Dear, Professor Jeon | jjk (18+)

10|tinted windows

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Suddenly my life started revolving around this certain tall guy who had a face resembling heaven, body which would take you to heaven, and eyes that looked at you like you were his own personal hell. My biology professor, Mr Jeon. 

Lately he had been everywhere, whether it was my university that was quite his obvious place as he worked there, my garden, at the parking lot, chatting with my mom, and the nearest grocery shop. Everywhere. 

Okay I admit, I wouldn't want to complain about him mowing the lawns, especially being shirtless. And sometimes he worked out as well. That was the cherry on top. 

But standing in front of his door to deliver the infamous handmade chocolate walnut cookies to him again? That's what I hated the most. My mother wanted to drop these cookies for him as he took care of me two days ago. It was a thankful gesture for our helping neighbour. 

I pressed the bell and waited for him to open the door, it was founder's day so the classes were off today. I looked at my reflection on the glass sheet around the door separating the door from the wall. It was fall though the temperature was quite high so i preferred being in my tank tops and shorts. Nevertheless, I would just give the cookies and return to my room. Yes. 

He opened the door and I looked at him up and down from head to toe. I expected him to be in his t-shirt and sweatpants that he always wore. I swear those sweatpants were illegal. Especially on him. 

But, he was fully dressed in his typical button down, charcoal grey shirt paired with black pants, a necktie around his throat. His shirt was fitting him way too well around his buff chest, and those sleeves were rolled up that gave me a hint he was busy doing something, maybe preparing breakfast. 

"Mom asked me to give you this." I showed up the glass jar filled with cookies and this time I had another thing for him, fresh Belgian chocolate waffles. 

He stepped aside and held the door for me to enter. I stepped inside and his cologne entered my nostrils, woah! 

Woody, dark and strong. 

It could be a catastrophe to my ovaries. 

I cleared my throat and walked forward, I was still on no talking terms with him. I still remember what I told him because of my uncontrolled hormones and it was better to not discuss it here at his house. Come to think of the house, he had completely changed it how it used to look. 

I walked fastly towards the hall and kept the jar and waffle on the first table that came into my way, my eyes widened after seeing the way he had changed this place. 

"Wow! I never knew this place could look like this. God I still remember what a horror it used to be to look at this place. Uncle had turned it into an eyesore. Especially when it comes to cleaning this house…" I jumped my way towards the artefacts that he displayed at the corner, completely forgetting about my initial plan of just dropping the cookies and dashing away. "...it used to be the worst. Thank God you came as our neighbour. This house needed an owner to make it look pretty again-" shut up Y/n. Just shut up. 

I cleared my throat and sensed the silence. It was only me who was chattering, like always. 

Slowly I turned around and found him a few centimetres away from me, leaned at the doorframe of the kitchen, with his arms folded and legs crossed. Was he looking at me standing like this all this time? 

Of course he was. He even took the jar and waffles from that table and placed it on the kitchen island behind him, while I was blabbering. Good. 

"Are you going to college?" Yes, divert the topic. "Didn't you get a day off?" 

"I have been assigned founder's day duties" he summed up in a short and precise answer. He always does that. But why was he still standing like that, it was…hot. Way too much. 

I used to be a sucker for male leads who leaned at the door frame every time I read a book. Never knew I would see a man who looked like he came out of a novel standing in front of me exactly like those fictional characters.

I nodded and something caught my attention behind him, almost choking me and I walked inside the kitchen passing through him. 

It was the window that opened into the backyard and the door as well. I knew they existed here from the time I had been on this planet. But what I didn't know was that they had tinted glass. It was not here before. 

"Did you put these tinted glasses here?" I was hoping he'd say no. But I knew it was him, it had to be him. "yeah. I changed it in the whole house"  he replied.

I laughed, looking at the garden from the window. Turned around and walked out of the kitchen to check something that just took my soul away from my body. I chuckled again, my hand pointed towards the glass wall around the door, it was tinted as well. Do you know what that means?  

He saw me, he must have when I dropped those cookies at his door and took a disguise with my shades and hoodie. He must had seen me that night as well in the garden or all those other times when I thought he must not have witnessed me acting stupid to hide from him. Guess what, he was having his own fun. 

I wished to elope somewhere. 

"Did you see everything?" I gestured towards the door with my right hand and he, still standing there at the kitchen's door frame, nodded, knowing exactly what I wanted to ask him. His eyes were filled with amusement. 

"All of it?" 

He unfolded his arms and his muscles flexed under the thin fabric of his shirt, tucked his hands in the pockets of his pants. 

"Yes Miss Choi. All of it. All of you" 

Though I was quite embarrassed at that moment, a warmth that had nothing to do with my current embarrassment spread across my cheeks, because of the way he said it. All of me? What does he mean by that? 

A bead of sweat trickled down my neck, though I was wearing this tank top. Suddenly the room became a bit hot for me or maybe it was that his eyes were shooting lasers at me. 

"I should get going then." I walked towards the door just then he called for me. 

"Wait," I stopped and turned around again. 

"I will help you to do your assignment. Come up with your doubts this weekend." 

He stepped forward as he offered his help, yet sounded so bossy. It was his default setting. 

But I was way more shocked to hear him. 

"Really? I…I mean where?" 

"Here, at my house. I'll give you private lessons."

Private lessons? At his house? With him all alone? Was I prepared for this? Certainly not.