mr tattoo ⤶ nosung

🎨 chapter.05 🎨

Jisung dreaded the entire walk to his biology classroom. Chenle had abandoned him and instead followed his crush down the hall like a lovesick puppy on his way to his own class which was music.

Oscar was already inside at his desk like normal, always early so he can be the smarty pants he is and get extra credit. The taller of the two walked inside with a pouty frown and slumped into his chair, his bag sliding off his shoulder and landing on the floor with a thump.

"What's gotten you all pouty this morning?" Oscar asked with an amused grin on his face. Jisung poked his tongue out at him and slouched forwards, leaning forearms on his thighs.

"Nothing, I'm fine" Jisung mumbled.

"Yeah sure"

"I am" Jisung said a little firmer than before. Oscar put his hands up in mock surrender and turned the other way to continue chatting with Nancy.

How was he going to survive? Jisung was soulmates with someone so far out of his age limit it scared him honestly. Jisung was merely a very immature seventeen year old boy with the mental age of a small child. Mr Lee, though he didn't look that old, can't have been any younger than at least twenty-two considering he'd have to have gone to uni to get a teaching degree.

Even if they ended up having a relationship, it'd be illegal as heck until Jisung's next birthday, but even then they'd have to keep it secret because teacher and student relationships was a no go zone. That was a given.

Why was Jisung even spending so much time thinking about it? It's not like he's going to even engage in a relationship with some alpha anyways, he doesn't need one to boss him around for the rest of life. To serve his every need like a good little boy.

Yeah right.

"Morning class" Jisung's blood ran cold.

Mr Lee walked in with a smile on his face, turning his eyes into little crescent shaped moons. His white-blonde hair was styled up and out of his forehead leaving the milky skin exposed. Dressed similar to yesterday, a dress shirt and slacks with a few dull accessories.

He settled at his desk, then looked up and Jisung should've looked away because then came the eye contact he'd dreaded. Jisung for the life of him, no matter how much he wanted to, couldn't look away. His eyes were fixated on those chocolate brown orbs and it was addicting as all hell. He could feel the connection growing inside of him, like a flower blooming in his chest making it tight, and he could only imagine it felt the same to the teacher.

Then he realised he was staring for way too long and forced himself to look down. Mr Lee looked unsettled then relaxed his composure and smiled warmly at the class. Ready to begin the lesson.

Jisung was so fucked.

—🌙—

Class was over, finally. But that didn't mean Jisung was free from the teacher just yet.

Everyone was pretty much gone, and just as the faded plum haired boy walked past the teachers desk to the door he was stopped: "Can I talk to you for a moment Jisung, it won't take long I promise" Jisung took a deep breath and turned around.

"Sure" he muttered, a forced tight smile on his face.

When every other student had left, Mr Lee closed the door and returned back to his desk. He sat down and leaned back, his legs crossed in that dad way again. Jisung stood awkwardly in front of him, growing warmer by the minute which was weird considering the heater wasn't even on. Jisung knee it was because he was in close proximity with his soulmate, because as much as he hated the idea of it, he'd had to do research on them before for a history project.

But he couldn't deny that now so many ideas and thoughts and feelings were flooding his mind about being in a comfortable relationship with his soulmate. He hated how he daydreamed about cuddling up on the couch and watching a movie with him, or holding his hand and kissing him. It'd been one day and he was hooked, he wanted to hate it but he couldn't.

"Look, Jisung. This is just as surprising and shocking to me as it probably is to you" Mr Lee started.

"You got that right" he mumbled.

"And I know if anyone found out about this I could lose my job and you could get severely punished by the school. But I just need to say, is this affecting you as much as it affects me" The blonde spoke in a soft voice, he leaned forwards and propped himself up onto his elbows on the desk, resting both feet flat on the floor.

Jisung thought about it for a moment, and it was as if his own subconscious submissiveness forced his mouth to speak a stuttered: "Y-yes"

Mr Lee stood up and walked around the desk until he stood right in front of the tall teenager who was only a little bit taller than himself. "So what I want to say is— and I know I shouldn't— but I can't for the life of me get you out of my head.. so I guess what I'm trying to say is, are you willing to try" The blonde tentatively brushed his knuckles up against Jisung's arm.

Jisung shyly looked up at him, and he didn't want to admit he felt the same but he knew the feelings would only grow stronger and stronger until it'd be unbearable to be apart from the older man. So Jisung took a deep breath and spoke quietly.

"I-I.. I don't know, I just, I hate myself for feeling the way I do, because it's wrong, so totally wrong but I just, I can't—" Jisung for the life of him couldn't find a way to put his feelings into words. It was like a scared child had taken over his speech. But for some reason he wanted to try out this soulmate thing. It was weird because he never thought he'd have a change of heart so quickly.

So he took another deep breath and looked straight into the teachers eyes as he brushed his knuckles against Jisung's jaw gently and soft. "Y-yes.. I guess I'm willing to try" The crescent moon smile appeared on Mr Lee's face.

The bell rang again, completely ruining the moment.

Jisung looked down. "Sir, I have to go" and he began to walk out the room but stopped when Mr Lee spoke again.

"Call me Jeno, darling" A rosie blush spread onto Jisung's cheeks as he smiled shyly and stepped out the room.

So yeah, maybe he was willing to try after all.