chapter 12 | Eye contact

I grip onto the straps of my school bag, but another voice echoes through the hallways to ask for her attention.

"Ma'am," Jaehyuk smiles at her but slightly bumps into me after running, on purpose. "Gosh, can I talk to you in private? Please," this piece of shit ruins everything. Miss Han peeks at me as she must have understood I'm annoyed by his presence. "Wait just a minute," she puts him aside for me. "What did you want to tell me, Jungkook?"

I sigh but glare at Jaehyuk. "Nevermind...I wanted to talk to you in private as well..." I step away to leave, but to my greatest surprise, Miss Han calls my name. "Let's talk," she chooses me over him. "We'll talk afterward if you have the time, Jaehyuk."

"But that was really important, Ma'am," he attempts to get her as he can clearly see I'm the one she wants to focus on. "It is important to Jungkook as well, so wait, please," she walks up to me but gives me the best satisfaction ever.

I smile at her and do not even care about provoking Jaehyuk, he keeps his frustration to himself but still jostles me once he passes by me. "Jaehyuk," she mentions it and doesn't let him go away with this. "You apologize right now."

I can't believe she's defending me when I didn't even pay attention to his provocations. I lay my eyes on him and try not to smirk. "I don't do anything, Ma'am."

"Yes, you did. Do not imply that I'm lying. You apologize to him right now," she stares at him with earnestness in her gaze, almost like when she looked through my soul and killed me with it. "Sorry," he doesn't take his eyes off of her but just walks away, rudely.

She sighs heavily and looks at me, bothered by his behavior. "It's okay, Miss Han. I don't care about him," I reassure her and smile, receiving this same facial expression from her. "I just don't like him to disrespect you like that but anyway, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well...I believe it's a bit too late now, but I just wanted to ask you if you're free for a private lesson?" I dare to ask her with less anxiousness than I did before. "I mean...if you're free and if you want to."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jungkook, but I have a lot of things to prepare for tomorrow, and I really don't have the time to do it today," she shows her honesty, apologizing when she doesn't have to. "It's all right. I understand, don't worry. I just wanted to ask in case it would have been possible," I grin to make sure she doesn't feel bad, and I push on my straps to intertwine my fingers together. "What was it about? Have you not understand some things during my lesson?"

"No, it was just to continue the exercises with the verbs," I shake my head. "But I understood everything today."

She stares at me as if she was cogitating, offering me a few seconds to swim in her soul and enjoy her eyes connected with mine. "If you have any questions or that you're lost, text me and I'll see if I can facetime with you or not. Is that okay with you?"

"We could facetime?" I use my finger to point us out instinctively but gape. "Yes, we can. That will be easier for you if it requires more time."

"Oh, then I'll text you if needed," I smile but grip the strap of my bag I don't want to let go of. "Great. Now," she looks around us to check something. "Well, I guess Jaehyuk is gone, so we can leave as well," she tucks one of her hands in a pocket of her jacket while holding her handbag and goes up to the stairs. I follow her but try to find a good matter of discussion.

We walk down the stairs to reach the lower floor, her skirt reminding me of what happened earlier when she landed on my crotch with her spread legs. I'm not going to lie, I had an erection and felt like I was about to lose all the control and cum. That was embarrassing, but nonetheless, that felt good.

As I realized I was talking to myself, Miss Han opens the door and goes out, keeping it still to let me step out as well. I smile at her and move forth to be by her side.

"Will we have a test on Monday?" I voice out to speak before being drifted apart from her. "No. If you had, I would have warned you," she smiles and takes her car keys out of her bag now that we're close to her vehicle. "Ah, good then."

She unlocks the doors and stands next to it. She opens the door on the driver's side and gazes up at me, the guy who finds it hard to leave. "Do you want a ride to your house?" she proposes. I grin like a kid and do not refuse this. "Come inside," her words end in my brain the wrong way, and I head up to the passenger side to join her.

'Come inside' sounds way too good, this makes me think of something else that I cannot talk about or think about. If I do, I'll imagine us in a sexual context where she would tell me to come inside. Crap.

"Do I have to pick your brother up at the bus stop?" she inserts the key in the ignition, and I nod while traveling through my sinful thoughts. "All right, let's go," she lays her eyes on the rearview mirror, getting me to peek down at her thighs that look even thicker in this position. I do not keep them there since I don't want to get caught and be considered as a pervert, but now that I have the image of those pretty thighs on my mind, I keep them printed in my brain.

•••

8:40 pm.

< i need your help asap ]

I huff at the sight of Jaehyun's text but still answer him.

[ what do you want? >

< I had a dream about Miss Han and we were kissing. Guess what😏 ]

[ idgaf >

< you ruined my fckin dream by entering it! Then Miss Han told me 'I'm sorry jae but I love Jungkook' and she walked away and broke my heart...😖 because of you little shit ]

[ pray for your dreams to come true please🤣 >

< go to hell. Miss Han's heart is mine ]

[ i was about to say 'in your dreams' but even in them she prefers me over you🤭. Ans why the hell were you sleeping at this hour? >

< bro. My nap obviously🙄 I need to refresh my brian every three hours ]

[ sure. Refresh your BRIAN pfft >

< shut up! You wrote ans! And who the hell laughs with a 'pfft'?! Just leave me alone now, I need to recover from my nightmare ]

[ yeah, be ready because this might happen in real life🤭 >

I leave this conversation that I don't want to continue and put my work aside to only have Miss Han on my mind. I relax on my seat and play with my lips, biting them and licking them as the accident of earlier hasn't left me yet. I keep on thinking about how it felt exactly when she was sitting astride me. I could feel my cock between her thighs, pressing onto her core. That was terribly satisfying, even if I was lost in the panic of the moment, the few seconds that seemed long were enough for my body to memorize how this feels when she's on top of me.

Why did she stare at me though? She blushed for the first time since the beginning of this year. She blushed because of me, maybe from embarrassment but still. There are so many options as to why she blushed that I cannot know which one it is.

I should stop thinking about this, but I can't, and I won't.

— Next day —

Friday, September 26, 2019.

10 am.

"Dongsik," I grasp his attention now that we're alone. "What?" he drifts his eyes up to mine, leaving his phone screen for a moment. I walk down the stairs but speak in a low voice. "Do you know...if it's possible to ask for another French book to Miss Han? I haven't seen her yet and that annoys me."

"Another French book? Why?" he frowns. I gulp down but keep the real reason for this to myself. "I spilled some coffee on it..." I lie and cross my fingers for him to believe it. "Uhm...you hate coffee."

Shit. "That's not true...I like cappuccino..." I check every face in here, looking for Miss Han who I want to see. I used to love Fridays, but now that it's the only day of the week that I don't have any lesson with Miss Han, this is the day I hate the most.

"Well, wait for her here. She will probably get into the teacher's room," he gives me a good idea that I already had, so I stand on my spot to stay at the bottom of the stairs. "What did you do to the book?" he smirks, but I tuck my hands in the pockets of my tight, ripped jeans to act cool. "I told you, I spilled coffee on it. Half of it is ruined."

"I know how to get rid of coffee, you can give it to me and—"

"No, you don't," I cut him off, feeling nervous about this. "I searched for a solution on Google. There's none."

"Sure," he chuckles and goes back on his phone, so I focus on the people passing by to only wait for the female body to appear. I'm scared to face her about this, I did not spill any coffee on that book, I was just excited while thinking about what happened yesterday, and I couldn't hold back from pleasuring myself. Too bad for me, I forgot my book was opened on my desk and I stained it.

That is exactly what I will not say to anyone, I will just make them believe my cappuccino ruined the pages, even if I hate lying to her.

"Miss Han!" I call her once she comes within sight and run towards her, getting her attention momentarily, with a sweet smile. "Yes, Jungkook?"

"Uhm..." I clear my throat, feeling the guilt rush through my veins for the lie I'm about to tell. "I...Is it possible to get a new French book? The one with all the exercises in it...?"

"Why are you asking that?" she gazes into my eyes, making me feel even worse. I was thinking of her when that happened, and now I have to face the consequences. "I...I spilled my cappuccino on it..."

"Oh," she does not show any distrust. "Well, if you read the rules, you're supposed to pay a new one, but if you want, you can bring it back to me—"

"No," I interrupt her out of stress. "I mean...It's...it's totally ruined..." I stutter, witnessing her get suspicious the more I'm digging my own grave. "But you can still bring it to me to have the proof. Like this, you do not have to pay it, and I give you mine."

"Well...uhm...I threw it out..." my falsehood kills me from the inside, her glossy lips parting. "You threw it out? Jungkook, do you know how expensive it is to supply this to all the students in this school?"

"I'm sorry...I meant..." I find another excuse to not see her disappointed. "I didn't throw it out entirely, I cut the stained pages and threw them out because they were all soaked, and when I tried to save them, they were tearing apart and all...that was a mess..." I give her another version without even realizing how ridiculous this sounds.

I am way too bad at lying to someone I love.

"Well..." she sounds less certain. "Tell me which pages it is, and I'll scan them with my book, okay?" she finds a solution for me. I'll just have to cut the pages I stained. "Okay, I don't have it with me right now, so I'll text you this evening, is that all right?"

"Yes, but be more careful next time, Jungkook," she smiles at me. "I know you're clumsy, but keep your drinks or food away from your books next time," she still believes me. "I will. Thank you very much, Miss Han," I grin and finally feel relieved from the fright. I thought I would really have had to bring the book.

She nods to me but walks away.

Now, my friend comes back to me. "Bro, did you cum on it that you're so nervous?" his question makes me flip. "What?! How the hell would— How?!"

He raises his eyebrows, and his eyes widen, both staring at each other awkwardly. "Why the hell would I do that on my book?"

"You read the sentences and think about Miss Han, and bam, you stain your book," he states what happened in a summary, but I scoff and flee away. "I'm not disgusting."

"Why are you so nervous then? I wouldn't give a flying fuck if it was simple coffee," he figures out the whole truth through my reaction. Why do I always have to be so obvious?

"I'm just nervous because I thought she would scold me..." I use it as a pretext while going out. "Hm, yes, sure."

I knew he wouldn't take that crap.

— Three days later —

Monday, September 29, 2019.

8:20 am.

The bell rings the beginning of the classes. I stand before the door to wait for Miss Han to arrive since she wasn't in the room this morning. I was disappointed when I went in and was greeted by the emptiness only, but I guess she had other things to do.

The sound of some pumps taping against the floor draws a smile upon my face, I straighten my back and look in the direction of it, biting my nails nervously.

Once her curves come into view, I press my lips together to make sure the lip balm is spread well, and I smile at her at the exact second that she looks up at me. "Good morning, Jungkook," she returns the kindness and takes her keys out of her bag. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, what about you?" I hide my hands in the pockets of my grey cardigan, smelling her fragrance and contemplating her right in the morning to fill myself with the energy and joy I need for the day. "I am in a great mood today," she unlocks the door, my eyes taking this opportunity to look at her tight leather pants. I would like to tell her she's pretty every morning, but I know this would be inappropriate if I was.

Noticing her body turn towards me, I glance up and avoid her baby-pink top that I know will be even sexier on her once her coat off will be off. "You can get in," she steps back to let me in, so I enter the room, despite the desire I have to stay next to her.

She doesn't stay outside but follows me to head up to her desk, she drops her bag on it, getting comfortable and taking her coat off.

My gosh...this is even better than I thought. The top is tight. Tight enough to make me thirst over her breasts.

I clear my head from all those dirty thoughts and sit down on my chair. "Have you studied this weekend?" her sweet voice melts my heart, and I nod to her, showing my favorite woman that I did as told. "I studied the lessons of the week, and the ones we had together only."

"You're a good boy," she praises me and puts a smile on my face. She has no idea how hard she could make me with those words.

I glance down and stick my finger in my mouth to bite on it, feeling all agitated internally. She called me a good boy, nothing else could make me happier.

I peek up at her as I was staring at my desk, but I fall upon her already having her attention over me, bent over the desk with her hands flattened on it. "Are you hungry?" her sentences never stop to get twisted in my brain. She chuckles at me. "No...why?"

"Your finger, in your mouth," she glances down and stretches her arm out to focus on her laptop. I take my finger away to not be humiliated in front of her but clench my legs once I set my eyes on her. Does she even know how enticing it is for me to see her bent over? I have to fight against my hormones.

"Do you have your book? You didn't spill anything on it again, I hope," she reminds me of this when I almost forgot about it. I shake my head and smile at her, shifting my legs unceasingly. "I try to stop being clumsy..."

She doesn't say anything but shows her cuteness. Right when we make eye contact, I bite my lips, and to my greatest surprise, she doesn't break this connection until the first student comes in, getting my heart to not beat anymore. That was damn heated for me.