The Golden Ring • ChanBaek | ENG

[CHAPTER 033]

I swear on my life... I was going to get in the back of his car, but Mr. Park insisted I sit in the front.

Just like the last time, the silent music on the radio was mixed with the loud raindrops that hit the vehicle's surface. I don't care if I'm too conspicuous but I just have to look at him. Now he looks a little better, which means he had an hour off and probably rested a bit or he drank some coffee.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, grinning playfully.

"You look tired," I said with a serious tone.

"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have found out," he laughs. Ch, he thinks he's so funny. "By the way, thank you for what you did this morning. I barely had any strength," he said.

"I didn't do anything, and by the time I got out there, several teachers were outside already."

"But the intention was there."

"Mr. Park," I begin very softly.

"Yes?"

"Are you all right?" OH. MY. GOD. I asked him! How do you take back spoken words? Ahhh~ I'm dead.

"Yeah, everything is fine."

"You seem sad." Somebody shoot me please..

"I'm fine, Baek." He just called me Baek? He technically nicknamed me, usually I would hate it, but if ChanYeol does it, I don't have a problem with it.

I don't think he's okay. I mean.. That's how it's always worked, right? If they ask you how are you, you're going to answer; everything is fine while in the inside you're tearing yourself apart. I don't want Mr. Park to tear himself up... Because it hurts me too.

Don't lock yourself away from me.

"We're here." Already? It was too fast, I want to stay with him. I lower my head deeply, trying to hold back my tears.

Why am I so attached to you? Why are you the one who doesn't disgust me so easily? The more days go by, the more you chain me to you, and you don't even know it.

I'd like to get to know you.

What are you like when you're not teaching but partying? What's your favorite food? Do you like to play? Do you go out with your friends and drink? Are you as good as you seem or putting masks in front of your face, acting that you are a good person but you just throw other people's feelings around?

I want answers, maybe one day I'll get them, or more.

Can we be friends after I graduate from school? What do I have to do to tie you to me like you did to me?

"Baek" Don't ask me to get out.. Take me with you... No matter where we go, I'll follow you.. "BaekHyun..." Why do you say my name so softly?

Tears begin to fall from my eyes, so I lower my head even more, my shoulders begin to shake as my heart is pounding painfully in my chest.

"Baek," he put his hand on my thigh, and I heard him unbuckle himself then he leans closer to me. "Look at me." I shake my head.. I'm so pathetic. I'm crying for nothing. I'm an idiot. So fucking stupid. "Please," he whispers. Slowly, I lift my gaze and watch as he lifts his free hand up, touches my face while wiping my tears away.

I put my palms on his chest, pushing him away, putting my other hand in front of my lips as I start sobbing more.I grab my bag and get out of his car, and I don't stop until I reach the front of the house.

I opened the door and slammed it behind me. From the outside, I heard a long horn and then he drived away..

I ran up to my room, dropped my bag, locked my door, and jumped on the bed with wet clothes.I didn't care that my shoes were still on. I pressed my face into the pillow and just cried even more. I'm so fricking confused.

Mr. Park confuses me. Why did he touch my face and thighs? Why did he leaned so close that our lips almost touched each other. Why if he has a wife?!

What's with the caustic pain I'm feeling? It's like someone's stabbing my heart with thousand needles. What I'm doing is not right, I need to break this strange 'relationship' with Mr. Park. I don't need his separate lessons anymore I can't let us get any closer.

He's my teacher, for God's sake. There'll be someone else to help me overcome my problems.

That day I cried myself to sleep wishing I wouldn't get up again.