MISTER LEE

Eighteen

"Which one are you having problems with?" Mister Lee says as soon as he sat on my swivel chair.

I grab the papers on the floor before pointing the thing that had me crying in frustration. It's his subject.

"It's not that hard to present this Donghyuck."

"I know," I roll my eyes. "It's the deadline I'm having problems with. It's already Tuesday and I need to pass that in Thursday when you just gave it yesterday!"

Once I've picked up the things, I scoot closer to him. Instead of letting me stand up beside him, he pulls me towards his lap.

"You go start that. I'll guide you."

I huff. I set my clock an hour from now on, setting myself a deadline in a hour just so I could focus. I start to tap things around his laptop and paste things. Once I'm done I add a little bit of sprinkles in it like what Renjun did last presentation. I start to read it over and over again, trying to make it perfect and easy to understand.

I picked up his assignment that he wants us to pass, then I try to organize my thoughts about the question. I wrote an introduction before finally pointing out the facts of the questions given.

It's been an hour and I didn't finished the presentation for other subjects yet. I groan and throw the pen towards the wall yet Mister Lee holds my wrists.

I look at him as he turns me towards him. I sway my feet on either sides of his hips as he pulls me close to his chest.

"Don't limit just an hour for all of it Donghyuck. Just do what you can, then take a break, and do it again. Don't force yourself into making it perfect in just one try."

"I want to make it perfect though."

"Who doesn't want perfection?" He says. "What I'm trying to say is — don't assume for it to be perfect in just one try and over a limited time."

I coil myself in his lap. "Is this okay?"

He reviews it and nods. "Do you want to pass it now?"

"No!" I huff. "I'll pass it together with my classmates." I say.

"Some of them emailed this to me already. You sure?"

I bit my lips. "Fine."

"Let me grade this later then." He says while swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

"You go take an ice cream break."

"I'll finish this first." I argue.

He holds my waist though and stops me from turning back to the laptop. I frown at his actions.

"What did I tell you about slowing down things?"

I avert my gaze. "To take a break."

He sighs. Suddenly I'm on his arms already as he carries me out of the room and grabs something out of his fridge. We went back the room, in the same position.

"Open your mouth." He commands while feeding me the ice cream. I do as he says and bite on it.

He stares at me while I let the ice cream melt on my mouth. He also stops my thighs from swaying.

"You shake your head when you eat." He states.

I flush.

It has always been my problem ever since. My father always scolds me for shaking my head as if I didn't want the food. I can't help it, it's my habit when I eat. It's like natural for me.

He cups my cheeks. "Let me see it one more time."

"Huh?"

"It's cute."