Mystic Messenger High School! AU - Peaceful - Saeran x Reader

Perfect in Every Way Imaginable

He seems to be shaking still and having problems standing up, so I watch as he sits in his desk chair.

Wow. All of that over two hickeys? Damn.

I return my gaze to my phone in my lap, continuing browsing through iFunny. Nothing can resolve boredom like shitty memes.

Saeran clears his throat. I look up to see him standing in front of me. 

"I finished."

I crane my neck to look around him at his desk. Sure enough, the posterboard was resting against the front of it. Completed. I glance back at him

"Alright." I stand.

"So... What was it you were so excited to show me again?" I raise my eyebrow. I probably shouldn't be so cocky, but my better judgement is never present around Saeran.

He steps closer, and I automatically take a step back, stopping against the footboard of the bed.

Nowhere to hide now. Shit.

Saeran gets closer and closer until he's standing directly in front of me. I look up at him. I can't imagine what my face looks like right now. Question flickers across his face. He always asks permission. I'm grateful for that. I nod slightly.

 Now his facial expression changes. He's looking at me like he... wants something. Badly. I can't help but wonder if I can give it to him. 

What if he's disappointed?

I don't have time to think about anything else before he finally closes the gap. I close my eyes and I feel every emotion he's trying to convey to me but can't say out loud. Impatience. Relief. Excitement. Want. Happiness. Possessiveness. Passion. Everything he can't say, somehow he communicates it to me. It's... amazing. 

I try to move my lips in sync with his, expressing my own emotions, ones that reflect his own. I don't know if he can feel it or can understand, but I'm trying my best. I wonder if he can sense the doubt. I don't know how long we've been here, and I don't really care. Time just melts into nothingness. It's moved to the back burner. All I can focus on or care about is the tidal wave of emotions crashing into me right now.

Eventually, he pulls away, panting for air. 

Stupid lungs and their need for oxygen.

I try and process what exactly just happened while also trying to get my breath back.

"Fast learner." I smirk. Thankfully, my breathing returned to relatively normal pretty quickly.

Saeran leans closer, our foreheads meeting. "Well, I DID have a great teacher." He mumbles.

I laugh with my mouth closed. "Do you think flattery will get you a second lesson?"

"Maybe." 

I lean away from him and attempt to sidestep away from the footboard, but he places his hands on the dark wood on either side of me, trapping me.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere now." I sigh.

"Aw. I thought you liked me, princess." Saeran moved a hand from the top of the footboard to my back, gently pushing me forward, closer to him. He then replaced his hand. I didn't mind. I'd never tell him that, though.

"Only on weekdays and holidays."

"Damn." He pulls back. "I guess since it's a Saturday, I should kick you out, then." 

I scoff. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Oh? Are you willing to make an exception?"

I smirk. "You have to earn it."