How a teacher can fall for a young girl who didn't have a crush on him.
Will their story have a happy ending?
Will they both be able to live together?
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"Will you accept me? after knowing what happened with me?" she asked.
He didn't reply as...
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She looked up at him, unsure of what she was feeling. Was she in love with him, or was it just the overwhelming gratitude for the respect, shelter, and everything he had provided her in her time of need? Maybe it was something in between.
She slowly pulled away from him, her voice like a whisper. "I’m sorry... I think I’m thinking about you the wrong way... I didn’t mean to "she trailed off, but he stopped her by pulling her back into a gentle embrace.
Her heart raced in her chest. She was shocked by how quickly her pulse accelerated. Why was she feeling like this? His body was warm, so comforting against hers.
She wanted more. She wanted him to hold her like this forever, to stay wrapped in his arms. But a part of her wondered if this was just a physical reaction. Maybe it was her hormones, making her feel this way. She was definitely attracted to him emotionally and physically but was it love? How can it be?
"You get freshened up, I’ll make something for dinner" she said, breaking the silence as she started walking toward the kitchen.
"No... You need rest. I’ll make it" he replied firmly, stepping toward her.
"Sir... you’ll take more than 40 minutes and will end up making ramen" she said, chuckling as the tension between them lightened for a moment.
He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Huh? Now you’re making fun of my cooking? So cruel" he teased, though his lips tugged into a smile.
She smiled back, and his heart fluttered at the sight. There was something about her smile that made him feel.... special. He wasn’t used to making people smile, especially not like this.
"Okay, fine. I lose. But I’ll help you" he said, finally giving in as he grabbed the shopping bags and took them to the room. She nodded in approval, as they freshed up and then made their way to the kitchen.
She started pulling out ingredients, while Namjoon instructed her on where everything was. She was in the middle of making a curry and placed it on the stove.
Namjoon watched her, unsure of how to be of help. She was cutting vegetables, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking up. 'Give it to me, I’ll do it" he said.
She looked up, handing him some potatoes with a peeler. "Can you peel the potatoes?" She asked sweetly.
He nodded, taking the potato in one hand, the peeler in the other. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out the right angle to start. He had never peeled potatoes like this before.
Meanwhile, she was focused on the cooking, not noticing how he struggled to hold the peeler correctly. After a few moments, she glanced over, and her gaze lingered on him. He was peeling the potato so carefully, so slowly, as if the potato were something fragile. It was oddly endearing.
