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Seducing Mr.Park ♛(jimin)

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"Blood, sex, and death."

Those were the three things Mr. Park taught us were part of every gothic horror novel.

He was the high school english teacher I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn't help but notice that his eyes lingered on me when he said the second word. Sex.

I was a senior then, about to graduate.

Glued to my seat even in the late, late spring when my classmates were terminally zoned out, focused on graduation, the summer ahead of them, college.

But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up and jeans that were just snug enough to drive my imagination wild.

When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part.

He was the new cute teacher this year, the one the girls whispered about between classes. Mr. Park is looking good today.

I'd tried to pretend I wasn't one of them before, it's not interesting to have the same crush as everyone else. But his charm was undeniable, who else could make the classics so sexy?

Every day when he taught his inflection would bounce up and down with passion as he taught us about Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson.

When he taught Dracula he became brooding and obsessive, delving into each character. Even in the clinical, fluorescent-lit classroom it was sexual.

I spend the 50 minute class period imagining his lips — his teeth — on my neck, finding me in secret, lusting after my "life force" as Stoker says.

The week he spent on, The Haunting of Hill House, was one of the most oddly erotic of my life. The text was thrilling, I was in a constant state of suspense and I held myself to not reading ahead, and being completely present in class when he talked about the role adrenaline plays in our bodies physiological state as we read.

I didn't ask, but I was sure my increased interest in him was one of those byproducts he was talking about.

When graduation was only a few weeks away, I felt bolder. Surely I should make a move, if the consequences of being rebuffed were so low? What could they do? I was almost gone. And so I became consumed with the idea of hooking up with Mr. Park.

At first, I thought I could be subtle. Mr. Park certainly noticed when I wore something low-cut or a little more form-fitting.

Once I entered his classroom in a dress that particularly accentuated my curves and I could have sworn I heard him groan.

But understandably, he never did anything more than cast a lingering glance my way.

He'd get in too much trouble, I reasoned. I'm going to have to be the one to do something. So I put my mind into creating the perfect plan: I'd just have to present him with an opportunity he couldn't say no to.

The senior end-of-year dance was coming up, and I inserted myself into the planning committee long enough to serve as an official liaison and ask Mr. Park if he would be a chaperone, apparently we were in desperate need of one (I didn't ask anyone else).

A light flickered in his eyes as I carefully enunciated the word desperate.

Hopefully that was a look of comprehending my agenda. He agreed to the task.