Be My Teacher || K.SJ

E I G H T E E N

My dad and I spent the remainder of the day huddled up on the couch watching melodramatic movies. In the end, of course, I won. 

He tried to hide it, but I could see that tear escaping his eye. 

"I win!" I exclaim, pointing my index finger at the tear rolling down his cheek.

"What? No, I just have an itchy eye." He huffs.

"Is that why you're sniffling?" I tilt my head and smirk at him.

He stays quiet, then suddenly turns and glares at me.

"I'll give you $50 if you promise not to expose my speedo pictures." He mutters.

I throw my head back and laugh, grabbing onto his arm.

"Deal." I giggle, shaking his hand.

I get up to go to the bathroom, relieving myself and washing my hands. I'm about to walk out until I do a double take, noticing the mark on my neck in the mirror.

I completely forgot about it. Thankfully, my dad hasn't seemed to notice, but I need to take extra precautions. I don't have any makeup in the downstairs bathroom, and I can't sneak upstairs.

I walk back out with my hand covering the side of my neck, tilting my head and pretending to wince in pain.

"What's wrong?" He asks as I sit back down.

"Oh, just neck cramp." I say, letting out a pained breath.

"Get some rest, you're probably exhausted from all your hard partying, anyway." He teases me playfully, getting up from the couch.

"I should get to bed myself. I gotta be up at 4 in the morning." He whines, letting out an irritated sigh.

"Okay, goodnight." I smile innocently at him, trying to remain subtle as I hide my neck. 

"Goodnight sweetheart." He mutters, planting a kiss on my forehead.

He retreats upstairs, and I hear his bedroom door close. I let out a breath and drop my hand, along with my head. 

How could I be so careless? 

Not even 24 hours later and I already nearly got caught. If he's going to mark me, it needs to be in places that can be hidden.

I grab my phone and unlock the screen, noticing I have a few unread texts.

Hoseok: Where did you go last night? Is everything okay?

Hoseok: You're not replying. I'm really hoping it's because your phone is dead, and not you.

I smile at his texts, letting out a small chuckle.

Willow: Hey, I'm really sorry! My dad called me and demanded I come home last night. I had a lot of fun while I was there though. 

That's convincing enough.

Hoseok: Damn, you had me worried there for a while. I thought Yoongi had kidnapped you and claimed you as his own at first lol.

Willow: Pfft, no way. He's not my type.

Hoseok: Oh? Then what is your type?

Um... Tall, stern and sexy literature teachers?

Willow: That's a secret.

Hoseok: Mysterious. I like it.

I'm about to lock my phone, until I see another text flash across the screen. My stomach flips at the name, and my heart skips.

Mr. Kim: I'd like to remind you that we will resume our normal tutoring session Monday evening, same time. 

I stare at my phone screen, my brows knit in confusion. I guess I wasn't expecting much of a huge difference, but it feels like last night never happened in his text. He's gone back to his professional tone.

I reply bluntly, sighing.

Willow: Ok.

I'm probably being petty, but I can't help but feel irritated with his emotionless text. 

I huff out a breath, and as I'm about to throw my phone on the couch, it begins to ring in my hand. I stare at the caller ID, swallowing hard.

"Hello?" I answer, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't appreciate the attitude." He says down the phone, his voice assertive.

"What? I wasn-" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

"I can't text you anything personal on this phone. It can easily be monitored and tracked." He says, almost reading my mind.

"Oh." I mumble.

"And what about phone calls though?" I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He remains quiet for a few seconds before speaking.

"Phone calls should be okay..." He trails off. His tone of voice has changed, dropping the assertiveness, and now sounding more soft.

"I prefer phone calls anyway. I like to hear the emotion through somebody's voice. It's more intimate and personal, the way someone reacts audibly to your words and sounds..." He trails off, sucking in a deep breath.

"I like it." He says, his voice deep.

"Me too." I mumble. I feel the fire starting in my lower abdomen again, understanding the hint he's giving me.

"Oh, I do have something I want to ask you." I say, trying to change the subject.

"What is it?" He asks.

"The... mark you left on my neck. My dad almost caught it." I say, clearing my throat nervously.

"Ah. And you want me to mark you in other places, is that what you're asking?"

"Yes..." I whisper, feeling shy.

"Hmm." He hums, sucking in air through his teeth.

"I'll consider it." He says.

I scowl at his words, scrunching my face.

"What?"

"You heard me." He retorts, teasing me.

"What if someone sees it? My dad, or at school?" I ask, trying to keep my voice low.

"What's the issue? You're an adult."

"My dad still thinks I'm a virgin!" I whisper yell at him, growing irritated. The phone line goes quiet, and I can already sense I'm in trouble.

"Unless you want my handprint on your ass for a month, I'd suggest you change your tone." He warns me, his tone dark.

"I'm sorry." I mutter, biting my lip.

"To tell the truth... I want to walk around the school, look at that mark on your neck and know it's of my doing. Nobody would know, only you and I. That's the excitement." He says.

"I could keep it there forever, just going over that same spot every time. It'd be my mark on your body, claiming you as mine." He breathes down the phone. 

"Please. Just this one thing, it's all I'm asking." I beg, whining.

He sighs heavily and clicks his tongue, sounding irritated.

"Okay. I'll avoid your neck."

"Thank you." I let out a sigh of relief. 

"But... Now that I've imagined my lips marking your body, I want you. Right now." He growls, his voice husky.

"Can you sneak out?" 

I think for a moment, and he's turned me on in the process also. I look up at the ceiling, contemplating whether I can sneak out successfully, and get back home before 4am.

"Can you pick me up where you dropped me off?" I ask.

I hear him chuckle down the phone, along with shuffling of movement.

"I'm on my way."