The moon will always find its way back home [Chancheol]

xii. Nervous

For some reason, Seungcheol's feeling anxious. Maybe it's because of the fact that he's with Chan, and also the fact that he's attracted to his student.

And maybe Chan sleeping on his shoulder while Seungcheol's driving isn't much of a help. Seungcheol wants to move on from him, well for one it's not right. He still is Chan's teacher and, well although Chan is of legal age, people will still frown when they learned the two have a ten years age gap.

The drive to Chan's house isn't really that far, but maybe taking a longer route and repeating it over again.

Chan was nuzzling on Seungcheol's neck and maybe—normally it would bother him, but then, it didn't. He liked the way Chan's nose brush on his skin and the latter's breath kiss his neck.

It wasn't even erotic.

It was endearing.

How the sky is slowly turning orange, and how it illuminates Chan's face.

For Seungcheol it was perfect.

Then again, all of this is wrong—crushing on your student, I mean who the fuck does that?

He's still a few meters away from Chan's house yet he still felt a bit of disappointment realizing his time with Chan is soon over.

"Chan, we're here" he said, nudging his shoulder to wake up Chan.

"Thanks" Chan groaned, opening the door. "Really thank you" he repeated.

Seungcheol would've said you're welcome if only he didn't feel the younger's lips on him.