the rest of the school day was like always: boring, and now i'm currently on my last bell which is english Literature.
"dummy, what did you ask mr. jung to help you on?" taehyung asks, who sits beside me.
"projectile motion." i said with a monotone voice.
"if you're really struggling, i could help you, you know." he said turning his attention to me. "i'm not that mean."
"it's okay," i said, smiling at him. "mr. jung said he'll help me after school, today."
"wow, you seem to be getting pretty close with mr. jung." he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"shut up." i said, turning around, trying to hide my huge smile which was growing even bigger across my face.
when the last bell finally ends, i walk into mr. jung's classroom.
"mr. jung!" i yelled as i walked in, my hands were open as if i was about to go and hug him - and i was, i was thinking of going to him and hugging him, but my fantasy ends when i saw that mr. kim was inside the classroom as well, talking to mr. jung.
mr. kim stared at me weirdly.
i brought back the open arms to my side while lowering my head and bowing at mr. kim.
"anyway, please email me about that mr. jung." mr. kim said, walking toward the way. his eyes were looking at me, probably wondering how i was not acting formal as i came in.
"miss jiyeon, are you here for detentions?" mr. kim asks.
"no, actually, i need help with the subject." i awkwardly smile.
"oh okay, anyway, remember to do your psychoanalysis paper." he said.
mr. kim is my psychology teacher.
"i'll make sure to do it," i said while bowing down as he leaves out the door.
"guess you have a lot of homework today," mr. jung says, standing up from his chair and putting his hands up in the air as he strength himself.
"isn't that every day?" i said sarcastically raising my eyebrows.
"well, that's true." he smiles walking toward me.
"can you tutor me now?" i pout, my upper lips hiding in as my lower lips stood out.
"can I get a kiss first?" he replicates my pout.
a smile plastered upon my face, i couldn't refuse it even if i tried. i look at him as he await my kiss. closing his eyes, he pluckers his lips. i quickly move my self as i gave him a kiss on the cheeks.
he looks disappointed, but i know he did smile a little when my lips were touching his cheeks.
"you better give me a kiss after the tutoring is done," he said, sounding like a little kid demanding to his parents about something they really want.
i tried not to smile at his cuteness, but i failed.
