Sorry for loving you

Chapter 3

You quickly washed up and prepared to leave for university. Even though you were extremely late, you couldn't help but pick up your daily morning coffee before heading into campus. As expected, the moment you entered the lecture hall, you were lectured for being so late. In the corner of your eye, you could feel somebody staring at you. You began to look around the class while getting scolded, trying to figure out who it was. There he was, it was him, f/n. He was staring at you with his beautiful aquatic blue eyes, giggling to himself at the sight of you getting scolded. You couldn't help but break into a slight smile. "Ms. y/n, what exactly are you smiling at? You've paid so much to be in this class and you have the guts to not only be one hour late, but also smile while im admonishing you. I don't know what's wrong with you today, but you'd better get it checked and corrected." You hated this professor's guts, he was always grumpy, and his facial structure complemented his attitude. Your heart raced as you walked away, the professor never actually cared about where you sat, so you could sit wherever you wanted. "Should i sit next to him? I want to but im too scared, my heart's beating as fast as it possibly can thinking about him, will i survive sitting next to him for the next two hours?" you thought to yourself. Screw it, without hesitation, you grabbed a seat next to him. "Nice to see you, dear" he jokingly teased. You felt your face flush a bright red underneath your mask, you couldn't comprehend what he just called you. Did he really just call you dear? Did you mishear him? You two aren't even dating, why are you so happy that he called you dear? You felt so loved being around him, you wanted to rest your head on his chest and fall asleep.