"Morning Teach." Mr.Jung's eyes fluttered open.

He'd slept for quite sometime, it was already dark.

He looked confused for half a moment but then an expression full of pain and realization washed over his face.

"I guess you're going to ask me questions before we get out of here?" He lifted his body up and the covers fell limp around his sides. His top half was still bare, and still terrifyingly distracting.

"Yeah, and get out of here? It's two am in the morning." I complained. He'd slept, but I hadn't. My mind was too occupied with attempting to figure out what was happening, and what things will be like next.

"Still, I can't be here with you like this. This would be hard to explain." Mr.Jung told me. He had a good point. Staying at a motel with your student isn't something that happens every day.

I nodded. Disappointment was an understatement. Not that I wanted to do anything of course just that I enjoyed having him to myself. Every minute I was with him my curiosity became more intense as well as other feelings. I needed answers quick.

"Mr.Jung, what's your real name?" I sat down across from him. He was propped up against the back board of the bed. Only tiny dots of red showed through his T-shirt meaning his blood was finally congealing.

He sighed "I'll answer your questions, just not that one."

"Fine. Have you ever killed anyone?"

He looked taken back. "I'm not sure."

"Then why did you have the gun? What happened to Park Jimin? Why did you erase everything?."

He closed his eyes shut. "If I tell you the truth I could be putting you in danger."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm down for a thrill."

"Esme you could get hurt. Don't you get that? I want to tell you about me, I do. But you just being here alone with me isn't safe." He looked desperate for me to comply.

I was stuck on something he's said "You— You want to tell me about you?"

He sighed and backed up so his bare back was pressed against the bed wall. "Yes... sometimes it's nice to get things off your chest. I don't want you running around being scared of me, wondering if I'm some sort of serial killer."

"I never thought that." I half whispered, lying to him. I thought it every time I saw him because my mind resorts to the absolute worst.

He half smiled "Do you think lying to me is effective?" He was inching closer to me, I wasn't exactly sure how to react to it.

I almost smiled, almost gave into what he wanted. To distract me. Mr.Jung is smart, he could be using my feelings as taking advantage of me and forcing me to feel obligated to not ask him questions. But I couldn't leave knowing the same amount of information about him as when I got here. Maybe Ryan shot him for a reason.

I turned away from him. "If you don't answer my questions I'll leave, and I'll tell the school board you're here. So we'll start with that. Why are you hiding from the news?"

He looked baffled I didn't buckle at his seductive tactics. Mr.Jung is well aware of how attractive he is.

"I'm hiding from the media because there's someone after me." He finally said, slumping back onto the bed wall.

I snapped my fingers. "I knew it! You're not a bad guy, you're the victim! Right?" I so desperately wanted him to be innocent. Maybe in due time we can start over and forget about this; have a sexy professor student scandal that's exciting and fun. I don't know, anything would be better than this.

"Who? Why? Are you innocent?" I couldn't take it one at a time. I was impatient, and without his shirt the view was driving me insane.

"You don't know them, they're some people from a corrupt company. I just can't go back to the school until everything dies down. They'll be looking for the teacher that Ryan shot, and as soon as they find out it's me my face will be plastered on every news screen."

"So what do we do?" I felt lost, there had to be another way "Why don't we just put the people who are after you in jail?"

He shook his head. "Not we. This is my problem, not yours."

I sighed "No I'm totally in this, I dug a bullet out of your arm for Christ's sake! I say we let Ryan go. I'm the only one that saw him actually shoot you, the people that took him down didn't see you get shot. Think about it, if Ryan didn't shoot anyone, then there's no need to look for who he shot. That takes care of the media."

Mr.Jung shook his head "I can't do that. Ryan tried to rape you, what if he comes after you again? He's angry at you and me, he's dangerous."

My heart warmed at the thought of Mr.Jung being worried about me.

"You're worried about me?" I asked him softly.

His facial expression didn't change, he only sighed. "Of course, all of my students' safety is important to me."

My eyebrows jumped at the disappointment.

"Well since you're not going to answer my questions, I'm gonna get out of here." It tore me apart to say that, but I needed to see something in him. If I was going to potentially risk my safety for this man I needed the assurance that my feelings aren't all one sided.

Mr.Jung stood up and grabbed my wrist gently. " Esme, I need you to promise that you won't say anything about me to anyone okay? If I do go with your plan of letting Ryan be, I'm going to be taking extra pre cautions to make sure your safe."

I smiled a little and nodded. "I'd never tell a soul."

He let go of my wrist and he smiled now. The first time I'm seeing him smile without any sarcasm or slyness... I couldn't let him go now, what I have is too precious: leverage. He isn't going to answer my questions now, and that's okay; but I'm the only one that knows Ryan shot him, so he'll have no option but to speak.

"I'll see you in class Mr.Jung." I held his eye contact up until I got to the door.

"Oh and Esme," He said catching my attention.

Please ask me to stay.

"You can call me Hoseok."