Hyunjins POV:

I woke up from the slam of a door.

"Shit. Sorry Hyunjin."

Sitting up, i looked around confused as to where i was.

"Mr. Bang?"

Taking in my surrounding i concluded that i was in either Mr. Bangs or some rando's bedroom.

I sat there for a good minute, processing what happened...

"OH MY GOD." i shrieked.

The traumatizing memories of last night of whenever it was came crashing through my head, the feeling of Dr. Bangs rough hands caressing my face, the feeling of his lips against my skin,.. me on my knees infront of him... But i couldn't remember anything after that.

I heard a throat clear from across the room, "Dont wory Hwang, we didnt do anything. You passed out before we could."

huh?

Come again?

"i... i passed out?"

"On the other hand, i learnt you are truly inexperienced with lust and sex." Mr. Bang tsked.

"Wait.. but how.. what .. " i asked confused as to how i couldn't remember what happened.

Sighing he replied, "You started hyperventilating after i told you what i'd do to you, and the next thing i know, you were out cold."

I stared up at him with a blank face, feeling the burning embarrassment build.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he walked over to me.

"I would say itd be a turn off but you're far to enticing for something as mere as passing out after being asked to give a blow job."

Now i was even more confused, ".. Blow.. job?"

Mr. Bangs eye's widened, "You're shitting me." he muttered under his breath.

He moved closer to me, his hands slipping through my hair and cupping the back of my neck, bringing my face closer to his.

"Sweetheart, please tell me you know what a blow job is?" he questioned.

What the hell was he talking about... I slowly shook my head. Genuinely concerned at his reaction.

The older immediately pulled away, groaning into his hands, "GOD what have i done!"

I looked at him in alarm, "M-mr. Bang... is something wrong? Did i do something?"

"Yes! Yes you beguiling angel!" He shouted into the quiet of his bedroom, "I knew you were innocent, but not this innocent! i- i could've ruined you." he sighed.

ruined me?

Though the blatant use of the word ruin intended violence, the action said by Mr. Bang caused a sudden eruption of butterflies that tickled my core.

After a few minutes of the older grumbling incoherently, i decided that i couldn't just sit here and grow confused, so i got up, shoving the heavy blankets off my lap and strode towards the handsome man.

The latter looked up startled, "Hyunjin, just- just forget about what i said, you should probably get back to your dorm, its getting late and this isn't the best situation if you're friends came looking for you." he spoke, gesturing to wrinkled skirt and sweatshirt i ended passing out in.

"Your right... but Mr. Bang.. Can i ask you question?"

"Go ahead." he replied, busy with destroying evidence that i was there.

"Can you... Can you show me what a blow job is... or tell me how to do or who to do it to?"

Mr. Bang froze, his hand dropping the overly fluffed pillow.

He slowly turned around, a mixture of curiosity, shock and lust tainting his deep eye's .

"You should be careful how you phrase things Hyunjin.." he warned, a lustrous gleam overtaking the look of shock.

I grew annoyed, why couldn't he just tell me, i wasn't a child for godsake.

"Whatever, ill search it up when i get home." i muttered under my breath, the warmth of my apartment seeming much more inviting than the tense atmosphere of Mr. Bangs abode.

"Don't."

"Why?"

"Just don't Hyunjin, listen to me."

"I need to go Mr. Bang, thank you for taking care of me but i'm fine now, i assure you that wont happen again.."

Turning towards his main door, i slipped my docs back on, focusing on laces.

"Hyunjin please. Forget what happened today and yesterday, we'll just focus on your playing now. oK? this was my mistake."

"Mhm." i replied, not paying attention to the bullshit my teacher spewed. Who was he to say that after he offered inappropriate 'consequences' for a small mistake.

"Hyunjin, are you listening to me." he spoke, his voice laced with irritation.

"Mhm." i replied, tightening the last bunny ear, my back still turned towards him.

"Any way's I'm gonna go, thanks for helping me, but you cant control what i do-"

In a split second, i felt a sharp pain from my neck and scalp as i felt my body fly backwards.

Mr. Bang had my hair wrapped around his fist as he yanked me back, dragging my face upwards.

"Look At Me when you speak." he spit.

I whimpered at the growing strain, my legs splayed in a 'M' shape, as i sat near his feet.

"I-im sorry Mr. Bang." i mewled, as i felt my face heat up and a tingle in my nether regions.

What the heck. why did i feel aroused in this situation . I should be mad, who gave him the right to touch me. Especially my hair.

The latter crouched down to meet my eyes, "You call me Sir. and nothing else. Do you understand."

I attempted to nod frantically. "yes s-sir."

His hand loosened its grip only to tighten, bringing my body towards his crouching one.

"To think i thought of you as a shy little boy... who knew you were such a brat." he growled.

Brat? did he think me standing up for myself was brattiness?

"I- didn't- I didn't-"

"Shut up." he hissed.

I shut up, not wanting to piss of the feral man.

Had i gone too far? his anger seemed ferocious, a violent aura that radiated the once emotionless professor.

But but better question was, why the hell was i aroused at this.

His frim grip in my hair caused goosebumps to erupt across my skin, a rush of blood hitting my member.

A guilty feeling bloomed from the pit of my stomach, it was wrong for me to like this. To like for him to manhandle, to like the need to be ruined, to like the feeling of brutality.

I felt tears rush towards my eye's mixed feelings swirling in the caldron that was my belly.

"Im sorry sir." i whispered, holding back sobs, "Im sorry."

Chans gaze froze, replacing the hungry glare to one of shock.

As if controlled, he yanked his hand back and moved away from me, like he touched something hot.

"Shit.." he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

I immediately stood up, gathering my bag that lay on the floor and ran out the door.

What ever happened, i knew, should never ever happen again.

The chilly city air ran its fingers through my hair, the phantom pressure of Chans hand still lingering.

To think i joined this school for music and ended up enjoying pain inflicted by my professor. A cynical laugh left me at the thought.

As i neared the familiar apartment, i felt a sigh of relief leave me, the tense atmosphere and burning adrenaline burnt out.

Unlocking the door, the comforting bark of Kkami had me on my knee's.

"Ohh Kkami baby!" i cried, picking up the poor dog and breathing in his scent.

"Ruff!"

"You missed me didn't you!" i smiled, "i missed you too kkami, i missed you a lot. Ill never leave you alone!"

"grrr.." kkami growled, annoyed at the affections.

"At least you'll never change.."

A/N: SUper DUper late up date! very sorry. I was hit by a toaster.