"Would you like to...to come to our house...? I'll make a hot chocolate for you...since...you had to be in the rain because of me..."

I smile at him without any control of my emotions, his eyes staring into mine. "Our parents aren't here...you won't bother anyone..." he doesn't stop as if it was very important to him. "You have to take care of your brother, Jungkook. I—"

"Please..." his baby like voice complicates this for me, hearing the softness of him and seeing it through his eyes makes it impossible for me to refuse. "All right, but I won't stay for too long," my answer brings happiness to this little boy, and he goes out of my car. I do it as well and take hold of my bag to not leave it here. Since the rain is gone, I stroll to their house at a peaceful pace, but Jungeun stays by my side while Jungkook is leading us to the front door.

"Do you have some children?" he asks me, but I shake my head. "No, I don't yet."

"Oh...because you would be the best mother ever honestly," he states, with more confidence in his voice than his brother has whenever he addresses me. I smile without knowing what to say, and Jungkook opens the door, so I walk forth and pass after Jungeun. The tall boy follows us and closes the door.

"You can put your shoes here," Jungkook points his finger at the floor as his voice sounded like he hurried to tell me this.

I leave my pumps on that spot and untie my hair, seeing from the corner of my eyes that Jungkook is often looking at me. "Do you need a towel? You're all wet..."

His nervous sentence gets a chortle to escape me, but I shake my head to not bother him with this. "I mean..." I change my mind after thinking about it. "I wouldn't want to wet the house, so if it's not too annoying for you..."

He smiles but runs to the stairs in a second.

Jungeun, who took his jacket off, follows his brother, getting me to be alone in a house I don't even know. I remain on my spot since I don't want my wet clothes to leave some water in the house, my eyes discovering this modern and beautiful interior I've never seen before.

I look down at my upper cloth since I can feel the knot always open. No matter what I'll try, this always ends up being open. I must have lost the part that helps me to close the neck of this top while I was running, so I don't have another choice but to deal with it.

At the sound of the heavy and fast steps going down the stairs, I smile but see Jungkook come back towards me. He put something else on to not be wet anymore. "Here you are, Miss," he hands me the pink fabric, and I take it to use it on me. "Thank you," I rub it over my skin and my clothes but also untie my hair to towel it, but not too much to not look even more ugly.

"Is my makeup smeared?" I ask the boy who cannot take his eyes off of me, but he comes closer as if he didn't understand what I said. "You...what?"

"My makeup? Is it smeared?" I indicate my face to point it out and stare into his big eyes, but he lifts his hand up and points to my eyes. "Yes...your...the black around them is not like earlier..." he struggles to explain to me, so I touch the area under my left eye and wipe it. "Like this?"

"Uhm...n—no...it's..." he nervously inches closer to me but towers me with his height for the first time now that I don't wear my high heels anymore. He focuses on my left eye first, brushing his long finger over the part that is probably covered in black because of my mascara, this one that was supposed to be waterproof.

Once this one is done, he does the same to the right one but still looks innocently diffident and intimated. I smile without even realizing, staring into his eyes that never leave me indifferent because of their deepness and size.

A hiccup disturbs him, but he startles me as I was too calm through this silence. "Oh...I'm sorry," he steps back right away and clears his throat. I giggle. "It's all right."

"I'm going to prepare the chocolate," his neck becomes red, and he hiccups while fleeing to the right. These two boys are the most adorable ones I've ever come across.

Since I love to see him so nervous because it reminds me of myself when I was younger, I put the towel down and move towards him to sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island. "Is your little brother a bit sick?"

"Yeah...he's in his bed right now...he's going to sleep a little bit to rest..." he turns around after doing something on the counter, but his eyes sneakily peer at my cleavage I wish could not be visible, before rushing in another direction. "Great, I hope he'll feel better soon," I smile but see him stay concentrated on his actions.

5 minutes later...

"Uhm...I think it's burning, Jungkook," the smell of his preparation spreads through the whole house as he's been stressing out in front of it. "Yes, it is..." he bites his bottom lip and removes the pan from the induction hob. "Dammit..." he mutters but turns towards his sink, making me react instantly. "Don't!" I stop him.

He peeks at me with confusion and surprise. "Why...?"

"You shouldn't pour down the boiling liquid in the drain like that, this isn't good," I warn him as I knew he would make a mistake. He puts the pan down and gazes at me, cutely. "I...I'm sorry...I never made a hot chocolate that way..."

"What do you mean?" I move my stool around uncontrollably, feeling comfortable on this seat. "Uhm...I usually put Nesquick powder in hot milk...and that's how I made a hot chocolate..."

I smile at this cute boy but cannot restrain my quiet laughter. "Why didn't you do this for me? I'm a simple human you know."

"I...I wanted to do something more special..." he gulps down but seems lost after this failure. "It's okay," I stand up but decide to leave him alone. "I'm going home, no need to do anything mo—"

"No," he exclaims in a stressful manner. "Please...stay...I promise I'll do something good," he nibbles on his lips as if he was scared I could already leave him alone with his brother. I'm his teacher, I shouldn't be here in the first place. "I have some cookies...they're the best..." his tone of voice softens. "My mom baked them yesterday..."

He will never stop melting my heart. I run my fingers through my hair but give in to him. "All right, but if your hot chocolate isn't good, I go. Okay?" I tease and pressure him, even though I know I won't leave for such a reason. He nods and goes back to it like a little boy, too eager to serve me something good.

"Do you know how to say 'Chocolate' in French?" I use my knowledge to keep the silence away from us, and he shakes his head while making the easy drink. "It's pronounced 'Chocolat'," I say it but see his eyes raise to mine.

He seems so fascinated whenever I speak French that I'm even happier to be a French teacher, his eyes are like a real gift to me, I can almost see all the interest in them. "Chocolat?" he repeats it with his cute accent, and I show him it's exact as my smile just grew wider. "And what about 'a hot chocolate'?"

"Un chocolat chaud," I translate it for him, and he grins as the sound of it must have been funny to him. "Chaud is hot?" he sticks his finger in his mouth after removing some sugar from the flat surface, and I nod. "Yes, but do not ever say 'Je suis chaud' to someone if you want to say 'I'm hot' because the meaning is different."

"What's the meaning of that?" he gets curious as I expected him to be, so since I'm the one who brought it up, I explain. "If you want to say 'I'm hot' in French, you say, 'J'ai chaud' because it's weird, but they use the verb 'to have', not 'to be' in this context. However, you can say 'Je suis chaud', if you want to tell someone that you're ready for something, like, if someone asks you 'Who would like to try this new type of hot chocolate?', you can answer with, 'Je suis chaud pour le faire'."

"Oh, okay," he shows me that it was clear enough for him to understand. I now leave him alone since we're not in class, and in short minutes, he finishes the drink and gives it to me with a straw. "Here, I hope you'll like it..." the nervousness of his cannot be hidden, but I take a sip while he's staring, and I play with him.

I don't say anything, I stir into the warm and delicious drink to make this suspense linger. "This isn't good...?" his little voice obliges me to gaze up at him, and I smile. "It's delicious," my answer releases all the tension perceivable in his body, and I drink more of it. "Thank god...would you like the cookies with it?"

"No, thanks. I'm going to go back home and cook dinner," I hold the warm cup with both of my hands, loving this comforting drink no one had done for me for a while. I put my eyes on him, hearing the quietness only. He toys with his fingers but exchanges looks with me.

"Thank you for all the things you've done for us today..." he becomes serious, his hands never staying still on the kitchen island. "I...I was so scared for him and...I'm pretty sure that if it had happened during another teacher's lesson...they wouldn't have done as much as you did..."

I straighten up but gaze at him with the feeling of my heart warming up, those words meaning a lot to me. "I do this because I care a lot about my students, and you and your brother are the sweetest students I have. When I saw how worried you were for him, this really affected me, and I needed to be a little bit there even though I haven't done anything much."

"You did. You were there, you brought him to the nurse's office, and you drove us home again to make sure he wouldn't have to take the bus in this state..." he expresses all his gratitude, the emotions through his voice making me feel even better about what I did. That's the best thing about being a teacher.

"C—Can I hug you...?" his unforeseen question startles me, but my eyes stay fixed on him. "I mean..." he breathes out in an anxious manner, playing with his hands in front of his chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked for that...I don't know what I was thinking..."

"Jungkook," I smile but put the cup down. "You're so sweet that I cannot even say no..." I do not regret my reply, knowing him, and how sensitive he can sometimes be, which is something about him that makes me easily affected by his behavior and words.

He doesn't think twice before stepping towards me and putting his arms around my waist. He gives me the most tender and lovely embrace, and I return this fondness but feel shocked by the strong and fast beating of his heart that hits my chest.

This is so cute.

"Thank you..." he speaks in a sweet voice, the side of his face cuddling up against mine as if he needed comfort and physical contact. He tightens his embrace around me, making me feel oddly good, before retreating. His gaze focuses down on my lips that are now curved up into a crescent shape. Once he's around, this curve never fades away. With this situation, his behavior, and shyness, I can only see and hear the beating of his heart punching him hard in the chest.

"Your parents know that you can count on me," I remind him of this. "Even if I'm your teacher, our families knew each other way before that, so that comes first to me."

His eyes don't leave my lips but only remain fixed on them as if he was attracted by them. He nibbles on his own ones and constantly exudes a lot of delight and soothe. "But anyway," I put an end to this tense moment and glance away, I drink the rest of my hot chocolate to not leave anything in the cup. "Thank you very much for this comforting drink, Jungkook," I smile and lick my lips to look up at him. "But now I have to go, I have to cook dinner and correct all the tests that were done."

"All right..." he agrees with evident reluctance, but I walk back to the front door after staying here for short minutes and put my shoes on. "Did I make you feel uncomfortable...?" he asks in a little voice behind me, but since this breaks my heart, I turn around to answer without leaving him in some apprehension. "You didn't, why would you have?"

"I don't know..." he shrugs but rubs his hand onto his veiny forearm. I put my jacket on and grab my bag, seeing some odd agitation coming from the boy. This is the same behavior someone has when they want to do something but think way too much about it.

"I hope your little brother will recover fast, take care of yourself as well, okay?" I get ready to leave, and he nods but walks up to the front door to open it for me. I follow his actions and step out, relieved to see that the rain ended, the sky is grey but still allows some sun to shine through the thick clouds. "See you on Monday?" I peek at him, but only receive some confusion. "Monday...?"

"Yes, we don't have any lesson together tomorrow," I refresh his mind that must be in a mess currently, and he understands right away that he forgot about the schedule he should know by now. It's been four weeks already, he should be used to it, but I guess his clumsiness makes him lose his memory.

"Ah...yeah...then...I..." his sentence full of incomprehension comes to an end. He licks his lips and tries again. "Do you give home lesson?"

"I never did for some reason, but since I know the type of boy you are, I wouldn't mind if this can help you," I brighten up his mood with a mere answer. He licks his lips nonstop, pressing them together but gazing at me fixedly. "So...would that be possible this weekend? Or do you have too much work to do?"

"We can do it this weekend, you come at my door whenever you need a lesson," I chuckle but tell the truth, making him grin. "Okay..." he drops his look to the ground and passes his fingers over his lips. What's wrong with them?

"I'm—"

"Uhm..." he cuts me off and raises his eyes up. I let him talk since this seems important, but he steps forth to reduce the distance between us while using his fingers as a way to destress. "You said...you would be here to talk whenever I need to...right?"

"Yes," I nod to him, wondering what needs to be said. "Well...eh..." he squeezes one of his hands but never lowers them down, staring at my lips. "I—" a sudden heavy rain catches us off guard after leaving us alone for a few minutes, we both react with surprise, but right when my eyes meet his again, he leans in and locks his thin and warm lips with mine.

His touch is so warm, soft, and delicate.

I cannot think anymore, I don't have the time to know what is happening. My heart skips a beat for my body to react unbeknownst to me, and he steps back to separate our skins as the rain is pouring down on us. "I...I like you...Miss Han..." he stutters but passes his tongue over his lips, those that left a taste of sweetness on mine. His breathing is so unsteady and swift that it looks like he might faint at any moment. "I'm so sorry..." he leaves me on my spot and runs back inside his house.