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"My what ?"

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For god sake... What could I answer?

What did I want to be for him?

His favorite hyung?

Teacher?

Friend?

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A little dizzy, I slowly opened my eyes, still holding him against me. No matter how much I thought, my brain was out of order. So, I answered, cheeks burning and nose buried in his neck.

"Your... favorite... teacher..."

At once, I was convinced he was going to make fun of me, but seconds passed in complete silence. His lack of reaction worried me so much I slowly moved away from him, observing my hair peeling off from his wet cheeks until I crossed his unreadable gaze.

"Teacher, really?" He asked in a deep voice, watching me carefully before blinking. "You're drunk, right?"

Immediately, I blushed even more. But when he raised his right hand to touch my forehead, I grabbed his wrist, staring at the palm of his trembling blood-covered hand.

"Minho! What's happened?!" I shouted while he was looking away.

"Nothing."

Sorry?!

Anxious, annoyed by his unbearable habit of always minimizing what was happening to him, I dragged him to my apartment, mind still fogged by alcohol, using a strength I only had after drinking and against which he was helpless. Then, with an abrupt and messy gesture, I locked the door before kicking a balloon that was on the floor.

When I turned to my student, ready to order him to follow me into the bathroom to put his wounded hand under water, I frowned realizing he was standing behind my sofa, his face tensed as if he had seen the devil.

"What's wrong?"

Lost, I followed his gaze that went from me to the ground or rather, to the balloon I had just thrown into a room's corner. The second I laid my hand on it, Minho disappeared behind the sofa, leaving me completely stunned.

"Minho?" As I approached the sofa with the balloon, I discovered him crouching down, hands on his ears and head down. "Are you......... afraid.............. of balloons?"

Straightaway, he looked daggers at me, sulking so cutely I tried with all my strength not to laugh.

"Who, me?! Don't say such..."

🎈 PAF!

"AAAAaaahahhh my god !!!!"

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Ah...

As soon as the balloon had burst, Minho fell to the ground screaming, hand on his heart, pale as a sheet and all sweaty. Breathing at full speed, he closed his eyes while I remained silent, totally under the spell of his surprising weakness.

My little scared kitten...

As I crouching down beside him, hiding my smile, I felt terribly hot. Seeing him lying on my apartment's floor was making my head spin more than any alcohol. Gaze wandering all over his body, I imagined myself over him, covering his beautiful face with kisses. But red with shame and guilt, I bit my lips by crossing his scowling gaze.

"Are you having fun?"

"I'm not making fun of you..." I mumbled. "Come, let's go heal your wound..."

Getting up, I held out my hand to him but true to himself, he got up by himself. While he was following me, my heart was beating so fast I was talking hastily, pointing him out my flat's rooms to fill the silence when suddenly, I bit my tongue.

"That's... my *😫* bedroom..."

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"And there's a washbasin in it?"

"Ah... no..."

"In that case, I don't see why we stand in front of the door like that..."

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~POV Minho~

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Stupid squirrel...

He was giving me a headache...

I didn't even know why I had agreed to follow him home. Since yesterday I was angry with him. Since this morning, I didn't want to see him anymore. And since what had happened in the infirmary, it was worse. Yet, he had caught me off guard appearing on my doorstep at that late hour, half drunk, to throw himself into my arms like the crybaby he was.

It had taken me several seconds before realizing he was indeed real. Then, he asked me to forgive him. Maybe it was the alcohol he had drunk that was talking, but I hadn't been able to reject him. I had never seen him so overbearing and the force with which he had pushed me in his flat had left me speechless.

How could such a small body have so much strength? A drunken squirrel was something else...

Back in his always so untidy living room, I watched him put a compress on my wound before wrapping my hand in a bandage. I hated feeling so vulnerable, like I depended on him. But there was something so nice, reassuring, captivating seeing him take care of me I let him do, observing him in silence.

Hair all messed up...

Cheeks reddened by alcohol...

Little pink wet lips which he was chewing nervously...

The squirrel was always terribly cute, but there...

Since my hand was on his knees, I noticed how small, thin and perfectly curved his legs were... pretty little doll's legs we just dreamed of seeing naked, covered with fishnet stockings or long cute socks full of...

"How did this happen?"

Looking up at him, I swallowed my saliva, trying to get these crazy ideas out of my mind.

"A glass broke. I hurt myself picking up the pieces from the floor."

"Liar..."

"I was sleepy. I didn't pay attention."

I was lying, of course. But tonight, he wasn't easy to fool.

"You lie all the time." He whispered sadly, before checking the bandage was properly put on. Then, he looked at me seriously. "And... you haven't told me... if you forgive me..."

"If I don't, are you gonna cry?"

"Will you forgive me if I cry?"

Damn it...

His question was so stupid it made me smile.

Cruel mistake...

Immediately, he laughed too, swelling his cheeks in such a childish way I rolled my eyes with a sigh. When he went to the bathroom to put away his medical kit, I ran a sweaty hand through my hair, eyes fixed on the bandage I caressed mechanically.

I couldn't understand how he could disrupt my life so much, but all this was his fault. Today, I had come home from highschool completely beside myself... because of what had happened yesterday... what he had done for Hyunjin this morning... but also because of that damn story I still couldn't believe...

On the way to the gym, Mr. Seo had begged me not to tell anyone about what I'd heard, saying it wasn't what I thought, etc.... but the more he talked, the more I felt like hitting him. I was furious without understand why. In the afternoon, I could have hit Hyunjin if Choi Minee hadn't stopped me. And if my uncle hadn't gone out tonight, I didn't know what would have happened.

Everything, everyone was getting on my nerves.

Angry like never, I kept lying on my bed for hours, trying to understand what was happening to me. I refused to become attached to him but at the same time, knowing him close to other people made me sick. Why?! All this rage, frustration... was it jealousy?

At this mere thought, I had almost lost my mind.

Standing in the kitchen while sirens were resounding outside the building, I'd banged my glass of water against the worktop sharply. At once, pain hit me like an animal bite, but I'd remained motionless, watching my bloody hand, removing the glass' shards lodged in my flesh with indifference, realizing even that ache was nothing compared to the pain I felt because of my stupid teacher...

Fuck... Was it really jealousy?!

Annoyed, I was pulling my hair when his smartphone started to vibrate, next to me on the sofa. Looking at the screen by reflex, I instantly clenched my teeth while my nails scratching the seat fabric nervously.

From : Changbin

Hey Ji'! Thanks again for this evening! It brought back good memories! And this time we managed to get drunk without ending up in the same bed lol 😂😂😂 See you tomorrow for the hangover! 😱

So, that's how it was... You, fucking squirrel...

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~POV Jisung~

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"Minho?"

I'd just put away the medical kit and put some water on my face when, coming back into the living room, I discovered my student standing in front of the door, his bandage on the floor. Immediately, with a tight and heavy heart, I asked him what was happening when, with a dark look, he spoke with detachment, as if he wanted to hurt me.

"You know, I won't say anything about you and Mr. Seo. I'll even tell you one of my secrets." As my eyes began to fill with tears, he continued with a cold smirk. "That weekend, I wasn't in Daejeon but in Seoul at my girlfriend's house and since you wanted to know it so bad {he touched the graze on his lips' corner} I got this, fighting with a guy for her. Well, I'm going to see her now... she will make me a better bandage than this. After all, it's her job taking care of me and not yours, right teacher?"

When he closed the door behind him, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks, remembering what Changbin had told me earlier.

❝Highschool forbids relationships between colleagues, so it won't be easy if Seugmin agrees to go out with me... but at least I'm not in love with a student... because there... it would really be a disaster... ❞

Hearing that, I had laughed as if I wasn't concerned but now, I knew it. If it was hurting me so bad, it was because I loved him... A forbidden love I needed to forget as soon as possible because now more than ever, I knew how impossible it was...

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Fifteen days later...

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Thursday 26th November

Fifteen days...

It had been a fortnight since I had last spoken to Minho. Indeed, as I thought, this conversation had been a goodbye. Since that night, I had done everything I could to avoid him and even though I didn't know the exact reason, he had done the same. We were only talking to each other in class. Outside, we barely said hello to each other.

Autumn had slowly given way to a cold winter beginning and my heart was like frozen. In pieces. It was awfully hard, but there was nothing I could do about it. Minho had a girlfriend... maybe this Choi Minee who had been spending all her time with him and Hyunjin for several days... maybe another girl... At the moment, less involved in fights and often with Hyunjin who girls adored, Minho was becoming more popular...

We were in class when, turning to the students after writing on the blackboard, I went towards the penultimate row, before stopping in front of the desk of a boy who had just passed a little pink note to Hyunjin. From the corner of my eye, I could see Minho, nose in his notes as if I wasn't here, when I spoke firmly to the two other students.

"Can I ask what you both are doing? Hyunjin, give me that."

Reluctantly, the pink-haired boy handed me the note which probably came from a girl. Indeed, it wasn't the first time I had intercepted a love declaration for "the 3C-3's prince". Yet, looking inside the envelope, my body tense while, at the other end of the class, a girl student was fidgeting in her chair, silently imploring me not to read it aloud.

But frankly, no chance.

The only thing I wanted was to trow that fucking note on fire and send that girl out of highschool by dragging her by the hair...

If only I could...

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