"Jeon Jungkook," the sound of a male voice coming from my right grasps my attention.

Mister Park.

"You leave her alone," he stares at me with fire in his eyes, hating to be seeing me play with his pet. As I was focused on him and not her, this girl touches the floor and runs away like a rat. She passes by Mister Park without even paying attention to him, but I sigh and follow the same path, noticing he's not moving.

"Buddy," he grabs my arm to stop me, my best friends staying with me. I stare into his eyes but tuck one hand in my pocket, gripping a strap of my bag. "You stay away from y/n. All right?"

"Or else what?" I keep my confidence, not fearing this pervert at all. "Or else I make sure to kick you out of this school. Understood?"

I chuckle at his face, having in mind the way he acts with y/n and the other female students. "Sure," I walk away without any care to brush him off, and I go down the stairs to leave this poor guy. "Who does this pervert think he is?" I mumble, hating him to the bone.

"Dude, he acts so tough in front of you. This is infuriating," Taeyeong says, feeling the same towards him. "I know right..."

10 minutes later...

"I played last night and guess what," I chuckle but glance at Hajoon while walking back to the classroom with my two best friends. "You destroyed them."

"Exactly," I smile with satisfaction, proud to know I'm the pro that they know well. "Oh, can we go to the cinema after school though? There's a new movie I want to watch!" Taeyeong proposes to do, but without even knowing the movie, I agree since it's a way to go out and not stay home.

Once we reach the classroom, my eyes land on the door, but some voices coming from the classroom startle me. I don't open the door but look at the two guys with me, all of us astonished by the noise echoing behind the walls.

I lean towards the door to attempt to hear more, but Taeyeong slides the door open for no good reason, making us all stumble upon the people that were quietly speaking in the room.

The man hurries to react but obviously gets startled at the wrong time. "What are you doing here?" Mister Park walks away from y/n, who's sitting down at the desk that faces the teacher's one, fastening his belt. I'm speechless.

Y/n drops her eyes on the floor and stands up from her chair, turning her back to me but gathering her stuff. What the hell were they doing?

I and my best friends remain on our spot, shocked by this. "What were you doing with a student during the break?" I keep my eyes on this pervert, having no doubt about what he could have been doing to her before closing his belt. "I was giving her a private lesson. You're not supposed to be in the hallway at this hour."

I raise my eyebrows but walk up to my desk, at which y/n is sitting. I check up on this girl and sit down but notice she's acting weird. I drop my bag on the floor but stare at her. "What the hell were you doing with him?"

"Nothing," she answers coldly. I raise my eyebrows but notice her Pikachu in her hand, she squeezes it in a nervous manner, gazing down at the desk. Something must have happened for her to behave that way, but I'm not going to ask anything.

•••

2:10 pm.

"Y/n," Mister Park asks for her as we are all getting out of the room to leave for our next class. She nods to him without saying anything, and he smiles, waiting at his desk, leaning on it with one thigh resting on the flat surface. I and Taeyeong both peek at each other, understanding this without the need to talk.

I grab my bag and step out of the room with Taeyeong, and y/n walks up to the teacher now that they're alone. I close the door. "Let's spy on them, bro," my best friend thinks as I do, I nod to him and take my phone out of my pocket. I was planning on doing this anyway, their relationship is too odd for me to not try to know more.

Once the camera is opened, I lift my phone up to the window that gives a bird's-eye view of the room, and I keep the lens in the corner to make sure to not get caught. The screen exposes everything happening in the room as my arm is remaining up in the air.

I record this moment.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"You did amazing today, y/n," he gazes at me, his hands staying in the line of his body, to my greatest relief. I smile at him, gripping my left arm, nervously. He stares at me with his chocolate eyes but toys with his luxury watch, brushing his thumb over the crystal. "Are you feeling better? You seem more relaxed lately."

"I am, I'm more comfortable with Haneul and...the friends I make," I answer him, and he smiles at me. His fingers run through his caramel hair. "Good to hear, I want you to know I'm always here if anything happens anyway. You can talk to me."

"Thank you," I do not know how to respond to this. His deep eyes gaze into the both of mine, and he stands up to step forth and put his tough hands on my waist, he pulls me in a hug and holds me against his body.

Again, he feels the need to touch me and make it gentle, but I don't return it. "Don't believe in anything the students say, all right? They're just immature."

"What do you mean, Mister Park?" I look up at him, wondering why he suddenly brings this up as if it was important. One of his veiny and large hands slides up my side, and he runs his fingers through my hair to hold the side of my face. "Listen, I know what happened in your family. I know how difficult it was for you, and I don't want anyone to judge you or anything else only because of how or who you are. All right? So no matter what they will say about you, don't care about it, you are a great girl and an amazing student."

I frown at first, feeling like something more serious is hidden behind those words. "I know, Mister Park. My dad helps me to get over it..."

He caresses my cheek with his thumb, giving me all his affection. "You're a wonderful girl," he leans towards me and glides his fingers down to my throat to cup the side of it in a dominant manner, and he presses his lips onto my cheek, making me feel uncomfortable.

He's just a pervert, and all the girls fantasize over him only because his physical appearance covers everything up. He doesn't stop himself but tightens his hold onto my throat to trail his lips down my neck and kiss it. I grip my clothing without realizing, feeling an unwanted reaction of my body to this touch.

"I'll always be here to make you feel better if you need," he pecks my sensitive spot again, my muscles contracting out of uneasiness and unknown sensations inside of me. "I won't ever hurt you or leave you alone," he pulls apart to set his eyes onto mine, not letting go of me. I nod to him but don't say a single word, feeling like something is wrong.

Despite the weirdness in his behavior, I believe that if my mother trusts him enough to talk about my past to him, then he isn't totally a bad person.

He smiles at me and skims my cheek with the back of his hand before taking them both off of me. He remains against the desk and combs his fluffy hair back.

"Do you act like that with other girls?" I join my hands together in front of my body, but a gulp goes down his throat, and he forces a smile. "I don't, don't worry. You know I care about you the most."

"Why?" I dare to ask, not caring about the next class I have since it's sport. "Aren't you married...?" I glance down at his virile hands, a mark around his ring finger exposing him right before he could answer.

"I'm not," he lies to me. A soar smile grows on my face, and I pretend to swallow his falsehood, getting him to feel all satisfied and touch me. He cups my hip and licks his lips, "You're so beautiful, you really make it hard for me to focus on my work," he chuckles, complimenting me while touching me up. He clears his throat and bends forth, sliding his hand lower. His lips curve up, and he fiddles with the bottom of my uniform skirt.

I bring my legs closer to each other, watching him to make sure he doesn't go too far. I nibble on my inner cheek, hoping for this to come to an end quickly. "Do you wear shorts underneath?" he peeks up into my eyes, some strands of hair brushing past his temple to end before his forehead. I nod to him. "Is it of a good size? Not too short?"

Since I can see that he wants to have his eyes on it and will look underneath if he wants to, I pull my skirt up to show him it covers what it has to. "It's not too short..."

"Hm," he smiles but puts his hand on my thigh to pull down on it as I'm now used to his touch on my body, unfortunately. Pretending to be putting it properly, he strokes my thigh right afterward and grabs my skirt.

The door suddenly opening makes him rush his hand away from me, not wanting anyone to catch him in this situation as I turned my head towards the person who barged into the room. He knows what he's doing is wrong.

"Y/n, our next class started," Haneul sends a hateful glare to Mister Park but stomps towards me. He takes my hand in his, and without paying attention to the teacher, he leaves the classroom, but I take a look at him and see him bothered by this sudden departure.

Without even understanding why, I stumble across Taeyeong and Jungkook. I frown at them, but Haneul doesn't stop himself. "Do not ever stay with him all alone again, y/n. All right?" he intertwines our fingers and holds me close to him. I look in front of me without answering anything but hear the two boys behind us. "Y/n, are you okay?" Taeyeong asks me as if I had been hurt. "Yes."

"Are you sure...?" he comes by my side, catching up with Haneul's pace, this man who is leading me to our next class. "Yes, why wouldn't I?" I look at him. "Well..."

"This old guy groped you," Jungkook lets out with his straightforwardness. That's nothing compared to what he already did a few days ago during a private lesson I didn't ask for.

/ flashback \

Mister Park steps right behind me as he made me stand up to write on the whiteboard. "No, y/n," he speaks close to my ear, and his veiny, powerful hand covers the back of mine to grab the marker. His body sticks to mine, his robust one covering the back of mine with its warmth. I bring my hands down, uneasily, having no space to move away and establish a distance between us.

"The word is 'tower', not 'lower'," he corrects my mistake as I'm being attentive the best way possible, feeling like the closeness is too difficult to handle. My father taught me not to let any man touch me, which is what this man is doing right now.

"Hm?" he puts the marker down. "Look here," he turns me around with him to make me come face to face with his book laid on the desk.

He takes hold of a pen and hands it to me. "Write it down now that you know the correct sentence," he forces me to do it, so I grab the pen and lean over to a slight degree in order to be able to write on the paper. No matter the little gap I put between us, he steps forth and bends me over to lay his hands on the desk. "That's perfect," his deep voice vibrates through my ear, the position causing some discomfort from my side.

He kindly pushes his hips forward as I'm writing the sentence in a quick manner, not caring about my handwriting anymore. He straightens his back for something hard to be pressed against me, and he slides his hands in his pockets. "Do not forget the punctuation," he reminds me, prolonging this moment I wish could stop now. The hard pressure against me doesn't leave, so I get back in a proper position, but he grabs me by the hips to pull me back against him.

Trying my best to escape, I step aside to not let this happen, but he smiles and keeps me where I am to not allow me to separate us. "Keep going, y/n. Finish the whole exercise for me."

I fiddle with the pen in my shaking hands, looking down at the book. "Why are you doing this, Mister Park?" I mumble, his hands never leaving my body as my brain is telling me something isn't right at all. He rubs himself onto me while pretending to be changing of posture, and his hands delicately stop at my upper arms. "Because I care for you and want you to succeed. I'm helping you." 

I listen without paying too much attention to his words, I exhale sharply and do as told, his authority not giving me a choice. I do what he likes now, and I will make him regret it later.

"Do I have to stay up?" I ask in a plaintive manner, but he sits down on his chair next to us and gestures me to get on his lap and nowhere else. He grabs my inner thigh to make me move, so I go down on his lap, and he holds me by the waist to bring me on his crotch. "I'll reward you at the end of this class if you translate all the sentences perfectly."

"What reward?" I set my eyes on him, feeling his fingers on my thigh that only cause disgusts to me. "You'll see," he smiles and strokes my skin, but I avert my eyes from him and work to not disobey this scary man and risk upsetting him.

I don't want him to hurt me too.

/ end of flashback \

"You should talk to the director..." Taeyeong worries about me when I know what I'm doing. "I'm okay," I repeat myself and focus on Haneul, inching closer to him to grip his hand and not let go. I know he will always protect me no matter what.

•••

6:30 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Bro, I will never watch a horror movie at the cinema ever again," the weak guy still cannot get over it, this movie that was ridiculous and boring. "Seriously, there was nothing scary. I almost fell asleep while watching it..." I roll my eyes, walking through the mall with them after almost two hours in a dark room.

"I saw you jump on your seat, stop acting like you weren't scared," he roasts me with something I thought he didn't see. "That's not true..." I mumble out of shame. "And that was not scary but surprise, that's different..."

"Yeah sure," he smirks, not believing the excuse I tried to find in order to not be called weak. I act like we haven't talked about this and just look around us, looking for a restaurant where we could eat something. "Hey," Hajoon grasps our attention. I glance at him but direct my eyes towards what seems to have all his attention. "Isn't that y/n...?"