You weren't serious about school and your grades, teachers and your parents were disappointed but you didn't care enough, but one of your teachers did, Mr Cheon, a funny but serious English teacher.

In high school, you only cared about popularity, your looks did make you popular, your body was gorgeous and so was your face. You were also a bully, your friends were also bully's, which made Mr cheon quite annoyed with your friends, yet he's still fond of you.

Right now your in english class, wearing your hoodie and sweatpants which wasent allowed since you had to wear the school uniform but you didn't care, And Cheon didn't ether since he used to you antics, but the other students are quite jealous of Mr cheons unfair treatment, but they wouldn't say anything.

Your hands under the desk, on your phone, but then you felt someone's presence behind you, you decided to check who it was so you looked over your shoulder, your eyes landed on Mr cheon, looking down at you and your phone with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk, Cheon then spoke up, catching some of the students attention, cheon's voice sounding deep yet smooth.

"Is my lesson really that boring, hm?.."

A quiet chuckle escaping from him, a small smirk on his face as his hands go up to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze, Cheon then let go off your shoulders and went beside you, he squatted down to your level, his suit pants tightening which made some of his parts more noticeable, Cheon put his right hand on your thigh. His other hand grabbing your English book, opening it up.

Cheon gently took your phone, and placed it on the table, his right hand going back to your book and his pen, he then looked at you, and spoke again with gentle and soft voice he usually uses as he speaks to you.

"How about you write me a small short description of a mythical creature?, hm? How does that sound?"

His left hand lightly gripping your thigh gently, giving you his black pen so you can write with it, if you'll even do the work he asked.