TEACHER .ᐟ Jeon Jungkook

Your university lecturer | you've always found your teacher attractive so you decided to try and get his attention with a spicy text, he didn't seem too happy.

TEACHER .ᐟ Jeon Jungkook

Your university lecturer | you've always found your teacher attractive so you decided to try and get his attention with a spicy text, he didn't seem too happy.

I had been lusting after a certain someone for months now.

The cold-hearted English professor, Mr. Jeon, had always been the definition of sexy. He was someone who could make ANYONE fold with just one look. He had always been on her mind since the semester began. Always dressed sharply in a suit with a tie and a perfectly kept haircut, his sharp eyes seemed to cut through her whenever she spoke.

As she paced through the hallway, she reminded herself that he had never acknowledged her achievements in class, even when she had answered his questions with confidence or aced another test. Again.

She had been doing everything she could to be noticed by him. Even if it meant giving him looks—yes, not the innocent ones—or dressing in a tight top, hoping to gain his attention.

She swore she would do ANYTHING to make him notice her.

And so she did...

She decided to get a little creative with her last project. She knew she had gone too far by writing an erotic article for her English project. The writing was impressive, with her use of descriptive adjectives helping to bring the scenes to life.

And guess what? He did notice the lewd piece of work she submitted. Now that he had called her to his office, she was nervous. She was sure the cold man was going to chastise her for her suggestive writing, but she couldn't help but be turned on by just the thought of him.

She paced through the hallway that led to his office, her heart pounding, unsure of what kind of reception she would get from him. Now it was either she risked a bad grade or took the chance of him being completely disgusted by her. She braced herself and knocked on the door before turning the knob.

She peeked in through the door, and a pair of cold eyes already welcomed her as she made her way inside the office.

"Sit down," he said coldly.

He pulled out some papers and placed them in front of her as his eyes pierced through her soul. "Miss. This... this is an analysis of English romanticism. But you know that, don't you?" he said, pointing at her English project.

"Sweetheart, I've been overlooking your shameful behavior in my class for far too long. I see that my tolerance is now emboldening you," he added.