*Time skips*

Author POV :

    
                    It's Mr. Jeon's class, she tried to focus on the upcoming lesson and ignore the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside her.

Mr.Jeon POV :

                    As I stand in front of the class teaching the lesson, I notice something different about her. Her expression seems off, and she appear to be distracted. My observant gaze lands on her periodically, silently noting the change in her demeanor. I continue teaching, but my mind starts to wonder what might be causing her atypical behaviour. Amidst disrupts the lesson , the unexpected sound of an airdrop disrupts the class. Several students in the room receive a series of photos and a video depicting her and Eunwoo locked in a kiss. A huh falls over the classroom as the images and a clip start circulating. I too receive the airdrop and my eyes widen in suprise as I see the images and a video of her and Eunwoo together. The sight fuels a mixture of anger and replays the moment over and over again. I force myself to remain composed in front of the class, but the images of her and Eunwoo keeps flashing through my mind. My hands clenching into fists under the desk, I struggle to maintain my cool, my eyes occasionally darting charged with tension as I suddenly raise my voice, addressing the class.

"Who sent those pictures and video?"

                    I demand, my tone firm and authoritative. I scan the room, expecting the culprit to come forward, but the students remain silent, casting furtive glances at each other. My gaze shifts to her, and notice the uncomfortable expression on her face. The situation is becoming harder to control, and I can't shake the anger and jealousy consuming me. Despite the chaos unfolding in the classroom, I maintain my stern exterior, waiting for an answer. The tense silence in the room is shattered by my firm command.

"Whoever sent those pictures and video, confess now".

                    I demand, my voice carrying a hint of anger.

"Surrender and identify yourself now".

Author POV :

                    The girl after a moment of hesitation finally stands up and admits her involvement. Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks.

Girl student : "I'm the one who sent those. I took the photos and video and sent them around".

                    As the confessing, Mr. Jeon turns his attention to Eunwoo, who has been sitting silently.

Mr.Jeon : "And you?"

"You're both suspended from school for two weeks".

                    Mr.Jeon says, his voice dripping with authority.

Y/N POV :

                    My heart pounding in my chest, my trembling body betrays the mix of emotions coursing throught me. I can feel the weight of both Eunwoo's actions and Mr. Jeon's gaze upon me. Through he hasn't called me up or mentioned or suspending me, the intensity of his stare says it all. I feel exposed, vulnerable under his security, unsure of what he's thinking or what might happen next. Surprisingly, he doesn't explicitly suspend me either. However, the weight of his intense gaze betrays his true feelings. Mr. Jeon's anger is palpable in his voice as he orders Eunwoo and the girl to leave the room. His tone is firm and authoritative.

Mr. Jeon : "Both of you out. Now".

                    Watching Eunwoo being ordered to leave the room, my heart acher. I can't help but feel terrible for my best friend, who's now in trouble because of a momentary impulsive action. The unexpected confession form Eunwoo replays in my mind, catching me off guard. It seems I'm completely unaware of his hideen feelings until he finally admitted it during that moment captured in the picture and video. My thoughts are consumed by a whirlwind of emotions and questions. The confession from Eunwoo, the pictures and video circulating. Mr. Jeon's reaction it's all a jumbled message in my mind, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and confused.

Y/N POV :
  
                           *Time skips*

                   Class ended and I enter his car with him. Without a word, Mr. Jeon starts driving. The silence in the car is almost palpable, only broken by the soft hum of the engine. Confusion dawns on me as Mr. Jeon drives in the opposite direction of my home.

"Hey, this isn't the way to my house"

                    I say, my voice laced with uncertainty.

"Where are we headed?"

                    Throught he hasn't yet revealed where he's taking me.

Author POV :

                    Without answering, he's breathing quickens as his anger simmers tighter with each passing moment. His grip on the steering wheel becoming even more intense. His muscles flex with every twist and turn of the wheel, a physical manifestation of the inner frustration within him. The inner turmoil is palpable, evident in his white - knuckled grip on the steering wheel and aggressive speed at which he now drives.

Y/N POV :

                    I sit silently, my pulse quickening with each passing moment, the air in the car feels heavy with tension, the only sound being the harsh breathing of Mr. Jeon as I speak up, my words barely above a whisper.

"Mr.Jeon, can you slow down please?

You're scaring me . . . . .".

                    My mind racing with thoughts of what might happen when I reach whatever destination he has in mind.

"Plea . . "

Mr. Jeon : "Shut up and do as I say"

                    His voice explode with anger, cutting me off. The sudden outburst from him combined with his proximity, causes me to flinch instinctively from him. Tears well up in my eyes, a mixture of fear, sadness and pain. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, my emotions are on the brink of overflowing.

                    After a short drive, Mr. Jeon brings the car to stop in front of a grand mansion, the size and grandeur of the state instantly catching my attention. The car engine falls silent, the only sound being the thumping of my heart in my chest as I wonder why Mr. Jeon has brought me here.

  _________[To be continued]_________

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