back and forth, repeating my claims making me feel like they were less and less true.

"Okay Esme, answer me this." He stopped right infront of me, his voice low but loud enough so the class could hear. "You walk into a subway, you hear ticking noises, You see a man with a black case, he sets it down and starts to run. What's your assumption?"

I scoffed exasperated " That's not fair, I'm talking strictly first impressions, not scenarios."

Mr.Jung shrugged. "Fine. Your friend Ryan only complements your appearance, he'll constantly flirt with other girls and yet he tells you you're the only one, he's self absorbed and doesn't mind taking a relationship too far even if it's just for fun. You know this much about him and so you would assume he's a..."

I stood there defiantly. A womanizer, the answer is a womanizer. Mr. Jung knows it and he knows I know it.

I didn't answer. Although I was worried. That what he said was true about Ryan. A lot of it was on the border lines of what I had already observed. Is Ryan a womanizer?

"Assumptions, Ms. Esme, can save your life. As I gave the example of a man planting a bomb in the subway. They are the minds' natural response to a situation that's unfamiliar, or a person. So why is it such a bad thing to become good at depicting facts from assumptions? You should never go blindly into any situation because you don't want to offend someone. Make assumptions, they're important. This isn't Psychology you say?"

He pauses and opened up to the class " Being able to understand people's minds and habits is most definitely Psychology. If you believe this is wrong, maybe you're in the wrong class." The last few words were terse and I knew, he was definitely angry with me.

Because of the picture? Maybe. But I'd find out the second that bell rang, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.