Only You (YeonGyu)

Chapter 12

Beomgyu's POV

Following Sir Yeonjun outside the school, I felt so naive, as if I was a puppy following its owner. There are so many questions running through my head, and I can't fathom why I'm so anxious around him. People were passing us by, which made me feel scared, because they were giving me weird stares, especially the other students. I only looked down the entire time until we reached Sir Yeonjun's car.

"Get in." He said.

I was hesitant for a moment, but I ended up getting into the front seat. Why does he want to talk to me anyway? I mean, what's his deal? If this is gonna be a normal conversation, then he should've made me go to his office, but no. Something tells me that this is gonna be very serious.

"I hope you're fine being around me. I-I'm sorry if this seems surprising to you." He starts the engine as he tells me to put my seatbelt on.

We drove down the street in pure silence. It was awkward. Although, Sir Yeonjun was trying to ease the tension and open up some random topics. He was trying his best to make me feel comfortable, but I had no idea how to do the same. It's like we're ten miles apart, or like there's an invisible wall between us, which is why I can't even convey my thoughts regarding the situation I'm in.

He glanced at me with his fetching smile, asking me how I'm feeling.

"I'm okay." I replied, almost sounding like a whisper.

He brought his attention back to the road, while I gazed at him in a very curious manner. It felt so strange, so unusual, and so eccentric, that I gulped nervously without taking my eyes off of him. His well-proportioned figure is truly divine. Now, that I take a closer look at him even more, it felt like as if I was falling endlessly into dimensions that I had never been into before. All of his features are spellbinding, which I find prepossessing of him. Why do I find him delectable in many ways just by staring at him?

My heart couldn't resist itself from racing at full speed as I described Sir Yeonjun as naturally striking. I don't even know why I'm thinking all of this stuff, and why my thoughts are messing up my head, but that's what I'm feeling. This lingering sensation is somehow fluffy on the inside that I want it to stay forever.

He glanced at me again, and I quickly looked away, blushing in embarrassment. I heard him chuckle as I let this mortifying feeling consume me.

Soon, we arrived at our destination. Sir Yeonjun parked his car first before we entered the fine restaurant. He led me to a table just for the two of us, which I find courteous of him. We took our seats as the waiter gave us the menu.

"Just pick anything you want, Beomgyu. It'll be my treat." Yeonjun happily said.

My eyes widened at the prices of every meal. They were expensive as hell. I mean, I'm not actually used to eating expensive meals. I prefer the simple and cheap ones, because they taste better in my opinion. Even if my family's rich, I always buy or prepare a delicious meal that doesn't cost a fortune, but fills our appetite.

"I'll have the Korean Fried Chicken Wings and the Classic Caesar Salad. Also, two Fudge Brownie Sundae for dessert. Beomgyu, how about you? What do you want?"

I didn't know what to pick, because they were too much for me. It took me a minute to place my order, which is the Pasta Napolitano. Just by the fancy surroundings and looking at the menu made me dizzy. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't pull myself together.

"How about the drinks?" The waiter asked as he noted down our orders.

"Maybe iced tea would be fine." Yeonjun snickered.

The waiter then left, so we only had to wait for our meals to come. I was fidgeting on my seat, trying to calm my nerves down, then Sir Yeonjun suddenly asked me if I was doing okay. He noticed that I seemed a bit tense, so he did everything he could to help me with my anxiety.