chapter 13 | Guilt

That was damn heated for me.

"Good morning, Ma'am," a friend of Jaehyuk walks in. "I missed you," he beams at her, his fakeness shining in the whole room. "Good morning, Songjin," she answers in a cold manner. Compared to the way she talked to me some minutes ago, this sounds like annoyance, and I like it.

"How was your weekend?" he doesn't leave her alone as she's greeting every student with her warm smile. "It was good, but too short," she walks up to the door now that the room is full.

Wait. She told me she is in a great mood, that doesn't match with this reply.

"You can sit down," she gives them the permission to take a seat, so they all do it. Her eyes direct their attention on me, making my heart lose its composure. "Can you tell me where we ended the lesson? I forgot to write it," her voice now goes back to the soft tone she used earlier with me, and she looks at me with way less sternness. I nod to her and hurry to open my book to get to the page where I put a little piece of paper in order to make sure I would know where we stopped.

"Page nu—"

"Eight, Ma'am," Jaehyuk cuts me off to give her the answer, getting on my nerves after only some short seconds. "Did I ask the question to you, Jaehyuk?" she responds in a serious manner, staring at him with the type of authority that I find sexy. "I just wanted to be kind and answer you, Miss Han."

"If you were kind, you wouldn't have interrupted your classmate. So unless I address you, you keep quiet," she speaks in the most strict manner she never did before, getting me to feel like a little boy she wants to protect. I smirk but hide this with my hand while Jaehyuk just took the remark in his teeth and glanced down.

The whole classroom remains quiet after this little confrontation, and Miss Han looks down at her laptop. However, Dongsik turns around to lay his eyes on me and shows how shocked he is at the reaction that she had. I just smirk at him, and he chuckles in a quiet manner to not get caught but put his eyes back on our teacher.

"All right, let's start with the sentence number two," she slides the book closer to the laptop and lowers the screen of this one. "Jaehyuk, since you want to participate, get to the board and translate the first three sentences," she doesn't look up at him but takes her book to walk to the side and get closer to the windows.

That's so hot when she gets angry.

This guy listens and does as told, going up to the board with his piece of paper. I don't look at what he's doing but only get my eyes on Miss Han. "Jungkook," my name leaves her red lips. "You will translate the three other sentences, okay?" she becomes the soft woman for me, so I nod to her with a smile.

"You can already go," she gestures me with a soft curve of her lips, so I grab my piece of paper and move up to the whiteboard. I reach it but look for a marker on the teacher's desk, not finding anything on it. I glance up at Miss Han and feel dumb. "There's no other marker..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she hurries towards me, passing behind Jaehyuk, she comes very close to me but squats down right in front of my body to take hold of her bag.

Her face was right in front of my crotch, which is like the worst thing that can happen in front of the whole class since I don't want to have a boner. "Here you are," she hands it to me and puts her bag on the floor. I thank her and take it.

I do my job as told, transcribing on the board what is written on my piece of paper. "Did you study at all?" she asks but stresses me out. I look into her direction with a trembling heart that kills me, but I notice she's not addressing me. "I didn't."

"Good," she acquiesces and puts her eyes on me, getting me to rush mine back towards my sentences. Jaehyuk who stopped replying to Miss Han goes back to his desk while I'm finishing my third sentence. However, the sweet and gentle scent I love the most suddenly runs through my nose, and a female body comes closer.

I peek on my left, shyly, feeling her next to me. I bite onto my upper lip but take some more time to write, loving the closeness with her as she's correcting what Jaehyuk did.

Since I cannot take a whole minute to write one word, I end this and closes the marker, lean closer to Miss Han, and leave it on the desk, before walking up to my seat.

"That's perfect, Jaehyuk," she praises him. "You haven't written a single sentence without making a mistake," this positivity ends in a second. She turns around after correcting all the wrong things he did, but he only gazes at her with lack of concern. "May I know why you haven't studied?"

"I didn't want to," he smirks but toys with his pencil. "What's worth trying anyway? As long as your little Jungkook works well, that's the only thing that matters. Am I wrong?"

She gives a sour smile and puts her book down. "You—"

"He's just jealous, he's trying to look for trouble, Ma'am. Don't give him the attention he doesn't deserve," Dongsik stands up for her, doing something I should do. "Jealous?" Jaehyuk scoffs at him, acting haughty in front of the woman he knows he cannot fool anymore. "I'll never be jealous of an ass-wipe, dude."

"Ah yeah?" my best friend turns towards him, going to bat for Miss Han. "Then why have you been desperately trying to get her attention since the beginning of this year? Isn't it being an ass-wipe?"

"I don't—"

"Stop it right now," she puts an end to it. "If you don't want to study, then don't. I'm here to help you, to instruct you, not to be your parent. So if you don't want to listen then that is not my problem. You do you," she brushes him off with the good words and now focuses on what I did.

"Wow. What a good teacher you are, Miss Han. Is that the good example to give? Not caring about your students?" he retaliates. "I'm really disappointed in you. I truly believed you were a good teacher—"

"Leave her alone, goddammit. You're supposed to be freaking mature, not a damn kid she has to take care of and educate, so shut up," I exclaim, glaring at him and getting his attention. "Here's the teacher's pet getting mad."

"Mad?" I chuckle but do not surrender to this. "Aren't you the one acting like an upset kid that tries everything possible to get her attention now that she doesn't care about your flirty behavior anymore? You know damn well you thought your sweet-talk would work, but since it doesn't, you act immature just to have a sort of revenge and piss her off."

"Guys—" Miss Han leaves the exercises to stop us, but Jaehyuk does not care. "You're so fucking—"

"Jaehyuk, if you reply just one more time or curse, I'll get you out of this room. All right?" she does her best to remain calm in front of this, dealing with a fight she must not have wanted to witness. "Well," he stands up, throws his chair in the desk, and picks his stuff up. "Have a good lesson," he walks between the desks to head to the door and leave.

Once he's out, she heaves a sigh and gazes down, the effect of this altercation obviously exuding from her. I don't like to see her like that, it hurts me, and I just want to give her a hug.

•••

10 am.

All the students leave the classroom except for me while Dongsik is talking to Miss Han. This is pobably related to what happens earlier, I could notice the change in her behavior after Jaehyuk deliberately left the room, she must have been hurt by his words.

I pretend to be a bit slow while filling my bag with my stuff, taking a peek at them every second. She smiles at him and nods, her chin slightly raised up to be able to look at the tall man facing her. I know how mature he can be, even if he likes to joke a lot, he's the most mature guy among us. She speaks a few last words to him, his hand brushes past her arm to make it seem like a reassuring touch, but my jealousy burns me from the inside. What if she likes that handsome, tall, attractive guy?

Please, tell me she doesn't.

After crying internally, I see him bow to her, and he walks out of the room, giving me the freedom to go towards her. I close the zipper of my bag and go up to her. "Miss Han..." I speak, tenderly.

"Hey, are you not taking your small break?" she gathers her stuff, acting different from usual. "I am..." my saliva goes down my throat, the uncountable questions running through my head. "Are you okay...?" I ask her.

"Yes, I am," she lies to me, her forced smile looking obvious. "What Jaehyuk said to you is not true. I hope you don't believe him. You're really the best teacher ever..."

"Don't worry about that, Jungkook," she stops her actions and lays her hands on her bag to gaze at me. "I knew I would have to deal with this type of student at some point. He's one among a hundred others who appreciate, or at least respect me, that doesn't mean anything to me."

"I hope you know that you're perfect," I nervously brush the desk with my fingers, feeling the nervousness creeping up inside of me after those words I thought I would never dare to say. "Thank you, Jungkook," she smiles, faintly, but grabs hold of her hand bag.

I do not say anything more, holding back from complimenting her too much. "I'm proud of you and how much your skills are improving every day," she changes of subject, putting her coat on. "You're an amazing student, and I'm glad to see you being so attentive and assiduous in your work. You might reach my level with one year only if you keep going this way," she giggles with softness and makes me beam.

"I really like learning French, and I want to make you proud of me...I'm a bit perfectionist so...I guess that's why..." I find a pretext to explain my behavior towards her. I wish I could give her some hints, but I'm scared this might turn into something terrible with no possible return. "Then you don't have to worry, I'm always proud of you no matter the marks you get, you're a hard worker," she chuckles and holds her hand bag, putting her chair properly.

I smile at her, and she leads me to the outside of the room. I wonder what Dongsik told her, what he talked about. I assume this was about the fight of earlier as well, but this might be something else.

"Also..." she turns around after locking the door. "This is sweet of you to stick up for me, but I want you to not get involved in those types of fights. This will only give him the satisfaction he wants if he gets your attention or the other students one, so don't say anything anymore, okay?" she tells me with a soft gaze to make me understand she doesn't mean to be upset. "Okay, I will," I agree.

"Thank you," she smiles but walks towards the stairs, so I follow her since I take the same way.

— Next day —

Tuesday, September 31, 2019.

6:40 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

The birds chirping, the sun shining through the curtains of my bedroom, I roll onto my back and lay my hand onto my stomach while the other is buried under my pillow.

"Y/n," the male voice that I know by heart whispers my name close to my ear and puts a smile on my face. I turn my head to the left to have his features in sight, and his hand joins mine on my body. "Hm?" I ask for him to tell me something.

"Hm," he mimics me and chuckles, softly. His eyes remain focused on my lips, making me feel good right in the morning, with his tender and adorable self.

He presses a kiss on my lips. I close my eyes again, and he keeps this contact going, kissing me, touching me. His fingers slide down my stomach, and he goes to the bottom of my nightdress to grab the bottom.

"Tilt your hips up, baby," he whispers against my lips, so I do as told to let him pull it up to my chest and reveal my naked body. "Already?" I chuckle but this man nods, both of us looking in each other's eyes. "I was a bit too clumsy the other night, I need to make it up," he smiles but kisses my lips again, giving me some pleasure to start the day well.

⚠️MATURE CONTENT TILL THE END.

I don't move but only spread my legs, and without breaking the kiss, he drags his masculine hand down my body and brushes his fingers past my inner thigh to tease me. "Tell me if I'm doing good," his tongue touches my lips for a more enticing kiss, and I just let out a humming sound to not separate our skins, making him slide his tongue inside my mouth to then embrace my lips with his thin ones.

I exhale sharply once his long middle finger slides between the lips to turn me on, but a smirk formed by his lips press onto mine. As the weakness can be felt in the kiss in consequences of the sexual pleasure he's giving me, he pulls away and drifts his lips to my sensitive neck. 

"Baby..." I bite my lips, loving what he's giving me. He makes it tender, slow, but hard in sensations. He doesn't keep his fingers where they were but aim my inner part for now, making me crave for more. As my breath is becoming heavy, I do not open my eyes anymore, but he goes lower and lower, kissing his way down to my lower abdomen and leaving me breathless.

I shiver at the exact moment that his lips enters in contact with my sensitive spot, all the pleasure runs wild inside of me, and he goes lower to lick the lips and get between my legs. I'm slowly losing my mind, and he doesn't make this stop, he rubs his thumb between the wet lips and starts to flick his tongue on my clit, getting me to shake and get stimulated by some strong waves of electricity.

"Baby..." I moan and move my pelvis unconsciously, gripping onto the pillow next to me, he keeps his head between my thighs and now uses his thumb on my clit to slide his tongue lower and go a bit faster, jerking it up and down and making me dripping wet. The orgasm is growing so fast inside of me, all my muscles are spasming from time to time, and I know for sure, I'm soon going to come.

At the feeling of his finger tracing some circles on my clit with the perfect pressure, I whine, feeling the warmth, the wetness there, he pushes his tongue a bit further between the lips before straightening up. I don't open my eyes, I take it in and revel in this orgasm I can feel building up.

"Am I being a good boy now?" three of his fingers go down to penetrate me, and he moves them at warp speed, from side to side to give me the ecstatic sensations to the full, losing my breath, my mind, and head, my lips part, and no answer comes out of me, just a whimper. He keeps up the pace as my hips are slightly thrusting to beg him to not stop, my voice echoing though the room a bit louder and more frequently. My entire body heats up, my breathing speeds up, and I pant now that I'm hitting the climax, his fingers causing a mess, provoking wet noise, he doesn't even let me calm down or relax, he pulls his fingers out and inserts his cock, making me gasp at his thickness.

He thrusts inside of me, his body leaning over mine for his lips to kiss my neck, and his hair to tickle my cheek. "Y/n..." he rasps my name in my ear, making me cum all over his cock without even expecting it. However, I suddenly get controlled by multiple orgasms in a row. The feeling of his cock going back and forth inside of me, I moan on repeat, and all my limbs contract to let this amazing feeling rush through me while he's slamming into my sweet spot, vigorously and strongly.

"Jungkook—"

My eyes open.

My heart beating fast, my body sweating on my empty bed, the alarm keeps on ringing, but I pant and look around me. Still feeling the tingles between my thighs, I clench them instinctively but feel extremely sensitive and affected by the wet dream I just had.

This is so wrong, why the hell did I just dream of him? What is wrong with me?

I bite my lips but grab my phone to stop this shrieking sound, then put it back down to retrieve my previous position. I take a moment to calm down and close my eyes again, the image of him between my thighs, close to me, kissing me, those ones are going to be hard to handle today. I cannot believe this happened, how I going to face him?

I rub my hand onto my face and sigh, gradually getting back to a normal state. I need to get up and get ready to leave.