chapter 10 | Tight

I'm pretty sure my neck and ears are red right now, I don't want her to look at me again.

'YOUR P.O.V'

I correct his little mistake that he must not have mentioned, feeling him stare after touching me by accident and hearing him hiccup nonstop. I hold my smile back to make sure he doesn't see it but focus on what I'm doing. This is the most adorable hiccups I've never heard in my life, and the face he has whenever he has it is even cuter, he looks like a shy little boy.

"Look, 'apprenons' only has one 'n', not two," I show him after I highlighted the mistake he made but gaze at him, coming across the redness that spread all over his neck and ears. His eyes dart towards the exercises now that my attention is on him, but he nibbles on his inner, upper lip and links his hands together to put them in front of his crotch. His chest jumping at every reflex of his diaphragm.

I let him check his mistake but see no reaction from him. Is he in a daze?

"Don't put two 'n' again, okay?" I try to relax him and speak up. He gulps down heavily and nods without ever looking at me again. I smile at his cuteness and give him back the marker, "You can finish it."

His hand grabs it in a shy manner, but he pulls on his t-shirt and does as told, leaving the fabric of his clothing over his crotch as if he was trying to hide something.

I feel bad to see him so nervous, it's cute, but he's struggling so much that I feel some pity for this boy. "That's perfect," I smile and find a way to release the tension. "You can go back to your seat if you want," I allow him to take some distance and be on his chair, and he nods, gives me back the marker, then steps back.

Without understanding anything, I see him lose his balance as if his foot hit something, but I try to catch his arm, getting me to be dragged in his fall and end on the floor with him because of my high heels, brutally. My hands touch the floor to prevent me from landing all over his body, but I still crash onto him.

A groan left his mouth, the softness of it made it sound like a moan. I keep my hands where they are but feel something hard between my thighs, pressing onto my core. We both stare at each other, but for the first time after a while, my body feels hot under some embarrassment.

His big eyes don't glance away, but his red and glossy lips part as if he were about to say something. At the sight of his rosy cheeks, I make up my mind and move away from him. He does the same but cannot hide his erection anymore.

"I apologize," I bow to him. "No...it...it wasn't your fault, I'm fine," he clears his throat and bites his lips, smiling in the most shy manner. I pass my hand through my hair without even controlling my actions anymore. "Are you okay?" I lick my lips but see him panic on his spot with his own t-shirt. "Ye—Yeah...Uhm...I...Can I leave f—for a minute...?" he asks me, "I need to pee..." he lies, but since this could help us to feel less awkward, I smile and give him the permission to do it.

He flies away in a second and closes the door behind him, so I go back to my chair and try to calm down.

Now that I think about it, I hope I didn't hurt him when I landed on his crotch. He didn't seem in pain but still.

10 minutes later...

The door opens after what felt like an eternity, and I look at him. We only have twenty minutes left before starting the classes, I don't even know how I'm going to act like nothing happened.

I smile at him to not mention the time he took, and he returns the kindness before moving up to the desk facing mine. He doesn't have a boner anymore, what I thought to be true is now confirmed.

"Do you want to continue the conjugation or do something else?" I move my glasses up to my head, letting them rest on it. "Can we...take a break...please?" he bites his lips, but his question causes me to feel a bit astonished. "Why?"

"I suppose that...you don't have casual conversations with your students?" his big and starry eyes look into mine with a lot of interest, and I smile. "Does that mean you want to talk with me? Do you need to get something off your chest?"

He grins cutely but lowers his gaze down to his desk, and he rubs the tip of his fingers on his cheekbone. "Maybe..." his tongue passes over his lips, these ones that are more rosy than they were when he left the room.

"What do you want to talk about?" I allow him to have a break before the classes start, noticing that is making him happy. He smiles but puts his hands under the table, "I always wanted to ask you if...you think I'm a good student...?"

"Of course you are," I answer him with no doubt. "You are very studious, you are respectful towards me even if you sometimes curse at your friends," I let a soft burst of laughter out of my mouth but continue to tell the truth and give him the confidence he deserves to feel. "And you are a sweet boy."

"But...do you think I'm a bad person?" he licks his lips and stares into my eyes as if he was worried about what I could say to reply. "I don't know you that much, but from what I've seen yet, you're a good person."

He beams but gazes down, rubbing the side of his neck nervously. "Why do you ask me that? Do some people tell you otherwise?" I don't let any moment of silence remain since I can notice all his shyness, and he brings his hand down to his lap, "Some...yeah...I mean," he licks his lips but avoids my eyes. "I sometimes doubt and believe I'm not a good person and that I'm stupid because my brother, who's younger than me, is better than I am in every subject..."

"Jungkook," I stare at him but find the right words as much as possible. "Your brother is an intelligent boy, that doesn't mean you're stupid. You just weren't born with this ability that not many people have the chance to receive at birth. His brain is just different from yours, so he has this little thing that makes him smarter than other people in general, but that does not make other people stupid. I'm pretty sure you can do better than him in certain subjects."

"Well...I'm better at sport, video games, and drawing, but...that's all...and honestly..." his smile disappears now that we're having a serious talk which seems to be important to him. "I feel even more stupid when I think about it because...this is ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous?" I tilt my head. "Many people cannot draw, and I remember something Mister Cho said. We were all at the meeting table to talk about our students, the coming tests and plans, and you know what?" I smile at him, but he shakes his head. "He said that he was really impressed by your drawing skills, even more when you told him that you never practiced or tried to be good at it. Each person has its own skills. Either you'll be a mathematician, or you'll be an artist, or you can be both as well. If you don't believe me, then I can assure you that I know some children who are precocious, so clever than any other, but those children often struggle at school because either they have attention problems, because they are abstract thinkers, or they get bored easily. However, that doesn't make them stupid, they are clever and more mature than some adults, but yet, they still get bad marks at school."

My words cause him to show a smile again. I hope he understands what I mean by that. "You always have the words to make me feel better..." his teeth appear, and his expression brightens, giving to me some satisfaction and happiness. "I'm just showing you that you're a smart boy as well, I don't want you to think otherwise."

"Thank you..." he never hides his joy anymore but only behaves in a shy manner, brushing his red ear or his cheekbone. I let my emotions take the upper hand, and I smile. He's one of those students that I won't ever forget.

"Do you have more worries that you want to talk about?" I give him the freedom he must need to release himself from the heavy weight he might have on his shoulders. "I have too many worries to talk it out," he nibbles on his lips that he cannot stop playing with.

I take a look at my watch but lay my eyes back on him. "We have fifteen minutes left, you have the time to talk about what you want," I make sure he knows I'm here to help him if he wants. "Do you give private lessons to other students?" his question surprises me, making me wonder why he would like to know that.

"I sometimes do but not after school, it's often during the lunch break or the ten minutes one when it can be done quickly," I answer him, but notice his mood change. "Oh. Okay."

None of us say something more, he keeps his eyes down to fiddle with the fabric of his t-shirt, and I stare at him, thinking about what I could say to not let this silence linger.

I press my lips together but have something in mind, finally. "If you ever need someone to talk to, remember that I'm here. All right? I know that some students are too afraid to talk to their parents when they're going through something, so if you need someone, I'm here for you."

He nods while smiling. "Thank you..." he raises his chin for his eyes to meet mine. "You're the only one with who I feel comfortable and good..." he glances away. "I mean...I'm quite nervous around you but...still..."

"Why are you?" I chuckle, softly. "You know, I'm not going to eat you," I let my laughter out but see him grin. "I don't know..." he clears his throat.

"I always hear you hiccup once I get too close, I believe that I scare you..." I kindly joke with him but mention this adorable problem he has, which appears only when we're physically close. He giggles at this little remark but becomes all bashful about it. "I'm so sorry that you have to hear that...I don't know why I have it..."

"It's cute, don't worry," I don't keep it to myself no matter how shy he is about it. He doesn't say anything but just remains all diffident in front of this. "If I needed to talk to you when I'm at my house...would you allow me to send you a text or...this is forbidden?"

I think deeply about it before answering him, I wouldn't want him to hold back from sending me a message, and then probably feel worried or hurt about something when I just told him he can talk to me whenever he needs. "You can text me. I trust you, so I don't mind."

"Thank you..." he smiles at me but covers his stomach with his arms, hugging his own body. He looks down at his stuff, his big eyes going everywhere but making me beam uncontrollably. "Have you eaten something this morning?" I ask, caring about him and his health.

He nods to me. "And you?"

"I never eat in the morning," I shake my head. "Oh...but...doesn't your boyfriend tell you do eat?" he presses his thin lips together, glancing down at mine but sometimes peering at my blouse, or the small space that reveals some skin. "I don't have a partner," I tell the truth, despite the fact that is personal information.

"Ah, ok," he exudes a bit too much content after my answer. "Anyway," I smile but stand up. I fix my skirt and walk up to the back of the classroom. "I need to take the new books out. We're soon going to work on the new chapter," I explain as I noticed in Jungkook's eyes that he was wondering what I'm doing.

"Do you want me to help you?" he proposes his help as I just unlocked the doors of the cabinet. "You can if you want," I don't refuse but put the keys down on the desk next to me. Jungkook reaches me out quite quickly and waits by my side, so I take a part of the pilé of books and give it to him.

"Don't let this fall, all right?" I tease him, but he chuckles and gives a nod of his head. "You can give me everything," he doesn't move even with the weight he has in his hold. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm used to it," he says, confidently. Since he seems okay with it, I take the other part and place it over the one he already carries. I take a peek at his face to check if he's all right, and he doesn't flinch or gives signs of struggle.

"Is that all?" he has a glimpse of the inside of the cabinet, but I close it. "Yes, it is," I smile and lock the doors. Jungkook walks up to my desk, and I follow him there.

He leans forth and puts everything down as I'm getting to my chair, once its laid on the table, he makes sure that no book sticks out of the pile. "Thank you very much, Jungkook," I say, and he kindly answers me with a soft gaze. "Do you want me to do something else for you?"

"You can put one on each desk, I feel like you want to move," I laugh in a quiet manner and sit down on my chair, he doesn't complain but does it. He really wants to help, he's so cute and considerate, but I'm not surprised, after seeing him cry, I'm convinced my opinion has a lot of influence on him.

"Oh, and by the way..." he scratches his head but bends over his desk to grab hold of his bag, I watch him and his messy hair. He takes a snack out of his bag and hands it to me, nibbling on his lips but keeping his eyes on it. "You should eat something..."

I take a closer at the snack but feel soft at the sight of it. This is pink and the type of snack a parent would put in their little baby's bag to go to school. I smile at him uncontrollably. "Keep it for yourself, Jungkook. I'm fine."

He doesn't care about what I say but puts it before me, then he takes a pink can out to make it join the snack. "Please, don't pay attention to the packaging. My mom loves the 'aesthetic' stuff as she says to take pictures and publish them so...she forces us to take them with us to school..." he feels embarrassed about it while I find it adorable.

"It's cute," I giggle but look up at him, before getting cut off right when I was about to say something. "This is peach juice...I hope you'll like it," he puts his bag down but turns around to go back to his task. He really ignored the fact I said I wouldn't take what's his.

I sigh but grab the snack to put it next to his stuff. "I give them back to you," I warn him but notice him turn towards me. "Your mother wants you to eat them, so don't give this to someone else."

"No, Ma'am," he comes to me as if it meant a lot to him to do this. "I never eat them anyway, I only eat my sandwich for lunch...really..." the snacks go back on my desk. "Please, eat them. I wouldn't want you to faint because you didn't feed yourself."

"I never fainted," I smile but let him have the last word, I take the snack and open this Pikachu Churro. "There's always a first time for everything..." he glances up into my eyes before walking away.

A stubborn boy, but a caring one.

•••

12 pm.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Han," one of my students bows to me as the words left his mouth softly. I bow back, "See you tomorrow, Yoojin," I smile at him, and he goes out with his friends. I put my last belonging in my handbag to get ready to leave but a delicate and timid voice I barely hear daily fills my ears. I look up at the sound of it and see Jungeun telling me goodbye.

I smile at him, despite the bleakness he expresses. "See you tomorrow, Jungeun. Have a good day," I bow back to his but drop my eyes on his hand, noticing an odd stain on the end of his white dress shirt's sleeve. "Wait," I stop him and walk up to him before he could leave.

He gazes at me with confusion, but I take his hand and lift it to have a glimpse of what seems to be blood on his cloth. I only have the time to peek at his wrist, he moves his hand away from me.

I look up into his eyes, astonished by his reaction. "What's that?" some pain overwhelms me, those images I now have of the bruises over his forearm hurting me. "Nothing, Miss Han," he denies it.

This is the typical reaction I get once I try to face a student that has to deal with harassment. This can't be his brother, right? The Jungkook I know wouldn't do this to him.

"Hey," I stand before him to stare into his eyes and show I care. "If something wrong is happening, you can talk to me about it. You wanted to talk to me the other day, and you left, but now I'm worried about you..."

His eyes look deep into mine, searching for a way to know what is good and wrong to do in this situation. I reach out for him and touch his arm, but he doesn't flinch. This might be a sign that it doesn't come from someone he trusts, but I might be wrong. I maybe don't know his family as much as I thought, or this is one of his friends.

"Tell me, I'm here for you, Jungeun. I care about you a lot," I put him at ease as much as I can, seeing in his body language that it doesn't make him uncomfortable, but instead, helps him to think about the right answer to this.

He suddenly drops his look to the ground, lifts one arm up to his eyes, and covers them to cry. "Jungeun..." my heart shatters into pieces, and I hurry to step towards the door to close it and go back to him. "Sit down here," I lead him to the first chair I see, and he goes down on it. I take his bag to leave it on the floor but squat down in front of him and take his hand in mine. "Don't cry, Jungeun. You can explain to me what's wrong, and I'll be here to help you to solve this problem."

"I can't talk about it..."