"Happy..." I trailed off, seeing Namjoon so concentrated and still busy in his work. I had been waiting but it seemed like his countless amount of chores were nowhere near their ending.

"Yeah, Soomi?" He said, not looking up and arranging his files. Hundreds of paper sheets scattered all across his table.

"Nothing."

Happy valentines day. Instead I said it in my mind.

"Oh, it's valentines day today!" He said by himself as if he had just recalled it.

"Yeah. I got a lot of chocolate." I pulled down the zipper of my backpack and showed him what was inside. Namjoon peered over a little from the other side of the table.

"Wow," h mumbled, eyes going wide. "They were from the girls?"

"Of course." With a smug look on my face I boasted. "Though I don't know if I'll win against Taehyung, he might get more again this year. What about you?"

"I got some too." He scratched on the top of his head.

Pfft, who would give their teacher a chocolate.

Namjoon's hands went under the table as he pulled out a basket. A very large basket filled with all kinds of chocolates and letters.

I forgot he was a handsome and a young teacher.

"I don't know who put them here. All the cards and letters are anonymous." Namjoon sighed, shoving the basket to a side. "That's why I locked the door to my office."

Here I had thought he locked it for privacy, just so we could talk freely without people butting in.

"Hmm." A scowl appeared on my face involuntarily. "I lost to you. You got more chocolate than me."

"Really?" Namjoon grinned biting on his lower lip. Damn sexy.

"I'm a little disappointed to be honest. I thought you'd give me chocolates too." Saying that he went back to work. Though I could say from his tone that he was rather joking.

I had something for him, and it was right inside my backpack. I couldn't help but hesitate, since the other stuff he recieved were way better than mine.

"Are you busy the whole day today?" I smoothly avoided the topic and asked.

"Just taking care of everything since I'd have to go back soon." With a small puff of breath he got up, and went towards the other side of the room where some cardboard boxes were placed on the floor.

"I'm preparing ahead. Don't know when professor Cha comes back so...," He pressed his lips thin, showing me a closed mouthed smile.

"Let me help you." I got up. He protested.

"It's okay." He smiled again and my heart sank there. He was okay leaving too.

"Namjoon-sshi," I called out to him. My voice so soft that it surprised my own self, probably him too, because he stopped in the middle of his work.

"I um-" I averted my gaze, that nervous feeling starting to kick back in.

"So, we don't have eachother's numbers, and now you're going back." I gulped down the lump rising in my throat. "I thought we could maybe exchange numbers and I could contact you sometimes."

This was definitely a first. Never in my life I had asked for someone's contact. Texting, and calling, keeping in touch wasn't my niche.

"Really?" Namjoon shouted making me look at him and he was really surprised, the happy kind of surprise to be exact.

"You want to stay in contact with me? I thought you wouldn't! I was gonna give you my number anyway before I leave," he rambled on with this radiant smile on his face.

"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I?" I scoffed.

After holding hands, and kissing, more than once, or twice if I really thought about it, and even after going on a date he thought he could leave and we'd both just separately live our lives?

How could he think that?

"Namjoon-sshi." I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning my back against his table.

"You can call me just Namjoon now." He smiled as he kept on filling those boxes with those papers.

Really?

He was giving me the honour to call him not only by his first name, but also call out to him informally, despite me being his student. Though the anger wasn't going down even in that case.

"You know, I'm kind of hurt. After all that happened you thought I wouldn't want to stay in contact with you."

Again Namjoon halted in his work and turned to meet my eyes. My infiriated face probably got him a little since he looked like he didn't know what to say for a second.

"Soomi I-, I thought you weren't serious about us?" He finally said, ending his statement with a question.

This time I couldn't even hide the look of getting hurt. "You, this was my first time and you know it. First time kissing someone, going on a real date with. Okay I get that you are our teacher BUT SOMETIMES YOU'RE JUST TOO CLUELESS."

Namjoon quietly endured me bawling at him with his mouth slightly parted. He licked his lower lip, and gave it a mull over before he started talking again.

"I thought you said you were asexual and probably aromantic too, I mean, at least you said that you possibly were. Everything that happened after was too surreal to me. I didn't come here to end up being in-. A-and who would want to have a serious relationship with me anyway? Plus we know each other only for a month. Other than that, Soomi, do you like me?"

He rambled on so fast with such a blank expression on, I had to debate if he was actually rapping or not. And it took me a while to take in what he had just said.

He was asking if I liked him or not.

Not giving him an answer, I pulled myself up on top of his desk and sat there with my arms still crossed over my chest.

"I'll answer that when you come back to Seoul next time. You'll come to visit here, right? Or are you gonna disappear after leaving this college?"

Namjoon looked a little disappointed, seeing me not answering his question. He bit on his lips hard not to show that but the disappointment was prominent on his face.

"Yeah, I'll visit. I'll definitely come here."

"That's good then." I exhaled, taking my backpack and pulling out a small box from it. Gathering all my courage, I looked at him.

"Happy valentines day, Namjoon."

And his mouth was yet again open as if his jaw would drop on the floor. He blinked hard staring at the box that was held out to him. "You made chocolates for me?"

"These are muffins but yeah."

After hundreds of ugly and burnt attempts, only those came out a little decent, still they were too sweet for my taste. I was aiming for making the bitter ones. Thank god even after all that failure Hyemi didn't give up on me.

"Wow," he mumbled approaching me, taking the box from my hands.

"They are a little too sweet. Sorry." I breathed out. "They might not taste as good."

"You don't even know how precious these are to me." He was grinning by himself, opening the box like it was filled with treasure. Again those dimples, and that innocent smile.

Why don't you just kill me already?

"That was cringy." I said, making him cackle.

He took a piece and bit on the side. I was holding my breath, clutching onto the sides of the desk. Please don't throw up!

Instead his grin got brighter. "It's really sweet but good job! Since I've been so busy, and low on sugar, these would actually help."

As he was attempting to take another bite, I snatched it away from him, the whole box too. "Eat them later, and slowly. You'll get diabetics. You don't know how much sugar I accidentally put in the dough."

I could sense my face slowly becoming red as I was saying those. But he disrespectfully put his finger over his lips and licked on it.

"Hey this is actually quite good. Give it to me!"

He put his hands by my sides hastily, leaning in to get the box that I had behind my back but I pushed it further away using my hands.

"You just can't but make me struggle, can you?" His eyes were frowning, and demanding as he looked at me.

Then I realized how close we were. His face merely an inch away, his breath fanning my lips. Since I was on top of his desk we were on the same eye level.

His eyes were locked with mine and as if it came as a reflex I grabbed onto his tie, pulling him a little more closer with only a thin gap of air separating us. And he closed his eyes.

I froze there. So close to kissing him, but I had stopped. It made his eyes flutter open, and he looked puzzled.

"What?" He whispered, his head rolling to the side a little.

"It's just that I always kiss you first. You're never the one to start it." The words escaped my mouth and I wasn't even fully aware of it.

It was true. It was as if I was one of the dominating, passive-aggressive male characters from all those romance mangas and fanfics I had read. I was always the first one to initiate it.

"So you want me to kiss you first?"

Was he actually smirking?

I couldn't confirm if it was really a smirk or not, before that, he had closed the gap between us and crashed his lips on mine. My mind went blank with that.

But just a second after that, my thoughts ran wild and I kissed him back. My hands reached for the back of his neck, loosely hanging there as our lips worked rhythmically. Causing thousands of fireworks happening inside my chest and butterflies fluttering inside my stomach.

The muffins I made for him were really too sweet.

He let go huffing out a breath and I did the same, still holding onto him. And I was right, he was smirking and it was still there.

"So, babygirl." He suddenly whispered it in his American accented English, sending shivers down my spine. "You gave chocolates to only me and no other guys right?"

"Yeah!" I answered, blushing beet red, but then I remembered. "H-Hoseok had tasted some of it."

"What?" He asked, clearly a little annoyed.

I'd never seen this side of him before. First calling me a babygirl like an f-boy, and then scowling by himself.

"Because Hyemi taught me how to make those and I was at her place the whole day. Hoseok was there too and he-" I couldn't help but stutter under his stare.

"You don't have a clue do you?" He whispered. Again shivers went down my spine. His deep voice and his tone had something in it.

"D-dont go all fifty shades of grey with me!" My stupid mouth blurted out.

He looked at me shell-shocked for a second, then bursted out laughing. Though he got a hold of himself soon.

"You have yet to see a lot of sides of me." He said eyeing my lips.

He then held my waist and moved his body closer, in between my legs he stood. Tilting his head to the side he kissed me again.

This one was different. I'd never experienced anything like this before.

It wasn't gentle this time but quite rough yet, seductive. His lips skillfully worked against mine and I didn't know what to do this time, instead my legs gave out and I held on tightly to him. I couldn't even breath but that was not the problem, the problem was that I was almost fainting due to the ecstasy.

His hands roamed around my waist to my thighs. Though I had jeans on I could actually feel the hit of his skin as he pulled me closer to him. It was almost like a magnet, how captivating he was. And then another thing happened.

I could feel his tongue going inside my mouth and he was sucking on my lower lip.

That was it, I was surely fainting.

He pulled away from me before that could happen. And thst left us a breathing mess. My lungs needed air, I couldn't speak properly, yet I yelled on top of exhausted lungs.

"What! was! that!"

"What? You didn't like it?" He said between his pants.

It would be a lie if I only said I liked it, because I loved it. I enjoyed way too much and this was shocking to me.

His eyes scanned my flushed face then they went to my lips. "Dang, I want to kiss you again," he said to himself.

"Namjoon!" I called his name in a breathy voice, as his face was close to mine yet again.

He moved his head back and looked at me with surprised eyes. "That was... sexy."

"Shut up!" I shouted before pulling him in a kiss again. I ought to actually lose a count of our kisses with this tango of our lips going on.

I was happy. I was more than happy. And it was not even a question anymore if I liked him or not. I just wanted to be with him, as much as my life could offer me.

"Hey, I'm curious." I pulled back a little. "You have to tell me about expensive girl."

He smirked closing the gap again and murmured against my skin. "Yeah, when you answer to my question. If you like me or not."

This sneaky little!

On the other hand, I had to admit that I never liked valentines day. But this day was probably the best day of my life.

As I was endorsed here, I didn't know what was waiting for me at home.

That's the reason why I'm always afraid to be too happy because when I am, eventually it comes crashing down at the end of the day.

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A/n: this is random but,
Person: where are you from?
Me: Asia ^^
Person: WOW ARE YOU KOREAN JAPANESE OR CHINESE
Me: have you heard of Bangladesh
Person: lol k bye

Me:

Btw yall know this book gonna end soon right?

UPDATE 2021: WTF MYSHA FROM 2017 WAS A WILD ASS HOE TO ACTUALLY WRITE SCENES LIKE DAT