chapter 9 | Shy boy

I just sent the selfie to Miss Han.

I hurry to send her a message, fearing she could open the snap before reading this.

[ Miss Han please do not open this snap this was a mistake it was not meant to be sent to you I apologize! I'm so sorry! I sincerely apol—

She opened it. I'm sweating, my heart is pounding so hard right now, I'm going to die. I need to send my text right away. I finish my sentence and then send it without rereading.

I exit this conversation for her to not see I stay in front of my screen and wait, but I still stare with anxiousness.

She's typing. I'm so scared, I pray for to not be mad at me. Goddamit, this is taking too long, what is she writing? Is she going to scold me? To tell me she didn't expect me to be like that? Although the whole school believes I'm a playboy because I make them think so, I don't believe she thinks of me as that type of person.

She must like manly men anyway, this won't bother her. I'm a wimp who cries when she gets angry at me, so I'm certainly not the type of man she would want. I'm not even a man but just a boy...

As soon as I see the 'New Chat' appear under her username, my heart skips a beat, but I press on it, and I open it to read.

< Accident? Hm. Be more careful next time, Jungkook ]

[ I'm so sorry Miss Han, that won't happen again. I hope you're not angry at me... >

< I'm not, I know you can be a clumsy boy at times. Don't worry ]

[ I'm relieved... >

I exhale sharply but relaxes on my seat. I thought that wouldn't end so well, I feel much better. She called me clumsy though, I must look awkward all the time because of how nervous I am around her. Nonetheless, I make her laugh, and I'm happy about that.

As they say, 'Make her laugh and you're half-way there' so if we don't take into consideration the reason why she laughs, then it's all good.

Now that it's solved, I go back to Jaehyun.

[ BRO! I took a snap to show u my abs but I sent it to Miss Han by accident! I felt so hot I thought I was going to pass out! >

< no way, you're fuckin lyin rn ]

[ I'm not! I swear I'll show you tomorrow! I almost died on my gaming chair jfc! >

< what did she say?😱 ]

[ 'Accident? Hm. Be more careful next time, Jungkook'  that's exactly what she said then I apologized and said I hope shes not angry at me but she said 'No, I'm not. I know you can be a clumsy boy at times. Don't worry'...she called me a boy... >

< 'A clumsy boy' she really had to point it out🤣 you're fine tho, shes not mad. I thought shed block you or answer with something like 'Do not ever send me something like that again Jeon Jungkook' ]

< Wait, how did it go with her earleir tho? Didn't she scold you? ]

[ Ikr, I know Im just a boy to her😒. Yeah it kinda went bad at first but then she told me she believe me and that if it ever happens again I can record it. This son of a bitch almost made her hate me >

< damn. You would have cried your life out and drop out of school. I'm sure of it ]

[ shut up. >

< how did you get her to believe you tho? She seemed really mad and that was hot asf. Ngl ]

[ Well...she saw I was sincere and I told her I would never lie to her and all >

< all right then, well done. She doesn't dislike you anymore ]

< or maybe she does because of that nude😂 ]

[ it's not a nude! And she doesn't dislike me. I'm her babyboy >

< her clumsy boy* ]

[ 🖕 at least I'm still her boy in the end. >

He doesn't say anything, so I drop my phone on my desk and take my glasses off. I need a little break.

I stand up and take my phone to put it in my pocket but get out of my bedroom, I walk through the corridor and go down the stairs to join my dad who already came back home.

As soon as I'm there, he raises his eyes up and catches sight of me while he's cooking. "Are you in heat or what? Where's your top?"

"I feel more comfortable like this," I say but bend over the kitchen island to face him, "I'm hungry as hell, what do we eat for dinner?"

"Lamb skewers, your favorite," he brightens up my mood with simple words, but my stomach already growls. "Oh...can you already cook some of it? I'm starving..."

"We have to wait for your mom to be back," he shakes his head, "But if you're that hungry, you can grab something in the fridge. There are some yogurts that your mom doesn't like."

"But Jungeun eats them," I watch him chop the vegetables, feeling eager to be at diner time and feed myself with this wonderful food. "Then, you can eat some snacks if you want."

"Can I eat your Nacho cheese ones? They're the best," I almost beg him and hold my hands together to rise my chances to get him. He smiles but nods to me, so I thank him and run to the furniture that hide all the snacks to take the one I want and go back to my spot.

"I smell food!" Jungeun's nose drags him to us, but I shove some chips in my mouth and peek at him. "And you come because of that?" our father looks at him but speaks as if he was feeling like a server. "Yes," the boy giggles but gets by my side to slide his hand in the bag of my snack and steal some of them.

I'm not even going to say anything. I eat with him.

"Dad," he chews loudly but bends over the kitchen island to copy me, "Do you know who drove us back home today?" he smiles at him, but our father shakes his head, focusing on what he's doing. "Y/n."

"Y/n?" he raises his eyes up but grins, "Isn't she your teacher now?"

"Yes, but Jungkook was supposed to have a private lesson with her that got canceled. So she proposed to drive him home, but since I didn't want to be on the bus with all the stupid teenagers, I asked him if he could ask her to take me with them, and she accepted," he explains him everything that happens, but my heart beats fast at the thought of it, recalling her body near mine, and how sexy she is when she drives.

"That's really sweet of her," he speaks about her softly, smiling while continuing. "I know right, she's the best teacher," he takes some of my chips again but leans closer to me, "Isn't she?" he teases me in front of him, but I act cool, "Yes, she is."

"And she was even wearing a cleavage today...she was terribly hot," he smirks but throws me a little look full of provocation. "What a shame I didn't get to see it," our father dares to react to it with a chortle going out of his mouth. "What about mom?" I remark, not liking the way he talks about another woman when he has our mother.

"I'm joking," he smiles but drops his knife to grab hold of a bowl, "I know my wife is perfect."

"But boobs are boobs," Jungeun doesn't shut his dirty mouth, making me want to just punch him hard in the face by testing my patience, "And hers are pretty."

"Shut up, for fuck's sake,"  I growl and look daggers at him, no longer standing his words. "He's right, Jungeun, don't talk like that about women," he finally agrees with me and puts him back on his place. "What...? I'm not saying anything bad. I just said her breasts are pretty."

"Keep it to yourself," I set my eyes back on our dad and turn my bag of chips to the other side to not let him eat them anymore. "What's wrong about that? My friends always talk like that about the girls, they even tell them. It's a compliment."

"A compliment? Are you fucking dumb?" I get mad for real this time, not liking the way he's behaving only to be like his brainless friends. "When you talk about a woman, you don't talk about her breasts or ass as if she was just a doll, unless you're a disrespectful and uneducated guy. Dammit..." I sigh heavily after going off.

"Fine..." he calms down after hearing in my voice that I was more than serious. "And how do I compliment a girl then...?" he now asks, curious to know what he's unaware of. "You tell her what she believes to not be true," my father takes the upper hand to do it for me. "If you know she's insecure about her body, you tell her that her body is perfect the way it is. You don't ever wait for her to say that she find herself 'ugly' or 'fat' to tell her that she's cute or pretty, that her smile makes you feel soft or that you like having her close to you because she's really like a pill of happiness. When she does something you find cute, you tell her in a subtle manner. Don't ever lie though, good girls won't like a sweet talker, so don't over compliment her."

"Is that how you got mom?" he grins but crosses his arms, listening to him as I'm doing it. He smiles but lays his hands on the flat surface, to look at us. "Each time I would compliment her, she would laugh and hit me then say 'Stop it'. She was just shy and didn't know how to react, but that was even cuter to me."

"Do you still find her as beautiful as she was before?" he dares to doubt our mother's beauty. "Of course I do. She's the most beautiful woman to me."

"That's cringy but cute," he giggles while I'm happy to hear those words about her. "Honestly, if you had the possibility to pick between her and y/n who is younger, imagine if she was deeply in love with you, that she would be faithful and only love you for the rest of your life. Who would you choose?"

He's really going to get my freaking fist in his face, I swear. "I'd go towards your mother without any hesitation because I'd never want to ruin what I have right now only for a younger girl. No matter how perfect she would be, I don't care, she's not your mother with who I built everything in my life."

I smile at this amazing man I hope I'll be in the future but see him notice me. "I hope you'll both get someone as perfect as your mother because you'll see how life can be great with someone good by your side."

"But what if you love someone you cannot date?" he lets out but sets me in some nervousness, making me feel like he's mentioning a way too familiar story. "What do you mean?"

"Well, a friend of mine is in love with his young teacher. What happens in that case?" he asks but has no idea how much I do not want to hear the answer. I know that if our father says something, it means it's the only truth. So if he says that it's better to give up because that's forbidden, I cry.

"Hm...in this case..." he rubs his hands together but touches the kitchen island. "I don't know, if they're both at a legal age, this is still forbidden but love is love, this always happens a bit unexpectedly, but the problem here is that the teacher could lose her job, and this could also be very bad for her reputation if the school ever gets to know about the relationship."

Great...this is as positive as I expected. Now I can get in my bed and cry. "But...what if they can keep the relationship secret until the student becomes an adult and ends his last year?"

"She could also maybe wait before being in a relationship with him, if he doesn't want to wait, then he doesn't love her enough. The best solution would be to just date once he's not her student anymore so that they can be free and do what they want with each other without risking to get her in real trouble."

"Yeah," he nods while I'm remaining silent. The good side of it in his version is that no matter how difficult this is, they still end up together so...I wish I could live this with her.

— Next day —

Thursday, September 25, 2019.

7:40 am.

After avoiding my best friends, I make my way to the classroom where Miss Han should be and apply some rosy lip balm, making sure my lips won't be dry. I also ruffle my hair and make sure my white t-shirt is well fixed into my tight black trousers. I regret putting my leather jacket on, I'm hot as hell.

Anyway, I'm not in front of the door. I take a few seconds for my breathing to be steady, and then, I knock on the door.

Once I hear the voice of Miss Han's reverberate through the room, I smile and walk in. She hasn't forgotten what we said yesterday, she's here. Once I lay my eyes on her, I first look at her black, leather circle skirt, and the red blouse she wears, before gazing into her eyes with a smile.

"Good morning," she returns the gaze but makes me shy, I bite my lips and bow to her, getting her to do the same and allow me to move up to my desk after telling her 'Good morning' as well.

"How are you doing?" she gets interested in knowing how I feel, but I take my jacket off and sit down before her table. "I'm doing well...what about you?"

"I'm fine," she brushes the tip of her nose but goes back on her chair and gazes down at her book. "What would you like to work on today?"

"Uhm..." I realize after this question that I didn't prepare anything since I came here only to see her. "I...to continue what we were doing the other day..."

"With the verbs?" she remembers and I nod, gazing at her but putting my arms under the table nervously. She smiles at me in the softest manner, peeking up at me as if something was attracting her eyes. I gulp down but bounce my leg, wondering why she's looking at me that way.

"You know that I asked you to always prepare the subject you want to work on for our private lesson, don't you?" she breaks the silence that was making me feel pretty nervous, and I acquiesce, "Yes...but...I forgot...I apologize."

"Well, you're pretty early though, I thought you were ready," she has a glimpse of her luxury watch but stops turning the pages of her book. "Oh...it's..." I lose my words and bring my hand up to my head to scratch it. "It's because I didn't forget to come...but I forgot to prepare the work..."

She chuckles as if I was being dumb but keeps her eyes on me for some stressful seconds, getting my heart to panic and cause my hiccups problem to resurface. "So, you know you have to come here for my lesson, but you don't prepare the subject. Why do you come here then?"

If only I could answer with the truth. I smile at her but drop my look on her glossy lips. "It's...I wanted to be here..."

"All right then," she doesn't go any further into this but gives attention to her laptop. "You can take your stuff," she tells me as I forgot I didn't take anything out, so I do it and lay my pencil case and notebook on my desk. "Here are the verbs," she mumbles in a cute voice and puts her glasses on.

She doesn't seem uncomfortable after the little mistake of yesterday, I hope she still liked the picture though, I can't pretend to not want her to have stared at it for a moment just to enjoy it.

"So, let's start, you can come to the whiteboard," she stands up with the light fabric of her blouse moving under her movement. The red and black is amazingly sexy on her and her makeup is even softer today, I love it even more like this.

I stop daydreaming and move up to walk towards her, she first writes the three groups one by one on the different parts of the whiteboard, so I stay still with my eyes on her.

I watch every move she makes with her high heels but recall how she looks like when she wears nothing.

As soon as she turns around, I throw my eyes in another direction. She hands me the marker, so I take it and glance up at her. "You can start with the verb 'Vouloir'."

"Vouloir...?" I try to repeat it but check the three groups. It ends with 'oir' which means, it belongs to the third group. Since I'm pretty confident about this, I walk up to it, and she follows me, so I put my eyes on her to ask for her to tell me if I'm right or wrong. "It's right," she reads my mind and nods to me.

I write the verb on there and do as I did the other day. "If you know it belongs to this group, can you tell me what the others are for?" her question doesn't trick me, I direct my look towards the two other parts and give her the answer. "The first one is for the verbs ending in 'er' expect for 'Aller', and the second one is for the verbs ending in 'ir'..." my eyes check her reaction shyly.

"All right, but then why have you put this verb here?" she attempts to find a way to make me say something wrong, but I smile and stare at her. "Because all the irregular verbs belong to this group, and this one ends in 'oir'."

"Hm, I see that you studied. I'm proud of you," she says the words I always wanted her to tell me, but the heat of my body raises, and I rub my neck nervously, before averting my eyes from hers to conjugate the verb. "However, you still forgot some things," she takes my joy away from me.

"You were right about the first group but forgot to mention that for the second one,  the verbs ending with 'ir' belong to this group only if they have the infinitive in 'ir' and the present participle in 'issant'," she corrects me even though I knew it but left this detail out. "So—"

"But—" our voice synchronize, but my arm moved up to the left right when she went forth, getting my hand to brush past her breast heavily and make me yank it back in the line of my body.

My body goes on fire, but I widen my eyes unconsciously, feeling the beating of my heart race after this arousing sensation. She doesn't even look at me as if nothing happened but only takes my marker. I'm still frozen but hot, something is happening in my body. I think I should sit down..

I stare at her as she's writing something where I left my words, and I clench my hand into fist. I'm pretty sure my neck and ears are red right now, I don't want her to look at me again.