Love on the Syllabus (A Han Jisung Fanfic)

Chapter 7

*HAN'S POV*

As the first rays of sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, the room gradually filled with a subdued golden glow. The soft chirping of birds outside provided a melodic backdrop to the tranquility of the morning.

Underneath a cozy blanket, I slowly stirred in the bed, stretching my limbs and letting out a contented sigh. Fully opening my eyes, I turn my head to my left and smile when I see Vera, snoring quietly under the blanket. It was a surprise she even showed up at my doorstep. I wasn't going to tell her till today but I guess words go around when my best friend is dating her best friend.

With a grin spreading across my face, I swung my legs out from beneath the covers and placed my feet on floor. I quickly change into a shirt and jeans as I watched her turn to her left and murmur something in her sleep. It made me chuckle. A piece of hair falls over her face so I pick the strands from her face and mov them away. I admired her beauty as my eyes went to her lips. The same lips that had screamed my name over and over last night. Smiling, I lean over her face and place my lips on her cheek, leaving a small kiss.

Walking down into my kitchen, I decide to make a quick breakfast. Taking out the ingredients from the fridge and turning the coffee maker on, I dive right into cutting some fruits. It wasn't until I was flipping an omelette that I felt a pair of arms go around my torso. Smiling, I put my hand on hers. "You should've slept more. Breakfast isn't done yet."

"Mm," she replies, nuzzling her cheek against my shoulder. "Please tell me this is all real. That last night wasn't a dream."

Smiling, I shake my head, I turn around and cup her cheeks as her sleepy eyes looked at me. "Do you regret it?" She was still wearing the pajamas I gave her and the shirt was a tad bit too big for her small posture. The silver of skin showing, her collarbone exposed as the shirt moved every time she moved her arm. All I wanted to do was ditch breakfast and have her under me again. Or on top. The thoughts I had before I knew what she looked like under the clothes were nothing compared to what they are now.

And it didn't help that she was all commando underneath.

"What?" She blinks, her eyes now fully wide. "No! Why would you even say that?"

"I mean last night meant a lot to me. Being your first and all." Her nipples were poking through the shirt and I had to mentally tell my brain to shut up.

Her cheeks turn pink. "Last night meant a lot to me too."

I grin and swoop down, pecking her lips. She blinks at me, surprised. "I love it when you blush." Her cheeks turn red, the color of the apple that I have yet to still cut. I laugh softly. "Why don't you sit and I'll serve breakfast?"

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*VERA'S POV*

I watch as he washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Since when did a man, cleaning and washing the dishes, get so attractive? The man in front of me, the very same person who took my virginity last night. Butterflies erupted in my stomach just by thinking of last night. He was very sweet and gentle with me. It suddenly dawns on me that I slept with my English teacher.

"Vera."

What if people found out? My family? I frowned at the thought. It wouldn't be a pretty sight if this were to get out.

"Vera!"

I jump and lift my head at Mr. Han. "Y-yes?"

"I wanted to ask if you wanted ice cream," he asks.

"Oh."

"Are you okay?" He walks over and sits besides me, tucking hair behind my ear. "Are you in pain? Do you want advil? Was I too roug-"