Chapter Two

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----We got to his house after about ten minutes. He lives fairly close to campus, so it's always an easy drive. I, on the other hand, live ON campus. We could easily walk, but we're a bit too lazy for that.

"Welcome home." Taehyun turned to me smiling upon stopping on his driveway. I laughed, giving him an adoring smile. He quickly got out, opening and closing my door. He led me to the door, both of us shivering from the cold breeze. He struggled to find his keys, moving them around in a hurried manner.

"Why do I have so many damn keys!" He laughed with a frustrated tone.

"In a hurry are we?" I gave him a teasing look as he continued to fiddle with the keys. I moved closer to his, grabbing his arm attempting to find warmth.

"I just don't want my little y/n to freeze." Upon speaking, he found the key and opened the door speedily. He placed his hand on my back, guiding me inside, him following close behind. He closed the door behind us, beginning to take his shoes off. I followed his actions and placed my shoes on his shoe rack next to his.

"I'll put your bag in my room." Taehyun started to walk up the stairs of his two-story home.

"Is that where we're working tonight?" That's new. We usually work at the dining room table. We get very easily distracted when we're in his room, which is why we try to work somewhere that isn't so comfortable.

"I think I'm ready. Unless you don't trust me. Though I think I can control myself." Taehyun gave me a smirk as he looked down at me. I just rolled my eyes while crossing my arms.

"I trust you Tae. But if you even THINK about reaching, I'll slap you." I gave him a stern look, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just a controller!" Taehyun gave me a pout, whining like a child.

"I don't wanna hear it! It still has a connection to video games! ANd you know how easily distracted we are!!"

"Fine." Taehyun went into his room as I walked into the kitchen.

"What snacks do you want to eat?" I yelled up the stairs from the kitchen. I already knew the answers, but I always ask. That boy changes his mind just as fast as I do.

"Pocky!" I mouthed his answer as he yelled it while reaching for the box. I grabbed each of us a package before moving to the cupboard. I got two medium-sized glasses and placed them on the counter. I turned to the fridge, opening it.

Why does he have such a big-ass fridge with so little food?

I grabbed the banana milk out, pouring a decent amount into each glass. I put the milk back, closing the fridge with my hip as I picked up the glasses and packs. As I walked up the stairs I heard Taehyun's speaker connect to his phone. Oh good, he's doing something productive.

I walked into his room only to be greeted by his tall figure sitting on the bed, leaning over his phone. I cleared my throat to get his attention, seeing as my loud steps weren't enough. He quickly set his phone down and got up to help me. He took the snacks from my hands and placed them on his desk.

"Thank you, Tae." I smiled as I grabbed my bag, bringing it to his bed.

"No problem." He gave me his cute small smile. "Okay, let's get this over with." I gave him a nod as I sat on his bed, pressing play on his speaker. A familiar tune started to play which made me smile. BTS' Butterfly started to play, making me sway slowly. Taehyun lifted his head to speak, but stopped once he saw my peaceful state.

"You're too cute." He smiled as he turned back to his desk, pulling his books out. I stopped swaying, putting my head down in embarrassment.

"It's my favorite song..." I moved to get my notebooks out of my bag, still a bit embarrassed.

"I know. You told me the day it came out." I shot my head up to look at Taehyun.

"Kang Taehyun, that was five years ago! How do you remember?!" He turned his head and looked me deep in the eyes. I was quickly intimidated by his look, considering I've never seen it before and didn't know what it was.

"I know. I just remember things that are told to me by important people." We took a moment to look at each other, admiring each other's features. "Well, I'm ready to start. How about you y/n?"

I quickly looked away. "Uh, y-yea."

"Perfect. Let's start with math." He straightened himself and started writing. I taught him how to do certain problems that he had a particular amount of trouble with, as did he.~ 

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