I couldn't find room 207. I looked everywhere, tried to ask students where was I headed yet the only thing they could do was shrug.
Being an exchange student was not something new for me.
But being here in Korea was.
No one gave me directions to room 207.
But you did.
I can still remember the sound of your voice, the smell of your cologne and the way you spoke fluent English with your cute bunny teeth showing.
I felt butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Skirts|JJK
Short Story"you were my teacher and i was just the student.....i guess you just liked the pretty skirts i wore after all" ~lowercase intended ~age gap ~[i] in the p.s series
