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"So...Yuta, now that you're giving me extra credit, are you going to leak the question papers to me too?", Sicheng teased.

It had been a month since Yuta confronted the younger about extra credit, and the duo had grown quite comfortable around each other. They would tease each other, crack jokes and even have intense discussions about life.

"Nah," Yuta said, "A star student like you won't be needing leaked question papers. You're already back on your track!"

"Aw man, I was kinda hoping you'd do that, considering I'm your favourite student now.", the student wiggled his eyebrows.

Yuta tutted. "You're getting too ahead of yourself, Dong Sicheng. Stop talking before you I kick you out of my house."

Sicheng's expression changed to that of a serious one. He wouldn't want to get kicked out of the house before he could taste Yuta's delicious hot chocolate, right? "My apologies, Professor Nakamoto."

Yuta tousled Sicheng's hair. "Now while I make hot chocolate, I want an essay on how Taejo of Joseon became the first ruler of Korea. Understood?"

The Chinese nodded.

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Yuta hummed to a song while he made the hot chocolate. From the time he started tutoring Sicheng, hot chocolate had become their type of comfort drink.

His phone rang, causing him to pause his singing. It was his annoying fiancée, Ji-ah.

He sighed and braced himself of what was to come.

"Hey hubby~", she started in a sickenly sweet tone. "When will you take me out again?"

Yuta could imagine her pouting on the other end. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't call me hubby, we're not married. And also, I'm busy with college work, I don't have time to take you out. Please stop disturbing me."

"Aw Yuta, if you don't take me out then how will I get to know my future husband? I've planned so many things that we will do after our marriage!", she carried on. "For our honeymoon, we'll go to France, Los Angeles and New York City. And for our first anniversary, we'll go to Singapore. Oh! After we have kids, we'll-", Yuta abruptly ended the call. He just couldn't keep up with all her rambling.

He kept his phone on silent, and took the mugs to his room.

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"Your hot chocolate never fails to help me relax.", Sicheng praised.

Yuta just uttered a low 'thank you'.

"Hey Yuta.", the student waved his hands in front of him. "You seem down, what's wrong?"

Yuta looked up. A sudden thought struck his mind. He never noticed how beautiful the younger was. His doe eyes, his big ears, his lips, the way his bangs fell in front of his eyes. Instinctively, Yuta reached out his hand, and removed them from Sicheng's eyes.

Sicheng could feel his face grow hot as his professor's hand lingered on his forehead. "Y-Yuta?", he stuttered. He felt as if butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. Strange. He never felt like that around any of his exes.

Yuta snapped out of whatever reverie he was in. He cleared his throat and removed his hand.

Sicheng suddenly stood up. "I-I should get going, Y-Yuta.", he said, still not believing that the situation was real.

Yuta just blankly stared at him and nodded. Even though he was stoic, deep inside he wished that the moment between them was sempiternal.

That day, Sicheng went out of the doors with a new realization: He had a crush on his history professor.