•••

2:10 pm.

"Don't forget to study this lesson for tomorrow guys, All right?" Miss Han fixes the glasses she wears on her nose bridge to look at us. "Yes, ma'am," we all answer her, but she stands up, revealing the curves I love to see in her leather skirt. "Perfect, there won't be any tests tomorrow because I don't want to stress you out, but we have to do it next week, so we'll do it slowly. I count on you all to get the best marks you can, okay?" she smiles.

"Okay," Jaehyuk draws her attention on himself as always with his voice full of fake sincerity, but the others follow him. She smiles but glances down at her laptop. "Let's make a deal, if you all get at least fifteen out of twenty, I bring some candies or snacks for you, is that good?" she bends over to flatten her hands on her desk, but everyone in this room become excited, agreeing to this. "But that means you study, and do not even try cheating, or else I penalize the whole class."

"Who would dare cheat and disappoint you, Miss Han?" the flirt gets on my nerves as I'm trying to find a little moment to speak up. She sighs but still chuckles in a quiet manner. "I just want you to work well."

"Ma'am?" I gulp down but raise my hand to have her eyes on me. "Yes, Jungkook?" my name coming from her mouth shivers me, but I lick my lips. "What happens if someone fails but studied hard?"

"Well..." she exhales but straightens her back. "I'll see what I do," she smiles but takes her glasses off. "You won't give any punishment?" I dare to let out without even realizing how this could sound in this room with all the guys made of hormones only. "I never give any punishment," she looks at me but makes our eye contact linger, my heart and brain loving the effect that gives it. "Unless you would really deserve it."

"And what would make us deserve a punishment, ma'am?" Jaehyuk ruins the whole moment when I had all her attention on me. Her eyes drift towards him and leave me. "If you are disrespectful and rude. I don't like this type of behavior."

"Oh alright," he smirks but glances down at his book, making her bring another topic up. "Anyway, we'll see each other tomorrow so I trust you and believe you will study," she steps back to put her chair under the desk and grabs her bag. "We'll make you proud, Miss Han," the flirt licks his lips but smiles to get her easily. "You never study so how would you?" I snap.

His eyes dart towards me, but the whole class scoffs at him after my remark. "Bro, I study more than you do so shut up," he defends himself, but I let a burst of chuckle out. "Sure." 

"Yes, sure. You just study to—" 

"Stop guys," she puts an end to the argument right when he tried to reply. I look at her, but she just fills her handbag with all her stuff. I need to get ready to stand up and head towards her for the question I have to ask. 

Once she closes the zipper of the bag, she steps aside and takes hold of her coat she left on the back of the chair to hang it around her forearm and grab her bag. "See you tomorrow," she smiles at us and bows. "See you, Ma'am!" they all answer.

In a second, I stand up and rush towards her. "Miss Han—" I stop her once she's out of the classroom, but she turns around to set her eyes into mine. "What is it Jungkook?" 

"I...May I ask you something, please...?" I bite my lips but gaze down at her glossy ones. "Yes, but make fast, I need to join my other students," she still says it with kindness in her voice so I hurry. "I...I've been having serious difficulty, but I want to make good and...and...I was wondering if it might be possible to have just a lesson with you after school...?" I finally ask. 

"After school?" she puts her bag in her other hand to tuck some strands of her hair behind her ear, melting my heart with this little action. "Yeah, I don't like being with the others, and I'll feel more comfortable for the questions and all..."

"Did you not understand some things during this class?" she points her finger towards the room, but after finding an excuse, I tell the truth. "I just didn't understand a few things...but just a few ones..."

"Uhm. I don't even know if my schedule allows me to do this, I need to check everything, so I'll see tomorrow. Alright?" she doesn't refuse which makes my heart pound like ever. I might have a private lesson with the precious Miss Han, I can't believe it. "Oh, perfect," I smile but bite my lips uncontrollably, gazing at her tempting ones. "Great, I need to go now so work well and see you tomorrow," 

"See your tomorrow, Miss Han," I bow to her but smile, she does the same and hurries to leave. I bite my lips but go back into the classroom and take my phone I left in the box earlier, putting my eyes on Dongsik who owes me fifty dollars. As soon as he sees me, he understands and pretends to not know I'm here. 

"My fifty dollars," I stretch my hand out to him and bend over his desk, smirking with haughtiness. "I don't believe you," he dares to not stick up to what he said. "Don't you fucking dare! You give me the money, you jerk."

He huffs and acts angrily, but he takes the money out of his pocket and throws it at me. "Thanks," I sneer and put the money in my pocket to get back to my chair. I grab my phone since the teacher is not here yet. I take the money in my hand to hold the cash and open Snapchat to take a picture and provoke Dongsik who is going to see this. Once it's taken, I mention him, and I post it with a comment.

'Thanks for this👌' 

I smirk now that I posted my snap and put my phone in my pocket at the sound of the teacher coming in. I already miss my favorite one. 

•••

11:50 pm.

< bro, I just sent a text to y/n and she answered me in two minutes only. I love her srsly🥺 ]

[ no you dont. >

I reply to Jaehyun who likes to brag about the fact he talks to her when she just does it for school and nothing else. He thinks he's special, but he's not.

< yes I do. She's too sweet like I asked her how to pronounce 'I would like to go out for a drink with you' and she answered 'Je voudrais aller boire un verre avec toi/vous' but then told me 'Do not try to flirt Jaehyun, I'm used to this' ]

[ you really are so damn obvious dude...stop it already you can't flirt with a damn girl so let alone with a woman >

< oh because you can maybe?🤡 ]

[ yeah. Ask my to my exes and the girls who asked me out. They'll answer you >

< it's just for your face and body, not because youre good at flirting ]

[ sure. Now leave me alone, I need to study >

< you're still studying at this hour?! You sound like the nerd Minjun ]

[ I'd rather be a nerd than a moron like you. >

< fuck you. ]

I chuckle in front of my screen after this poor argument but leave this discussion to get in the one with Miss Han, this one which contains no messages. I lift my hand up to my head while staring at my phone but realize it's way too late for me to send a text. I turn my head to the left but turn the lamp off for the outside to be more visible. 

Living just right across Miss Han's house is the best thing ever to me, I can't count how many hours I've spent in front of my window, each weekend, only to see her pass in the streets just once or twice. One day away from her is like torture. I like seeing her. I like smelling her fragrance and knowing she's close to me. Maybe I'm obsessed but her presence brings a delighting feeling to my entire body. It's like a rush of oxytocin and dopamine inside of me, I can't control it, I just love the effect she has on me because she makes me happy without doing anything but just being herself. 

Noticing that all the lights are turned off in her house, I turn the lamp in this room on and go back to my phone to see all the chats but land my hand on my thigh to slide it in the pocket of my sweatpants. My eyes catch sight of something way too unbelievable. 

This is Miss Han's birthday. I can't believe it, this is the perfect occasion to surprise her and make myself a special student. I need to set an alarm for tomorrow but at 5 am, like this, I go to a chocolate shop before going to school and buy a box of chocolate.

I'll stick a note on it in order to leave some words. I hope she'll like it and not feel creeped out or something like that. 

I drop my phone on my desk but yawn, feeling exhausted after spending my day in my books to make sure I would study as much as Miss Han told us to. I rub my eyes but relax in my gaming chair, this comfortable one made of cushion and leather. I close my eyes and take a little break. 

"Kook!" the annoying voice of Jungeun ruins my peacefulness as he just knocked on the door to step in without even hearing my answer. "What the hell do you want?" I sigh but look at my fifteen years old stepbrother. "I'm going to bed."

"Only now? Are you kidding me?!" I don't yell but speak in an angry voice to show my bother. "Mom told you to go to bed earlier you brat!" 

"The brat doesn't care," he lifts his hand up but only to give me a middle finger with a smirk, before running away. I rush towards him to try to catch him but grab him by his hoodie to pull him back in a violent manner and encircle his smaller figure with my arms, trapping him the way he hates me to whenever we fight. "I'm gonna chop that finger off if you dare to do this again, got it?"

"Let me go!" he wriggles but doesn't manage to get free. "Do it or I tell Miss Han that you said you don't like her!" he threatens me with an argument he knows will make me release my hold. "Little shit," I push him away to not do it gently, but he whirls around and kicks my leg. "Now you respect me 'cause I'm Miss Han's favorite boy."

"No, you're not dude," I chuckle at this little boy who fantasizes way too much. "Ah yeah?" he steps forth to come closer and smirks. "Then can you tell me why she smiled at me and asked me how I was doing this morning when we left our houses at the same moment? Hm? Has she already done this with you?"

"I cannot ever leave the house at the same time as her, you dumbass!" I hit his chest but walk back to my bedroom, I don't want to wake our parents up or else my ass will be beaten. "You jealous boy~" he has fun pissing me off, but I enter my room and close the door. 

I go back to my desk and in the position that I was. 

— Next day —

Tuesday, September 23, 2019.

5:00 am. 

The sound of my alarm clock snatches me out of my sleep that felt like a nap, after a little jump of my body, I struggle to come back on earth but reach out for my phone blindly. Once I have it in my hold, I open my tired eyes and stop this shrieking noise.

Silence is back again, this is perfect for my ears. 

The pain in my body forces me to stretch it as I'm still on my chair after falling asleep here. As soon as all my tensed muscles are relaxed, a loud moan of satisfaction runs out of me, but I lean back and let myself slump down on my chair. However, I keep my phone in my hand and get back on Snapchat. 

This is Miss Han's birthday, and I haven't forgotten about it, not even in my dreams. She occupies my mind so much that I dreamed of her, that wasn't sexual, just soft. 

Anyway, I pass my hand over my face but bring my feet up to my desk to rest them on it. I press onto the chat with y/n, feeling extremely nervous but willing to do something. 

Will she find it inappropriate if I send her a text to wish her a happy birthday? I don't want her to think I'm a weirdo, but that I just want to be a sort of...'good and lovely boy' for her. 

I hesitate in front of my screen, imagining different scenarios that might happen if I type a message and send it. There are just two options, either she feels touched and thanks me, or she doesn't appreciate it at all and ignores me. That would hurt as hell honestly. 

Screw it, I grasp this chance. 

[ Hello Miss Han...uhm...I know you accepted me only to talk about French class but...I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday >

After checking each words more than ten times to make sure I wouldn't leave any mistakes, I send the text with my heart pounding my chest and let my trembling hand do the job to now make me stress more than ever. 

Since I'm pretty sure she's not going to answer me, I put my phone down on the desk and turn around with my chair to stand up. I need to take a shower, brush my teeth, and get in my clean clothes. 

15 minutes later...

Once my grey hoodie is put on, I buckle my leather belt on to close it around my waist and make sure my black tight jeans look perfect. Now, I head back to my phone and check my notifications while leaving my bedroom.

Wait a minute, I received an answer to my text on Snapchat. I cannot believe it. My heart is rushing so mad because of that name visible on my screen.

< Jeon Jungkook, it's okay for this time but don't ever text me for such a reason again. However, thank you, that is kind of you to do this. ]

[ I promise I won't ever do it again Miss Han, I'm glad you still answered me >

I beam but lock my phone to walk down the stairs. This day is starting so well, I'm excited to get to school and see her. I hope she checked the schedule for the private lesson I asked for yesterday though, maybe I can ask her since it's for school. 

[ I'm sorry if I shouldn't be asking you this by text but I asked you yesterday if it was possible to have a private lesson with you...will that be possible today? >

< Yes, I checked my schedule so I'll be able to set a private lesson at 3:15 pm. ]

[ Thank you very much, Miss >

< I'm doing this for your grades but prepare your questions if you have some and also write them down if you don't understand a few things during today's class. ]

[ Alright, I will Miss >

With a lot of happiness that I missed feeling, I bite my lips but put my phone in the pocket of my jeans to head to the kitchen. I need to hurry today, more than usual. I absolutely want to get that box of chocolate and give it to Miss Han as a gift for her birthday. 

I spent my whole evening and afternoon studying all the lessons she gave us since the last test we had, so I swear to god, if I fail the next one that is planned for next week, I won't understand what is wrong with my brain. No other student studies as much as I do for French, this is impossible. With all the effort I put into this, I'm convinced that at the end of this year, I'll be fluent in French.

Anyway, now I'm serving myself a bowl of cereal and remembering all the stuff I learned last night while reading my notebook. 

"Écu..." I start to repeat the word I can hear in my head perfectly but cannot spell the same way. I pour the milk into my empty bowl and practice as I do every morning. "Écu...roil...rel..." I struggle to say the word properly, feeling my tongue twist in my mouth and not figuring out why this doesn't work. "Squirrel," I drop the cereals in the milk and now get to the translation of this word again. "Ècu...rell..." I huff after this failure.

The end almost sounds the same, so why is it so hard to make it sound good? And why the hell is 'r' so different and impossible to spell in French. I feel like I'm scratching my throat each time I try to say it in a word. 

Whatever, I have to eat and leave school earlier than usual while my parents and brother are still sleeping. 

•••

7:00 am. 

I go out of the shop after getting the prettiest and most tempting box of chocolate, but I now stand in front of the window of the place to squat down and get the red ribbon I bought with a scissor I always have in my pencil case. I cut a long length of the ribbon to make sure I'll be able to wrap it around the box and place my bag over the floor to use it as a little board and do everything on it. I encircle the box with the ribbon and make a bow on the front, then, do the same for the other side. Once it's perfect and makes me proud, I take a pink sticky note among the ones I just bought and grab a pen to write something on it. 

'Happy birthday, may your day be full of happiness!' 

I close my pen now that it's done and stick the note without doing it randomly, I found the perfect angle and spot to do it. I feel all jittery right now this is ridiculous. Now that I'm happy with what I've done, I put everything back in my bag and zip it up to stand up. I keep my box in my hold and now head to the school which is near this shop I just left.  

I wonder what is going to be her reaction, I hope for something good obviously but feel like this won't be as positive as it is in my head. I'm nervous as hell, but I want to do this so I will not crap out. 

Now that I finally reached the schoolyard, I walk in but make my way to the building without looking for my friends or running the risk to fall upon one of them. I rush to the door and push it to enter the building and climb up the two staircases on my right. 

Feeling the rush of blood burning my veins the more I'm approaching the classroom, I lick my lips and put the strap around my shoulder more properly with nervousness. As soon as my feet face the sliding door of the room number one hundred and twenty-four, I gulp down but touch it to move it to the right. I know that the doors are always opened at this time of the day since the maids still clean before the classes begin. 

My eyes raise up once the door is opened, but the message they send to my brain freeze me on my spot.

"Jungkook?"