"And—" the door opening abruptly interrupts me. I stand up to leave the bed and Jungeun's parents come in to rush to him.

"My baby..." his mom hurries to reach him out and give him a hug, making me smile at them but step back. "Our little boy," the father shows less physical affection but still leans over him to comb his hair back. Jungkook doesn't stay outside but in a corner of the room, almost hiding.

We both get into eye contact for a moment, his body remaining in a dark part of this room. He bites onto his inner cheek and crosses his arms, before dropping his eyes to the ground.

"Y/n, thank you so much for reacting right away," their father, Yeongsu, comes up to me and takes me in his arms, and I return the embrace. "I didn't do anything but just what I had to, Mister Jeon..."

He retreats but places his hands on the side of my arms. "Don't say that...you were there for him...if you didn't bring him to the nurse and call Jungkook, this might have ended badly..."

I smile at him, but he cups my face and presses a kiss on my forehead like a fatherly figure would do it. "You and Jungkook really saved him,"  he breathes out with relief and turns around to look at Jungeun whose face is being showered with kisses from his mother.

He slides his hand away, kindly, but notices his other son is away from us. "Come here," he gestures to him to get closer with a movement of his head. Jungkook does as told and walks up to us. He doesn't stand next to me but next to his dad.

"Are you okay?" he brushes some strands of his bangs to the side, caring about his son as much as if he was still a little boy. "Yeah..." he answers in an undertone. "You'll skip school tomorrow if you want, all right?"

He nods, nothing more. "I guess you must be tired..." Yeongsu gives him some attention, caring about him as much as he does for his brother, even in this situation. "I am..."

The tall man sighs but passes his fingers through his son's hair, "We're going to go back home, don't worry."

I listen to them and remain silent, peeking at Jungkook but getting no gaze in return. I hold onto my purse and clear my throat. "Uhm...I need to go home, I want to leave you together," I smile at the father, and he does it back. "All right, be careful on the road, and thank you again for being there for my sons."

I bow to them and look at Jungeun. "Take care and recover fast," I kindly tell him, and he smiles. "Take care too, Miss Han."

I bow to them all for the last time and walk out of here. I cannot ask to talk to Jungkook in private here, this isn't the right time to do it.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

"Put this on," my father takes his cardigan off to lend it to me, placing it over my shoulders and warming me up. "Thank you. Do you want something to drink, Jungeun?" I ask my little brother, unable to stay here with the things going on in my head. "Yeah, can you take a peach juice?"

"Are you allowed to drink this? You should only drink water, no?" our father reminds us of his intestines and the medications he has to take. "Ah yeah...then what about flavored water?"

"That's all right, as long as it's just water," he lets me go, so I move to the door and leave the room. A heavy sigh runs out of me as I'm walking up to a vending machine. I pass my arms through the sleeves of my large cardigan and envelop my body with it, I cross my arms over my chest and keep my eyes down. Seeing Miss Han was painful, even more with the way she practically acted like nothing happened as if she didn't want this to have happened.

I grip onto the sleeves of my clothing, holding the tears back. These last hours were exhausting, they knocked me out, and now my emotions are not helping. I rub my eyes to try to clear my head from all this mess, and I get to the vending machine. I grab a few coins and pick the flavored water for my brother, before squatting down and waiting for the bottle to drop down.

I cross my arms on my knees, staring into space, wishing this whole moment could be a nightmare, and that I would wake up, be happy to see Miss Han for the day, and meet her in front of the classroom like every day. Now, this won't ever happen again, only because I had to kiss her like a dumbshit instead of holding back.

The bottle hitting the bottom of the machine, I take it out and move up to go back to my brother's room.

I never cried for, or because of a girl, but now I know how much this can hurt. This hurts way too much, so much that I can almost feel dull inside, empty, but at the same time full of pain. I don't understand anything.

— Two days later —

Saturday, October 04, 2019.

4 pm.

"Jungkook?" my brother knocks on my door as the night hasn't even started yet for me. I keep my eyes fixed on the curtains that I haven't opened. "Yes?"

"Aren't you eating anything?" he opens the door, kindly. "Not yet, I'm trying to sleep," I tell half of the truth, lying about the fact that I just don't feel hungry. He doesn't do anything, not moving but remaining on his spot as I can hear no sound.

"Hasn't she talked to you?" he mentions the reason for my mood. "No...why would she? She doesn't like me anyway. I'm just a student..." the tears flood in my eyes, the tightness of my throat never releasing as it constantly worsens every time I think about this. "What if she does like you but waits and thinks? She's your teacher, but maybe she likes you and is scared of the consequences this might have if she confesses."

"And how do you know that?" I raise my eyebrows, not believing him. "This woman...she's way too perfect to like a stupid, little boy like me. She needs a man, not a boy."

"How do you even get to think that? Has she told you she likes manly guys only? Stop jumping to conclusions so much. And since you asked me, I do know because I had a talk with her yesterday," he steps out of my bedroom.

What did he just say?

I frown for a moment but then hurry to get out of my bed, I rush to the door to get out and catch my brother before he could go downstairs. "Wait," I look at him, his figure standing at the top of the staircase. "What?"

"What did you just say?" I point my finger at my bedroom instinctively. "What did you talk about with her?"

He stares at me but sighs, his hand touches the railing. "About you...but I wanted her to be the one to tell about this, not me. Did you even check your texts?"

"I...no..." I shake my head and go back inside my bedroom. I look for my phone that I must have left under my pillow and grab it. I check if I received a notification but see a message from Miss Han.

I hurry to open it.

< Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday. Would you like to visit me so we can talk today? ]

[ Yes, I'm coming in a few minutes >

I drop my phone on the bed and turn towards Jungeun who followed me. "She sent me a text two hours ago. I'm going to her house. I need to take a shower," I rush to my bathroom without saying anything more.

30 minutes later...

I tug on my oversized, pink sweater while standing before the front door of Miss Han's house, feeling as nervous as I was when my lips touched hers. I lift my hand up and knock on the door.

After what my brother said, I'm a bit less scared. I know he would never lie to me about this, so if he said 'maybe she likes you', then it means she told him something positive.

The door opens as I was cogitating, both of us coming face to face with each other. "Come in," she steps aside and lets me enter, so I walk in but take my shoes off to not dirty the house. She closes the door, wearing a pair of slippers, a red crop top, and high-waisted jeans shorts under a black cardigan.

"You can get on the sofa," she shows me the living room at some feet away before us. I walk up to there to leave this big entry room and discover her house, small but cozy with the living room on the left, the dining table in front of me, and the kitchen behind glass walls on the right. I take a look on my right as I noticed there is the u-shaped staircase that leads to the first floor. I don't remain there to not seem like a stalker but move up to the sofa.

I sit down on it while she's doing something in the kitchen. I bring my hand to my mouth and bite my nails, wondering what might happen, what she might say. After some short seconds, she comes back with two cups in her hands. "It's a hot chocolate, do you want something else?" she places it down on the coffee table but wait for my answer before sitting down, so I shake my head, and she joins me on the sofa.

I take a gulp of it since she made it just for me but place it back where it is afterward, feeling too anxious to put something in my stomach.

"Hasn't your brother talked about our discussion of last night?" her voice faintly pauses the silence. I lay my hand over the other, gazing down at the coffee table. "He just said he talked to you, so he knows...whether you like me or not..."

She doesn't answer or say anything to continue, making me believe she indeed doesn't like me back, either because I'm just a student to her, or because I'm not good enough.

"I like you," she says. My eyes dart towards her but only her legs, not having the guts to look higher and face her. My heart just stopped beating from bliss. "I hope you can understand that as a teacher, this is not right to like a student. If I didn't say anything yesterday, it's because I wanted to think about it deeply. There are so many things to take into consideration that I needed some time. Not just for myself, but you as well. I wouldn't want to ruin your future, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble because you date a teacher and that some students like Jaehyuk try to bully you for this..."

"But I'm in love with you..." I eventually set my eyes into hers. "I don't care about what others might say or think...the only thing that matters to me is whether you like me or not...that's all..."

She smiles at me. "I do...it's just...I think about the consequences it might have," she expresses with the adult side of her I don't have yet. "I know..." I comprehend, willing to show her I'm not just a kid who doesn't care about anything. "Do your parents know about it?"

"No, they don't," I tell her the truth. I won't ever tell them about this anyway, they would probably not agree to it at first, even if this is y/n and that they trust her. "I like you a lot, Jungkook, but if we date, we have to make it secret at school or else I will lose my job and you will for sure lose some things as well."

"I know, I will do anything you want me to. I just want you to love me..." I let my emotions talk for me, hoping for her to realize how much she means to me. I cannot spend a day without thinking about her, every morning, I get ready with the thought of her on my mind and what she might think about my clothes, my hair, my face, and every night, I remember all the things she said to me and imagine greater stuff to sleep.

I'm just crazy about her.

Her smile flutters my heart, her delicate hands holding the cup on her thighs. "Then, we can try to know if this works between us or not, we don't know much about— I mean, you don't know much about me, so we can hang out with each other and get to know more about one another. Like this, we'll know how we get along once we're not at school."

"All right," I nod and beam like an excited kid, feeling on cloud nine for the first time. I cannot believe I'm dating her, this seems so unreal but good. "I hope you worked well on not being clumsy...you know..." she chuckles but glances down, mentioning what she hasn't forgotten. "I will work on it a lot, don't worry," I reassure her since I can discern the stress into this decision.

In no way, I will make her regret it.

Not knowing what to say, I take my warm chocolate and sip on it, loving the taste it has, more than the ones I make at my house. "Is your little brother feeling better?"

"Yes," I smile and gaze at her. "We came back home this morning, he feels way better but just needs to avoid some food and drinks, and he needs to take his medication."

"Good to hear," she licks her lips, those ones I wish I could kiss again. I fiddle with the ripped part of my jeans, staring at her and feeling the butterflies in my stomach. Once she returns this, she puts her cup next to mine to lay her arms over her thighs, getting her face closer to mine.

"Do you want to talk—" her sentence ends with my lips against hers. This is brief but so intense for me. I lick my lips once our skins are separated, but I dive my eyes into hers, the beating of my heart punching me hard in the chest.

Her eyes peek down at my lips, the seconds feeling like minutes, ling minutes full of craziness. I move forth and clasp her bottom one with mine. Without thinking too much, my eyes close, and she kisses me back, making me pass the tip of my tongue over her soft and warm skin before going forward and doing it more passionately, with need and desire.

I try to restrain my hands but cannot help bringing my right one, hidden by the end of my sleeve, to her waist, sliding my fingers under her cardigan to touch her skin while kissing her with terrible want. She cups my face with her hands, and I go a bit more forth, gripping her waist but being overwhelmed by everything.

As soon as I feel her tongue touching and licking mine, an uncontrollable moan escapes me and enters her mouth, making me slide my fingers under her crop top but get stopped. "Wait," she smiles against my wet lips, breaking the hot kiss that was arousing me. I gulp down but open my eyes and take my hand off of her. "I'm sorry..."

"No, don't say sorry," her thumbs stoke my warm cheeks, the softness of this endearment melting me. "Let's go slowly," she pecks my lips and puts an end to it, so I pull apart and tug on my oversized sweater. My fingers fly up to my lips to play with them, feeling hot and turned on, loving the taste her lips left on mine.

"Are you going to go home, or you want to eat here?" she cuts the tension, to my biggest relief. "I...I told my parents I would study with you but...I don't want to bothe—"

"You won't bother me," she knows right before I could finish my sentence. "Oh..." my fingers nervously tug on the end of my sleeve while the others are playing with my lips. "I...Maybe we could spend some time together? To talk..." I peek at her in the most discreet manner, but she beams at me and nods. "All right, I was planning on cooking some lamb skewers with rice and Kimchi. Is that—"

"Lamb skewers?" my excitement takes over me. "That's like my favorite food...my favorite of all time."

"That's perfect then," she giggles but stands up, displaying her thighs just close to my face. She doesn't stay near for long but goes right up to the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I end my drink and follow her, like this, I stay by her side.

"Can I help?" I roll my long sleeves up and discreetly get by her side. She turns her head in my direction while getting everything ready, and she smiles at me. "You can put the rice in the cooker if you want," she proposes me to do, so I get to it right away. "Have you already cooked at your house?" she asks, unaware of the fact that my mother is the one taking care of this at home.

"Well...not really, my mom never lets me cook," I lick my lips but do my little task. "Aw, all right," she giggles without judging me, cooking like a mother would. I smile and continue what I'm doing.

•••

5:30 pm.

I chew on the delicious food, hearing nothing but the sound of my mouth and Miss Han's one. I peek up at her, her hand reaching out for her glass of wine, as soon as the rim of it touch her lips, and that she gulps the red liquid down, I drop my eyes on her breasts, her cardigan not there anymore to cover her skin that only her crop top keeps out of my sight. I look down out of nervousness but smile, feeling stupid.

I shove another piece of meat in my mouth. "What's happening?" she breaks the silence, making me gaze up at her. "Uh?"

She smiles at me and puts her glass down, laying her arms over the table to fix her eyes on me, getting her breasts even more in sight. "Your smile. What are you thinking about?" she catches me.

"Oh..." I become nervous, not knowing what to answer to not sound like a creep. I scratch my warm ear but land my attention on my food. "I don't know...I didn't realize I was smiling."

"Hm, all right," she says in an enticing and calm voice, already done with her meal. "Do you have some plans for this weekend? Will you do something?" she asks me to keep the conversation going, but I shake my head. "No...just studying."

"I was planning to go out and visit an aquarium tomorrow, does that interest you?" her question excites me, feeling like she really picks the best things. First, she cooks lamb skewers, which is my favorite meal, and then she wants to take me to an aquarium, which is also what I like doing the most when I go out? This must be a dream.