Sometimes, you need to be saved without even knowing it.
Sometimes, you know you need help, but you think it will never come.
A student... a teacher... two neighbors... an irresistible attraction...
Will they able to be happy together?
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Minho...
My beautiful stranger...
My "I'm so sexy"...
Why?!
Why didn't I recognize him earlier?! Wasn't he my neighbor?! My student?! I saw him almost every day!!
But that was the problem...
As soon as I knew about our age difference, even more that he was a minor, I locked him in a sealed box, tucked away in a remote corner of my mind. The box of the forbidden, inaccessible, untouchable, impossible.
The two times he had come to my home, I had concentrated on his face and his wounded hands. I was so nervous and worried about him I hadn't thought of anything else. When I saw him in highschool, I avoided looking at him from head to toe, because I had no right to do it.
I had never looked at his body that way before...
It was wrong. Immoral. Unacceptable. Dirty.
But I had spent most of the morning doing it. I had followed him... watched him with indecent thoughts in my mind for more than an hour... and I couldn't forgive myself.
How was I going to face him now? How was I going to behave normally with him? Like a teacher... like a normal neighbor... was it still possible?
I felt bad, and he had seen me. Our gazes had met. I had seen his eyes widening in surprise at coming across me here. By the way, wasn't he supposed to be in Daejeon at his friend's house? He was supposed to spend the whole weekend there, according to what he told me...
Confused, stressed, my thoughts were telescoping as I squeezed more and more the pen in my hands. I didn't know what to do... and it was worse when he looked away.
After those few seconds of floating looking at me, he suddenly turned to the girls around him whom I had almost forgotten. He was listening to them, looking at them as I felt an icy cold go through my bones.
Damn it... Had I become completely mad or stupid? What was I thinking, for God sake?! What teenager would want to run into one of his teachers the weekend? What teenager would choose to talk to his teacher instead of staying with some pretty girls who were trying to hit on him? How could I have thought he would come and talk to me?