~POV Jisung~

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"M-Minho, you... you dance beautifully..."

"Why are you dancing alone here? You should join the dance club!"

"Have you been dancing for a long time? Are you in a special school or something like that outside highschool?"

"That was really great... You're..."

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"So, this is where you two fuck? I hope he fuck you well... because you're the one being fucked, right teacher?"

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What...?

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Spinning in my head, these sentences died on my lips before I could pronounce them. The silence that was reigning now in the dance hall was so heavy and painful I felt like my skull was being caught in a vice.

Had I heard correctly?

No...

My mind must have been confuse due to... all the efforts I'd made in the toilet to calm down and stop that... reaction of my body that had made me feel so ashamed and guilty...

Trembling, I wished with all my strength it was fatigue, anxiety, stress, culpability that made me hear all these things. I hoped Minho's cold gaze and his deliberately raw and mean words were only the fruit of my mind's chaos. But it didn't stop.

"Love between colleagues it's complicated, isn't it?"

Stop...

"It's not easy for you to see each other without attracting attention in the highschool, so you're coming here..."

Stop it...

"Don't make that face! I wouldn't tell anyone."

I didn't want to hear that.

But while he was walking slowly towards me, his resentful gaze anchored in mine, he raised an eyebrow as I felt my legs weakening, an unease shiver sliding down my spine.

"Do you want me to leave you the dance hall?"

"What?!"

Opening my eyes wide, I stared at him in disbelief.

Was it a joke?! Even though I was crazy about him, I was still his hyung. His teacher. Minho had no right to talk to me like that, as if he was trying to hurt me at all costs to calm down his anger appeared in my absence, without me knowing why.

"What's wrong with you?!" I asked with dismay and incomprehension. "You were talking to me normally and now..."

"Now, what? I'm just asking you some questions."

"Minho!"

No matter how hard I tried to control my emotions, his arrogant and aggressive behavior was affecting me terribly. The closer he came to me in this state, the more I felt suffocated by this shadow veiling his eyes, blaming me for something I didn't understand.

"Go ahead, scream!" He sneered coldly. "You like screaming here, don't you? Why are you so shy? No doubt you like this room because of all these mirrors! You like to see yourself being fucked rough, right?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Why? Does the truth bother you?"

Provocation.

"Minho, stop!"

Revolt.

"Do you know what I like?"

Anger.

"Minho! I told you to shut up!"

Perfect blending of these dark emotions, my student gave me a detestable smirk before sensually running his tongue over his lips.

"What I like most is when she rides me, shouting my name like the slutty princess she is. Just thinking about it makes me want to fuck her right here, just like you do with..."

"STOP!" I screamed in despair, not able to bear hearing him talk about what he was doing with his girlfriend.

That damn girl I didn't know... Did she know how lucky she was? In another world, I would have fought to be with him but in this life, it wasn't possible and this was the worst feeling in the world. The frustration of hearing about her without being able to change the situation almost paralyzed me when he laughed mockingly.

"Watch out Mr. Han, save some of your voice for your lover! Don't waste all for me or..."

But at once, I walked towards him while my heart was beating like a drum in my ears. I was hot and my legs were like cotton, but this time it wasn't because of embarrassment, admiration or desire for him.

Too much was too much.

"Your notebook!" I commanded by reaching out my hand, staring at him with all the intransigence and severity I could feel for the person I loved but who, right now, made me so sad I could hardly breathe. "What, you didn't hear me?! Do you think I'm joking?!"

I was talking so loud my own voice was troubling me, but he deserved it.

"What? Have you forgotten I'm your teacher?! I'm even the homeroom teacher of your class! Then give it to me right now!"

Ignoring his shocked look, I didn't look down even a moment. Nevertheless, when he gave it to me brutally, I'd the awful feeling our relationship was falling into pieces. In my hands, his student notebook seemed to be getting as heavy as a lead weight. I didn't want to hurt him or truly punish him. All I wanted was to understand him.

Why was he behaving this way?

Why did he was saying such harsh things to me?!

Minho was acting like a wounded animal who didn't know how to deal with his anger and emotions other than by being cruel.

While my shuddering hands opened his notebook almost entirely full of warnings and complaints, I clenched my teeth. My eyes were burning. I was struggling myself not to cry in front of him, especially now, when his dry and unfeeling voice resounded.

"So, don't you write? Lee Minho behaved obnoxiously asking me if I was being fucked in the gym by..."

"SHUT UP!"

Desperate, bruised, I'd raised a hand to him, the same hand that was holding his notebook, but he'd grabbed my wrist before I could do anything, pulling me violently towards him as if I were a poor rag doll.

Stifling a pain hiccup, I crossed his eyes overflowing with this obscure rage but also with a distress which, behind his wildcat-like airs, revealed a lost kitten who didn't know where and how to stop.

"Why should I shut up?!" He asked, face features tense, his warm body almost stuck to mine, clutching my wrist as I convulsively bit my lips. "You're crazy about him, aren't you?! Admit it! You're capable of anything for him, like opening your legs just..."

"STOP!"

Screaming at the point it hurts, I took advantage of his surprise to free myself from his grip and threw his notebook in his face.

"This is the last time you'll talk to me like that!"

I'd never shouted so loudly at anyone before and my voice still echoed around the room, but I couldn't take it anymore.

I had terrible cramps...

I was in pain...

How could he dare say that to me?!

Did he realize how much he meant to me?!

He was my favorite!

To him I was capable of so many things that it scared me!

I knew I would never get more, so all I wanted was to help him, to see him blossom, to protect him like a good hyung, a good teacher... I was ready to fight my feelings to not lose him... I wanted to help him realize his dreams... talk about dance with him...

He didn't know how much I suffered loving him in secret like that! I had just cried pitifully in the toilet because of him! Because of what he had just made me feel! Because I loved him even though it was forbidden!

Did he know how gorgeous I thought he was?! I was so obsessed with him I just wanted to shut him up by throwing myself around his neck to kiss him! But instead, I pushed him away with all my strength, on the verge of tears.

"I told you, I'm your teacher! Respect me! Stop hurting me like that!" I repeated, out of breath and nerves. "Never say such things anymore or you'll never be able to come here again! Because you're using this room without permission, right?! I'm not as stupid as I look so don't ever provoke me like that again! Idiot!"

I didn't want to hurt him, but he'd stabbed me so hard I couldn't measure my words weight. The next moment, I picked up my bag and slammed the door behind me. The huge noise echoed in my head as I left the gym trying not to cry... in vain.

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~POV Minho~

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Now alone, back to the wall, I let myself pitifully slide on the floor.

As always, I had lied.

I didn't have a girlfriend.

I'd never been in love.

I didn't even know what it was to sleep with someone I loved... feeling pleasure...

I'd lied to push him to the limit, to hear him say how perfect his lover was, not like the hateful brat I was. I couldn't explain why I go so far. Even seeing the pain I was doing to him by being so cruel, I couldn't stop.

I didn't understand how I felt about him. All I knew was I secretly wanted his full attention, keep him to myself. Thinking about him paying attention to other people, especially his relationship with M. Seo, this damn jealousy, envy, frustration pushed me to keep going until making him break down.

"I just wanted you to tell me what I already knew..." I murmured taking his photo out of my pocket, because I hadn't been able to put it back in his bag to let it land in someone else's hands. "I only wanted to know how much you love him..."

Slowly, I ran my fingers over his pretty little legs I liked much more than any girl's ones in the world.

"In another world, I would have done anything to make this mine..."

But in this fucking life, it was impossible.

Besides, you didn't deny being with him, right?

Stupid squirrel...

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Six days later...

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~POV Jisung~

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Thursday 3rd December

Arriving at class this morning, I felt like an empty shell. It had been almost a week already since what had happened with Minho in the dance hall and I was still thinking nonstop about that and the fact that now, our relationship was certainly ruined.

More than ever, I had to forget the taboo feelings I had for Minho. So, I did my best to not pay attention about Choi Minee being sat on his desk when I entered their classroom. I was about to make the roll call when the principal had arrived with a man I didn't know.

We had just learned he was a Seoul Highschool Administration Inspector when they were joined by the school counselor and 3rd grade student representative, Lee Felix, who cast an impenetrable glance at me, as every time I saw him.

"I'm here to make sure everything is going well in your establishment." The Inspector said then in a strict low voice. "Put your bags on the tables. We're going to make a search of your belongings." As the students obeyed exchanging bewildered glances, he turned to me. "Sir, as this class homeroom teacher, takes care of this."

Nodding, I'd checked everyone's belongings, trying not to meet Minho's gaze when it was his turn. Everything had gone well. Nothing to report. Yet, when Lee Felix spoke after the search I'd just made, everything changed in a second.

Eyes anchored on the strange package the school counselor had just taken out of Minho's bag and that I hadn't noticed, I could hardly move.

"What is this?" The Inspector asked, as my student had just got up from his chair, his hands clenched on his desk.

"This isn't mine!" He yelled, when Felix's deep and accusing voice resounded, giving me the impression we were on the verge of a true nightmare.

"Visibly, I was right to ask for a second search in this class, don't you think Sirs?"

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