Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

6. I found a gun

When the bell rang I felt my stomach drop. I didn't know if I was excited to talk to him after class or scared.

He really did embarrass me in front of the class today so didn't I have the right to be mad at him? It was obvious he was picking on me, even Ahn could tell.

"Hey, you going to be okay?" Ahn asked, pulling me out of my inner turmoil.

I shrugged "So I'll lose my spot as president, it's whatever." I didn't mean that, I really wanted to be president.

But now that I think about it, how stupid could I have been? The  so called "president" of the psychology department thinks profiling people is wrong. Just ridiculous.

I'm so dumb.

Everyone started clearing out of the classroom. I gave Mr.Jung a couple side glances but he wasn't looking at me. Maybe he wasn't going to mention it.

I was two centimeters away from the door when I heard "Esme, stay back for a minute."

I sighed not surprised.

How is it only the second day?

Ahn gave my arm a squeeze and a reassuring look before she left me.

A couple girls noticed I was staying back and three of them stayed back as well.

When it was only the five of us Mr.Jung addressed the girls. "Ladies do you need anything? I'm going to be having a private conversation with Esme in a moment."

The girls huffed and looked at one another like they were trying to urge the other to speak until the middle one finally spoke up.

"I wanted to be class president, but you gave it to Esme." She said my name to where it sounded as if she could throw up just thinking about me. I didn't even know this girl, how did she even know my name? "And I figured we should run a campaign within this class so it would be fair. But you" she pointed dramatically at Mr.Jung "take a special liking to Esme. So it wouldn't be fair!" She sounded like a five year old that didn't get any ice cream.

Mr.Jung looked almost bored by her. "I presented Esme with the position of being president because she showed an interest and acted upon it. However if you feel it was unfair then I'll re-evaluate the situation. I can't discuss this any further today however, I have business I need to take care of with Esme."

The girl blinked surprised and defiantly "F—Fine I guess." She crosses her arms, turning around and walking out of the door while mumbling something about me being a slut.

I ignored her.

It was just him and I now, and it felt way different than yesterday.

Mr.Jung walked towards me to where he was inches from my face.

"Esme I believe I must've heard you wrong when you told Ryan you found out some information about me, right?" His eyebrows were low, and his mouth formed a straight line after every word.

I swallowed hard. "Oh yeah of course I was just goofing off on the internet." I laughed uncomfortably.

He rolled his eyes then turned back to me "Are you dumb enough to lie infront of me?"

My breath caught in my throat. Mr. Jung glances around him then focused back on me when he realized no one was watching.

He took a step closer, and then another one. If it were anyone else I'd step back to create distance between ourselves but I couldn't focus, I wouldn't resist if he tried to kiss me.

He didn't.

"What did you find out?" He sounded irritated, but there was a slight hint of desperation in his voice. "Esme, I need you to tell me what you read?"

I backed up now "Why? Why does it matter? It was just some dumb article."

He reached out to me and placed both hands firmly on the sides of my arms. "I'm loosing my patience, tell me what you read."

"I will...but only if you tell me why it matters."

He shook his head "It's better you know as little about me as possible. I was supposed to be completely wiped off the internet, so I could be safe. So I need you to show me, or tell me what you read."

I was confused, and nothing made sense. Was mr. Jung in danger? Was someone trying to track him?

"I— I should get to class." I said breaking out of his grip and storming towards the door.

I glanced back right before I walked away only to see Mr.Jung running his hand through his hair frustrated.

*

I was rushing to find Ryan on the way to art. I've only known Mr.Jung for a day but I couldn't believe he reacted like that. His situation must be so bad to where he needs this information.

But for some reason I felt like I shouldn't tell him, like I should wait and figure out more before I tell him. He told me it's better for me to know nothing about him, but it only made me more curious.

I ran smack into Tang.

"Ouch!" We both yelped as I had knocked her off her balance onto the floor, causing me to fall down as well.

"Esme!" Tang complained. "Why the heck were you rushing like that?"

I collected my things "I can't talk right now, I gotta find Ryan."

I heard Tang groan but I kept walking.

I took out my phone and texted him outside the Art door.

wya? You're right, something is off with mr. Jung. I have proof.

😍🔥Ryan: I'm heading
out of class now. Art
hallway right?

👍🏼

I shouldn't skip class. But heck, it was just art. Besides, I didn't have much time in the day to spend with Ryan. He couldn't come over past nine and Tang would be lonely if I left her at dinner. Wish I could get her a boyfriend.

I was tapping at my phone when Ryan approached me.

"Where do you want to head?"

"My dorm."

He shook his head. " No. We're going to go to his."

"What?!"

He shushed me and laced his fingers with mine. "Just trust me okay? I don't want some creepy teacher around my girlfriend. If you say there's something odd about him I believe you, and I'm going to find out what it is before anything happens." He started walking.

"No, no, no, no just wait." I stopped walking "You can't be serious right? I don't even know that much it's just what I don't know and what he doesn't want me to know is the problem! So I can't break into his dorm with you, I can't risk it I—

Ryan cut me off by pressing his lips onto mine. They tasted like barbecue chips. "Babe, do you trust me?"

I sighed. No. "Yes."

"Good." He let go of my hand "Get to class and I'll text you if I find anything. And don't worry, I won't get caught."

I smiled at him "Thanks baby." He nodded and we headed our separate ways.

I walked into art class late but present, and began on my portfolio.

After twenty minutes I checked my phone, anxious because I didn't know if I could really trust Ryan.

I was surprised I missed a message from him. I pressed on the notification icon.

😍🔥Ryan: you're not going to believe this, I found a gun