❝ I don't think I can hold on anymore. ❞
He hated seeing her being in pain.
This story unfolds the tragic tale about an ill tomboy falling for her goody-two-shoes tutor. She knew too little about what unrequited love could do to her.
━ ❍ mental dis...
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A/n ; I LITERALLY CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE.
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15 : opening up
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❝ Your well-being matters, Park Jangmi. ❞
Did it really? To whom? Him?
Jangmi didn't wanna believe as she shook such funny thoughts away from her head. ❝ You already finished teaching for today, right? Shouldn't you be leaving already? ❞ Totally neglecting his concerns about her, the student just coldly closed her books, indirectly demanding her tutor to leave the room.
Jake sensed how she wanted to ask for space although she's not asking it nicely.
Sliding one of the shoulder straps on, Jake glided his eyes for the last time of today at the youngster. ❝ Hope you're able to drop smoking soon. ❞ was what her kindhearted tutor stated before leaving her all alone inside the hushed room.
Poker-faced, the youngster didn't even retort a response and just kept a straight face still on her plain face.
A scoff was released from her mouth the moment he closed the door shut.
Chuckling, Jangmi just took out her pack of cigarettes, gifted by one of her mutuals as she took out one of the narrow cylinders and stared at it. ❝ Drop it, he says? ❞ A simper implanted on her ethereal face as she surely wanted to go against her tutor's idea.
