Jackson (23) -> Hot teacher
Mark (17) -> Dumb kid
a little review from the story~~
"What do you think you are doing in there?!"
"Fuck off!! I do what I want! You don't have the right to stop me!"
"I do. I'm your teacher."
"Can you, my teacher...
"Jackson faster!" He screams at the top of his lung while banging on the door, hoping for the latter to get out of the toilet soon.
"Go use the one in my room!" He heard Jackson yell from behind the door. Quickly he runs upstairs and charges into one of the rooms hoping it would be the latter's room and lucky him he found the wanted bathroom in the wanted room.
It all started when the redhead volunteered to cook their dinner. It was fine until both of their stomachs went crazy in the mid of their study session, resulting in them fighting over the guest bathroom as it was the nearest with them.
Done releasing whatever it was, Mark washed his hands at the sink and went out of the bathroom. He was two steps out of the bathroom when he stubbed his toe to something hard, "Oww fuck!" He cursed under his breath while jumping on one leg.
Carefully he makes his way to the bean bag beside the bed and sits on it. He looks up at the criminal and sees that it was a guitar that was placed right beside the bathroom door. Only now does he realized how the elder's room looks like. It was simple but nice.
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*So the bathroom will be beside the wardrobe, a 42 inch led tv in front of his bed, a bookshelf across the wardrobe with a table beside it for when he does his work and a black bean bag beside the bed.*
He was awed at how neat the other is. He looks around and once again the guitar fall into his sight. He still remembers when his father would play the guitar and sing a song for him and his mother. The last song he sang for them was "Love someone" before everything fall out.
Without realizing it, tears were rolling down on his now red cheeks. He keeps on staring at the guitar, the pain from his toe was long forgotten as now it's replaced by the pain in his heart.
Done doing his business, Jackson went back to the yard and sit at the table with books scattered on it. Minutes later, the redhead that he has been waiting for is not there still. He took out his phone, wanting to call the latter but it came to nothing when he heard the phone that belongs to the younger was ringing under the pile of books.
Heaving a sigh, he makes his way upstairs. While walking, he realizes how quiet it was that it sends a chill down his spine. 'Wait... Did he faint again?!' The thought came into his mind out of nowhere. Without thinking twice he sprints towards his bedroom and opens the door harshly only to find his student silently crying in his bean bag while looking at his guitar.
"Mark you okay?" He asks, causing the other to snap back to reality. Quickly Mark wipes the tears away and looks at the elder man. "Yeah I'm good, I just stubbed my toe." He flashes his smile.
Frowning, Jackson walk towards him and kneel down in front of him. He looks at the latter's face with worried eyes. "What's wrong? Did anything happen? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked then check the other's body, worried if he's hurting but not telling him.
Looking at how Jackson acts, Mark knows he doesn't believe it. "Hey I'm okay," Mark stops Jackson's hand that was checking his arm. "I told you I stubbed my toe, into your guitar."
"You cried because of that?" Mark nods. "No, I don't think so. What happened? Tell me." He insists. Heaving a sigh, Mark shifts his attention back to the guitar.
His wall has long been broken down by Jackson so what's the point of hiding it, right?
"My father, he loved to play his favourite guitar and sang for my mom and me, and after that he would teach me how to play the song. He said that later in the future, I can play it for my mom when he's not there. And yeah I did. Dad has always been a lot busier than mom so I would always play his guitar and sing the songs he taught me for my mom and our maids. No matter how messy I played it, they would always applaud with all their heart and told me that I had done a good job." He stops for a moment to swallow his saliva, controlling himself from crying again.
"Well I was still a small kid that doesn't know anything about this cruel world, so all I thought about that time was, I wanted to be like dad, I wanted to make mommy and our maids who I think of as my friends, to smile, I wanted to do that forever. I thought that we would always be together forever but Nah, god had his way to destroy my life when I was still so young. It took only... one event... for me to lose everything that was once my world."
The tears are now heavily flowing down on his red puffy cheeks. His face was expressionless as he talks but yet, for Jackson it was crystal clear of how hurt he is. He can't stand the fact of how much Mark has been hurt ever since he was young. Gently he pulls the redhead into his embrace like he is the most fragile thing in this world that will break into pieces if he made a wrong move.
It wasn't long until he turns into a crying mess in his teacher's arm, or maybe this time he won't look at the man as his teacher but as Jackson, the man who broke down his wall and give him the reason to believe again.
The room is now quiet, no longer crying or sobbing came from the redhead as it's now replaced by soft snores. Jackson looks down and saw Mark sleeping soundly on his chest. Without thinking twice he lifts the younger in his arms and lay him down on his bed then cover him with the duvet. He sits beside the redhead and sees how his face is covered with tear stain and that sight give him a big pang in his heart.
He was thankful that Mark survives until now because now that he is here, he won't let the latter face his pain alone anymore. He wants to be there for him always and forever. He knows this is not a mere feeling of pity or sorry. He's not some stupid man that can't even recognize his own feelings and he is also well aware that he shouldn't feel like this towards his student. But if making the latter happy means risking his own career, he is still willing to do it.
Caressing the younger's soft cheek, slowly he leans in and left a kiss on his forehead before he gets up and walks away. He takes a last look at Mark before closing the door, leaving the younger to sleep peacefully.
Now he is more determined than ever to make someone else except his family be happy. The younger deserves more than this. Mark deserves all the happiness he wants and needs and he will be the one to give it to him as much as he can.
