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Jongin held her tightly to his chest, walking up the dark stairs to her room. The apartment was nice and cozy from the feeling. It smelled like cinnamon and a tropical mix, Momo half coherently muttered that Daeil was born in the Caymen islands and that's where he lived till she was born, so he kept the smell with him.
Jongin saw her lazily point to the last room, he walked down the hall to it, kicking the door gently as a soft glow from her computer lit up the room. It had a red glow to it, the room looked fluorescent but in a soft light, he noticed she kept it tidy and neat.
"Bed." She muttered, Jongin saw she had white sheets. Her pillows matched, pulling back the duvet and gently setting her in the bed.
He pulled off her heel, but she kicked the other one off. It whizzed past his head, sucking in his breath he tried to just help his student and not get angry
"Trying to take my head off." He mumbled, Momo rolled her eyes.
"Damn I was close." She said, laughing as she wiggled around in her bed.
Finally she was settled, he pulled up the blanket but she still had a hand clinging to his bicep.
"Hey... Mr. Kim..." she was very drowsy, having taken a nap in the car ride to her house after given Jongin her address. Her eyelids fluttered, looking up at him as she tried to finish her sentence, Jongin sat down on the bed next to her with his chain dangling from his chest.
"Thanks bro... you always were... like a dick? But now you're like a dique, like a nicer dick." Jongin furrowed his brows. What the fuck?
"So like..." she fought the fact her eyes wanted to close, she held onto Jongin for what seemed dear life.
"I just wanna like Apo.... apologize~" sleep won, gently taking her over as her eyes fluttered closed.
Jongin finally noticed how soft she looked, usually she looked angry at the world, but now his student had a small smile on her lips as she slept, the sweet smell of the islands wrapped around him as he stared at her.
"Ok, Momo." He chuckled quietly, her hands still holding onto him. He gently pulled it away, setting it down next to her. He gently got up from the bed, grabbing a cup of water from downstairs and setting it on her night stand. He turned off her computer, the light too bright if she woke up from the hangover.
He turned on the light from his phone, heading down the stairs.
He was on the last step, a photo caught his eyes.
It was Momo, Daeil and Cory. He could tell who Cory was since he's already seen Daeil, they all were at the beach with smiles, Daeil had his tongue on Momo's cheek. She was all smiles as Cory looked at the camera with a funny face that had a comical look of disgust due to his siblings being gross.
They all seemed so much more happy, no look of mischief in their eyes, like they were going against the system like they usually do. Or like Daeil and Momo do.
The next photo had Cory and Daeil together, Cory was gently brushing Daeil's hair as the other had a cute smile on, staring at the camera with his hands thrown up in a "Hey!" Type fashion.
Jongin just chuckled, seeing the next photo was Angel with her friend group from school. She clung to Yen and Kiji, all of them cheering as he noticed someone he's never seen before... the boy held a diploma, he had several ear piercings and looked younger than Daeil and Cory. He was posing with arms wide, teeth shining.
Jongin just looked away, going down the stairs.
He was already in bed, already half way asleep when he remembered.
Momo still had his fuckin jacket on.
When Monday came, Jongin was a whole ass wreck. All he could think about was the fact maybe Momo was angry at him for helping, maybe he crossed the boundaries when he came in her house, came in her room.
When her block came, Yen came in first as always, Jongin in a nice cream colored dress shirt with brown slacks and a pair of Allen Edmonds on. Yen came up to Jongin, making him feel weird as fuck.
"Hey Mr. Kim?"
"Yes, Yen-ah?" He asked, looking at the boy.
Yen for some reason was twirling his thumbs and had a nervous look.
"Can I stay back for extra credit?"
Jongin was shocked. Yen had a B+ in his class, perfect when it came to poetry but struggled when it came to story writing.
"Yes! But may I ask why?" Jongin leaned against his desk, class filing in.
"My momma said I speak Korean so I should have an automatic A."
Shit, Jongin wanted to say, are you sure?
This boy used the fuck out of some slang.
"Alright, go sit down."
He waited till the bell rang, a millisecond before it did, Momo came in, she wore a crop top that had a small red rose in the corner and, Jongin almost had a heart attack, his leather jacket on. She had on a cute pair of jeans with a matching rose on the back pocket.
"Saito, please try and come in, before the bell, not with the bell." He tried to stop himself, but being strict on her had become a habit.
When he looked at her face he could tell she was still hung over, even though she got trashed Friday night. Momo looked at him from the corner of her eye, he looked back and her eyes darted back on the floor.
"Sorry, Mr. Kim." Giggles sparked around the class room, usually he would just ignore it. Yet today he thought maybe he should stick up a bit.
"And that goes for each one of you. None of you have a perfect track record with the bell." He glared, silence fell.
At the end of the day, Momo still had no clue who's jacket it was. It smelled really nice, perfect cologne and god it made her fall in love with who ever it was.
She saw Mr. Kim give her an odd look, he probably thought she got another boyfriend, jokes on him she's lonely as fuck.
"Dude, did Daeil see you leave with anyone?" Yugyeom asked, black hair dangling in his eyes.
"Nah, I even woke up with out being on the floor. The dude tucked me in and everything. All I Know is that I was fucking wasted outside, that's the last thing I know." She spoke, Kiji moving some hair from his face as Sik mulled over the thought.
"I'm gonna keep the jacket. It makes me happy."
Yugyeom rolled his eyes, he noticed that Mr Zhang, Mr Kim, Mr Doh and Mr Tuan all sat at a lunch table near theirs. Mr. Doh seemed to be scolding the rest of the teachers. He caught Mr. Kim casting a glance at Momo. He thought nothing of it.
