Love on the Syllabus (A Han Jisung Fanfic)

Chapter 8 (M)

The next day, we had our first exam. Math. My least favorite subject but I knew the stuff atleast. I had 2.5 hours to finish it and I managed to finish it in 1.5 hrs, which the next half hour I used to go over every question to see if I did them right. By the time I was done, it was around 1pm and every student was allowed to leave early, if they finished early.

Upon getting my bag and phone when I left the class, my phone buzzed. It was Mr. Han.

H: when will you be done with your exam?

V: just finished!

H: that fast?

V: well not as fast as you

H: ms hawthorne, are you insinuating that I'm too slow for you?

I giggled at his text.

V: if the shoe fits

It hasn't even been a second after I hit send that my phone ringtone makes me jump. His name popping up on screen. "Hello?"

"Vera."

Fuck. Even his voice screams sex.

"What do you think you're doing by giving me those texts?" He asked, his voice husky and laced like smooth chocolate. Just like his skin when I'm under him.

But why do I feel the need to defy him? Something about him being angry gives me butterflies. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Vera," he growls. "You're treading on thin ice here."

"Really? So what's the tip of the iceberg then?"

He laughs in a low breath. "Oh, lovebug. You have no idea what you started."

Oh shit.

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By the time I was home, it was well around 3pm. As I enter my house, the silence meets me. "Hello? Mom? Dad?" I search every room and find no one. My phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Bestie! Where are you?"

"Anna? I'm home. Why?" I replied as I walk up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door behind me. But I almost drop my phone when I see him sitting on my bed. "Holy f..."

"Vera? Is everything okay?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, everything is fine." I gulp as I watch him going through my workbooks and some novels I had.

"Well, I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a little trip at the end of July. Chris and I are planning it. Maybe you could come with Mr. Han?"

"Yeah, sure. Send me the details, yeah?" I hang up as I put my school bag on the floor. "How did you get in? I locked my window."

He raises his head, the corner of his lips turning up. I gasp as he stands up, walking towards me with such power that's almost making me kneel on my knees. Although, he would actually love that.

Smirking, he comes to a stop, looking down at me. "So. You wanna be a brat?"

"I never said th-" I yelp when he yanks me by my waist. "Mr. Han, please."

"My name," he whispers.

"Jisung."

He smirks, grabbing my chin to face him. "Thatta girl." His gaze travel to my lips then back to my eyes before he backs me up against the door. "Do you know," he leans in the crook of my neck, inhaling, "what you do to me?"