Collision || Lee Know

feelings

"Do you wanna come over to my house for studying today?" He suggested, throwing me quite off guard.
"What? Your house?" I repeated, so he nodded. "Are you... sure?" He squinted his eyes confused. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I didn't know if I should agree on that. But on the other hand, I was dying to know what it looked like in there. The house of the 'Lee Minho'. The one everyone has been wanting to see, and he wants to tell me that it can be that easy? Impossible. What's his intention and sudden open attitude?

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"Well, who exactly are you?" His dad, or in other words, our school principal asked me while Minho insisted to bring me with him to Mr. Lee's car. "I am Kim Taerim. A..." Well, what exactly am I? "A friend of mine," he finished the sentence. "I see, but my son barely brings friends home. Including the fact that you're a girl." I felt more than uncomfortable in this situation. Especially by his sort of disgusted pronunciation of 'girl'.
"It'll be okay. We just wanna study. Also, mom isn't home." Would his mom be against it?

In the end, I ended up sitting awkwardly in the back of the car. It was all silent until his father spoke up, "Your math exam didn't go as great as I thought." Minho directed his view towards the window. "My math exam? But I didn't even get it back yet," he responded, slightly confused. "You know, I can easily take a look at them," Minho nodded. "What do I have then?" He asked with a sigh. "B plus," he answered. But this wasn't bad at all. "I see, I will do better next time."

"And you Kim Taerim. How are your grades going?" He looked at me through the front mirror. "Uhm. They're going okay, I guess," I answered. It was so tensed and I just wanted to finally get out. "Is my son teaching you well?" This sounded more sceptical and unpleasant to hear. "Yes." I forced out a nice response but couldn't help my uncomfortable tone. After about twenty seconds, his voice filled the way too quiet car again. "What does your family do for a living?" I felt my chest tightening, letting out fast, but steady breaths.
"Uhm," I had to find the right words. "Doesn't matter, her social status isn't important for the fact that I'm just teaching her." Minho loosened up the tensed state I was in, and I couldn't be more thankful. "As if it wouldn't be a waste," I heard his father quietly mumble, probably without the intention for me to hear.

We soon arrived as I exited in no time. I needed fresh air, without a doubt.
The view soon exchanged my current state with an impressed one. Just like I expected. Looks quite rich, but not too over done. It even had a gate and you could only get in with a password. They really do belong to the high society.

"Let's go up to my room," was the first thing he said before I could even take a proper look inside the whole mansion. It seemed all modern and quite neat. Mostly designed in white and bright tones. Pretty open and lightful too, which was a difference to the way I expected it to be. It somehow took my nervousness away, which was obviously something positive.

He opened the door, signaling me to get in before I'd walk even slower looking around. He had nothing, but at the same time everything in there. After all, it looked like a boys room, just full stars. A big desk with three monitors, a tall bed, a big closet, a TV and some book shelfs with books that were probably untouched.

"Why do you never bring anyone here, it's pretty," I spoke up, taking a seat. "No reason at all. I just don't think of my home that highly as other people might do." I nodded in response. "You don't even bring your girlfriends in that big ass bed?" I raised my eyebrows as he let out a light chuckle. "No, no one was ever worth it to bring into my room yet." I blinked a few times. Then what was I doing here? This definitely shouldn't be.
"How do you sleep with them then? Don't all your relationships stay in school?" I questioned. I may be asking too private things, but he talks about them way too openly anyway. "I already told you, I like giving people what they want." He sat down beside me. "Why are they always so greedy doing it with you?" I gave him a disgusted glance. "I'm better than you think. Just tell me and I'll prove you," he winked as I felt my lungs tightening. "Why would I want that?" I questioned. "Because having me as your first time is something you won't regret. I can send you into heaven easily." This didn't sound as unbelievable as it should have. I do believe that those rumours weren't wrong. He knows exactly what to do to a girl to make her beg for more.
"Not me though," I scoffed. "We'll see about that."