"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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J U N G K O O K
'I HAD TO FIX MYSELF' my ass.
There was nothing going to be fixed. Because if I had been thinking about fixing myself I wouldn't be thinking about sex right now when y/n was silently making her assignment sitting next to me.
Definitely the worst timing, but I couldn't help. Not with that little skirt of her, she was killing me. I lowered my gaze again on her crossed legs under the table.
You're being a pervert Jeon.
My fist tightened and at this rate I knew there were going to be big holes in my hand. The way I had been cutting my own flesh to bring me back to my senses.
I breathed out and turned my eyes on my Macbook again, the pain felt on my hand reminding me of the situation. I am her Professor. I shouldn't—
"Mr Jeon?" No please! Don't call me like that.
"Yes?"
"Can you do a proof check? I haven't completed it yet , but it would be great if I could correct my mistakes if there are any."
With every word leaving her pink lips, her eyes emphasised with greater impact. She shifted her laptop to my side of the table and rested her hands on her thighs like an obedient student waiting for their teachers' remarks.
I read her passage and all this time she didn't take her eyes away from me.
"It's fine. Nothing to change," I pushed her laptop back to her. A glint of pride formed inside me, I knew she had this in her. She just needed a little push and she could achieve a lot.
"You…approved my work? Is this a dream Mr Jeon?" How did I forget she was also someone who never leaves any moment to attack. She was smiling, she knew her taunt hit the right spot. "No. Miss Choi. It's not a dream. You really did good, you can conclude it and submit it later." I added ignoring her mischievous eyes.
"That's shocking but I know I have got this so it can be true."
She looked happy, I could say that as her smile never vanished after that. And somehow looking at her felt peaceful.
Okay! What am I even doing?
I stood up and walked out of the study. This was such a mess, my head was a mess. And what was worse was that I knew I had to control my urges yet I led them on.
Nothing a strong shot of espresso couldn't fix.
I started the coffee maker and fixed the faucet at the place. Resting both of my hands on the counter, I dipped my head in my own agony.
The frustration of not being able to keep myself under control was killing me.
Just like the water was heating in the machine, I could feel myself heating every time that girl laid her eyes on me.
