Mr.Jung is Dangerous {Bts Jhope fanfic}

18What the Hell is wrong with Mr.Jung

I watched Hoseok waltz into the classroom right at 8 am as if the events that took prior last week never happened. He looked completely fine and unfazed. I don't know what I expected him to look like though.

He was wearing a thin— debatably sheer- grey T-shirt that when the light hit it at the right angle, you could see his defined stomach (otherwise known as abs). Covering that was a sharp black blazer, and slightly tight black pants. His sharp jaw had an obvious aftershave, (which was unusual for him, he was always clean shaven) and his hair fell quite wavy around sharp face. However the left side was tamely tucked behind his ear like usual.

It was creepy, but I always studied people's appearances. Hoseok's definitely a particular favorite!

His crisp eyes grazed the sea of students and strategically jumped right over mine.

Great. He won't even make eye contact with me.

I exchanged a worried look with Ahn, who seemed to be caught up in her own thoughts today.

The class began with him collecting the paper that the sub had assigned to us. When he announced he would be grading them, I felt my stomach churn.

I had completely forgotten to do it, I was so worried sick about him I didn't even hear the substitute mention it!

"Did you do the paper?" I asked Ahn worriedly.

She nodded "Wanna copy?"

I shook my head. I shouldn't take her work, it'd feel like I would be taking advantage of her. I don't want her thinking I only want to be her friend only for her homework. I've been there with the popular girls from seventh grade, and it's not fun.

"I'll just have to see if he accepts late work or a make up grade."

Ahn shrugged "Sorry I didn't remind you Esme. I thought you were discussing the paper with the substitute."

I shook my head "It is totally not your fault! No worries, I'll figure it out with Hoseok."

"Who?" Ahn looked at me quizzically.

My eyebrows shot up with the realization I had just referred to Mr.Jung with his first name.

"Hoseok, Taehyung's friend." I lied and smiled convincingly. She bought it.

It was time for our row to pass our papers to the end, where Hoseok stood patiently waiting.

Although he was only five seats across from me, he still did exchange a single glance at me. I just stared at him figuring he was intentionally ignoring me. It made my blood boil. He'd left without saying a word, and now he wouldn't even look my way.

I got fed up with it, so I raised my hand.

"Mr.Jung." I said with my arm next to my ear. I made sure not to accidentally call him Hoseok in front of the whole class. Suddenly I was thankful I slipped up just to Ahn because it would've been hard to explain myself to everyone else.

He purses his lips together and finally his eyes connected with mine. He didn't look irritated or calm and collected either; he just seemed as if he didn't want to say anything to me.

"Yes Esme?" His jaw clenched after he said my name.

"I haven't finished the paper you assigned to us. I was curious as to whether you accept late homework? I'd also like to ask you about a couple topics on the paper, as you already know that some the basis of Psychology is debatable." I felt extremely confident. I wanted him to have no excuses because a professor has to help a student right? There was no way he could say no.

His eyes narrowed at me. I won this fight. "Well I don't accept late homework so make sure you can have your papers prepared on time."

I resisted a smirk that was tugging at my lips.
"Actually Mr.Jung, according to the handbook the paper can't be counted as late since you were absent when it was assigned. However the day after you come back it would be considered late."

I felt Ahn look at me in disbelief but I was focused on Mr. Jung. We were going to adresss what happened, I at least deserved that. I practically saved his life.

He pushed the hair on the right side behind his ear, something I'd never seen him do before. "Well I do believe that is correct, so you can schedule a student teacher meeting during a free period."

I couldn't believe he was doing this. I'm not taking any steps backwards, only forward. He dragged me into this, and now I am going to figure out what I'm dealing with.

I frowned and didn't argue with him again. If he refuses to see me after class there was nothing I could do. At least if I scheduled a meeting with him, we'd be alone and be able to talk freely.

When he returned to the front of the room he gave a dynamic lesson, however it went into one ear and out the other.

I would have to tell him about Ryan whether he wanted to talk about it or not.

I sat up immediately when he caught me staring off, daydreaming.

He took a deep breath and diverted his attention to a cluster of girls who were asking him questions.

Once the bell rang and I collected my things, Ahn playfully poked my side. "Hey, you mind if I make dinner for Tang tonight? And don't worry, this is the last time it'll be exclusive because I really do hate leaving you out." She scrunched her eyebrows together feeling genuinely sorry for me, but I was thankful they were keeping busy.

I nodded "Yeah that sounds great! As you can see I have to dive into this paper so don't worry about me."

She breathed a breath of relief "I'm so thankful you're so cool about this, I think I really like Tang so it means a lot you don't mind."

"I support you guys one hundred percent, how could I not be happy my two hot best friends like each other!" I nudged her side and she laughed before waving goodbye, and heading out the door.

I stayed back until the last couple students left, leaving Hoseok and I alone.

He was acting as if he was grading papers, but I'm used to him by now. I know he's trying to figure out how he can take control of the situation again.

I cleared my throat and sat on top the corner of his desk, immediately pulling his attention away from the papers.

"Get down Esme, I already told you to schedule an appointment."

I rolled my eyes but I got down obediently.

"Well can we address the elephant in the room please? I'll schedule a stupid appointment, but you owe me the fattest explanation ever." I stood in front of him, proud of myself that I had his complete attention.

He sighed and looked back down at his papers "Can I handle this a little later? I'm not feeling the greatest right now."

I shook my head "It's "we" Hoseok. We're in this together. " his eyebrows jumped a little when I referred to him by his first name "Whatever this is... I guess. What I'm trying to say is is that whether you like it or not I'm apart of your situation you've got here. And I can either work in your favor or I can expose your ass because you haven't technically been holding up your side of the deal." I knew I was being a little bold, but I think that's what's going to get me some answers.

Mr. Jung took the back of his hand and wiped a bit at his face. I hadn't even noticed he'd been sweating. Was he nervous?

"Are you okay?" I got a little closer to him examining him a bit. He looked so pale and uncomfortable, it couldn't be because of me.

"Mr. Jung?" I heard the worry in my own voice. Something was off.

He squinted his eyes at me and starting leaning in, but not in a way that was normal, he was falling.

"Oh my gosh!" I shrieked before rushing right over to him. He was out cold.

What the hell is wrong with Mr.Jung?