Finally, Monday rolled around.

Walking into class I was expecting the worst.

You know, walk in and have my head chopped off by the evil professor.

Instead, I was faced with something even scarier;

A substitute teacher.

"Mr. Kim isn't here?!" Irene asks in shock.

"Your professor took a sick day. I guess it was pretty bad but don't worry, he'll recover in no time." The sub says as she smiles widely.

I had to say, I was pretty relieved.

I could finally get a break from the constant teasing and calling out when I did nothing wrong.

This was nice.

•

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Baekhyun asks as we gather around in a group.

"Who cares." I mutter into my folded arms.

"As bitchy as always." Irene laughs as she pats me on the shoulder.

"No I just really don't like him." I say as I move my head up to look at her.

"That's good because I don't think he likes you either." Irene laughs.

Oh boy was she wrong.

"I couldn't care either way." I say as I go back to doing my work.

It was nice to finally have some peace and quiet.

•••

Days past and Mr. Kim still wasn't back.

I guess he really must be sick if he's already been out for almost a whole week.

I wonder if he died..

Does he even have people that come and check on him?

Why do I even care?

Maybe I should go check on him..

I know I don't like him and all but I would feel just a tiny bit guilty if he died knowing I didn't go check on him even for a few seconds.

Giving in to my thoughts, I decide to go.

•••

I stared up at the huge house in front of me, unsure if I should just turn around and go home.

What if he took it the wrong way and thought I was here because of something else?

But what if he's dead?

That's the biggest thing here.

I take in a breath and force myself to go up to his porch.

I knock a couple times and when no one answers I push my luck and slowly twist the doorknob.

To my surprise, it's unlocked.

He does realize how unsafe that is and that someone could just break in at any second right?

What if I was a burglar?

Idiot.

Glancing around I notice that the house is dead silent.

I tried my best to remember which room was his but there was just so many that I couldn't even recall ever seeing his bedroom.

I guess this was going to be a treasure hunt but instead of looking for treasure I was looking for my creep of a professor; who may or may not be dying as we speak.

With that, I set out in search of Mr. Sick man.

•

It seemed as if I had checked every single room in this house and yet I couldn't find him.

I was now on the third floor and there was only one room I hadn't looked in.

The room being the one right beside the "keep out" room.

Slowly, I push the door open and I'm surprised to find Mr. Kim sound asleep on the bed.

As I got closer I realized that he looked super pale and there was dark circles around his eyes.

His hair was a mess and he was wearing a wrinkly white shirt.

Beside his beside table was an empty glass of water and a pill bottle.

A sudden voice scares me, causing me to jump back and grab onto my now pounding chest.

"Why are you in my house?"

The voice was low and raspy.

I looked down to se Mr. Kim with his eyes half open and his lips dried.

He looked horrible.

"I wanted to Uh, I had to make sure you weren't dead." I say as I fix my bag on my shoulder.

"You care if I die or not?" He asks but he didn't sound cocky like he usually did.

"Well Yeah, I'm not that heartless." I say as I look down at his weak frame.

He smiles slightly then winces in pain.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice more panicked then I thought it would be.

Mr. Kim looked at me and smiled as his eyes fell shut.

"I like when you worry about me." He says as he licks his lips to wet them.

I swallow down a feeling of shyness at his words.

"Have you eaten?" I ask.

"No." He says as he opens his eyes now to look at me.

"How long have you been in here like this?" I ask.

"Awhile." Is all He says.

I let out a breath and turn on my heels.

"I'll be back with some food."

There was just something about him in this venerable state that made me have a change of heart.

He was much better when he wasn't acting like a cocky sex addict.

This was the Mr. Kim that I could tolerate.

•

Once I'm finished I come back into his room with the food and a glass of water in my hand.

"Here." I say, waking him up.

He blinks at me for a second before sitting up in his bed.

"Thanks." He mumbles as he takes the glass from me, nearly drinking the whole thing in only a couple seconds.

As he eats the food I made I just kind of stand there and glance around the room.

It was a lot different then I had expected.

Not that I thought about what his room looked like or anything.

"You can sit." He says as he chews on a piece of toast.

I nod as I pull up a chair by his bedside.

Now it really felt like he was dying.

"I thought you hated me? Why are you being so nice all of a sudden. Maybe you really are bipolar." Mr. Kim says as he looks at me as if he was studying my face.

"You're just different when you're sick. You're not trying so hard to be a dick." I shrug.

"So you don't hate me?" He asks.

I look over at him to see him already looking at me, waiting for my answer.

He kind of looked like a small puppy right now.

It was..cute.

"I guess I don't." I say as I let my hands fall into my lap.

What Mr. Kim says next makes my heart beat a little bit quicker.

"Good because I can't stand the thought of you hating me." He says with a smile that could cure all types of diseases.

Before I knew it, I was smiling too.

"You have a nice smile." I say and he looks as if I had just thrown a brick at his mothers face.

"You're complimenting me?" He asks with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I say as I push a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Are you sure you didn't get hit in the head or something before you came over here? This isn't like you at all." Mr. Kim says as he stares at me with his head tilted to the side.

"I didn't." I confirm.

I don't know what had gotten into me.

I guess I realized that maybe Mr. Kim isn't so bad after all..

What I say next I definitely would come to regret.

"If you weren't sick, I think I would ask you to kiss me."

[...]

A/n: Wowwie it's been a long day. I'm exhausted but I wanted to update again. Also, my mom was talking about buying me a laptop and I'm really hoping she does bcuz I really want one for my writing and what not. I'm just hoping it actually works out this time. 😪