"Woah, woah, woah, calm down. I was out with Taehyung. He took me to a pottery barn." I pushed his hands off my head. "You wouldn't be so worried if you had just waited thirty more minutes for me to get out of the math club."
"You need the exercise," he pointed out.
"You need the exercise," I mocked in a high pitch tone. "My ass," I muttered, trotting up the stairs to do my homework.
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A week passed and the math club and I had seen tremendous improvement in Mr. Kim's math class.
One day after school, we were tutoring just like any other day, then someone came in the room. It was Mr. Kim. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the number of people crammed into the small room.
"What's going on here?" he asked. No one answered, we all sat looking at each other. Taehyung repeated his question more forcefully.
"We're tutoring your math class," Eunha broke the silence, then quickly added, "Mr. Kim." Her usually optimistic, positive aura shriveled away when Taehyung stared at her.
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His stare faltered as he asked, "Who's idea was this?" Everyone started to glance at Minhyuk but he stuck his hands up and shook his head.
I raised my hand. "It was my idea." Taehyung turned his stare to me. He looked angry.
"May I see you in the hallway please, Miss Y/N?" He opened the door for me to go out first. I gulped and walked out.
This was what murderers did, right? They took their victims to some secluded area where they can stab them with no witnesses. He led me to his classroom. The lights were turned off but the blinds remained open, illuminating the room with a blue-ish sheen.
"I'm sorry for going behind your ba-" I couldn't finish. Taehyung wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, resting his cheek on my head.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" His lips brushed my ear ever so slightly. Vanilla overwhelmed my nose.I inhaled his sweet scent as I wrapped my arms around him. I felt his heart bump rapidly against his chest. We stood there, holding each other until Taehyung pulled away.
"Did the tutoring help?" I squeaked.
He nodded, waves bouncing on his head. "No one failed my last test and the emails stopped flooding my inbox," he told me, smiling. His gaze flickered to my lips. He leaned closer and my heart leaped into my throat. Our lips met and his tongue traced my lower lip, asking for entrance. My lips parted obediently and he did some exploring. His hot breath steamed in my mouth. Tracing my jaw, his hand brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I gripped his suit's lapel.
The door squeaked open and I heard a gasp. "Holy Rock Bison."
