Third Person’s POV

     The bell rang just as the book shut close. Jiyong looked up and smiled gently, “Class dismissed. Remember to do your homework!”

     The silence in the classroom was disturbed as the chatter of students came alive as chairs were being shoved around. Jiyong was busy packing his books and files into his briefcase. He looked up just in time to see Dara walking towards the door.

     “Sandara!” he called out. Dara stopped and looked at him. She raised a brow, “What?” Jiyong blinked as a sheepish smile slowly spread onto his face, “Riiiight…you don’t have detention…”

     He forgot. She wasn’t late for school today.

     Dara snickered as the corner of her lips tugged in amusement. “I’ll get going now.” She stated simply as the last few students left the classroom after glancing at them.

     Jiyong his lips and cocked his head, “Do you need a ride?” Dara cocked her head. “I-I mean...” he cleared his throat and straightened up, “You live so far…isn’t it tiring? I’m just worried for you as a teacher.”

     “I’ve been walking home every day for two years. I’ll be fine.” Dara said with a blank look. “How long does it even take?!” Jiyong exclaimed in disbelief. Dara just shrugged, “If I walk slowly…two to three hours maybe…?”

     “I’m driving you home!” Jiyong declared, “It’s crazy! Walking to school and back from school every day…you waste so much time!” Dara just cocked her brow and rolled her eyes, “I’m fine with that.”

     “Won’t your parents worry?” Jiyong furrowed his brows, “And your homework, do you have time to do them?”

     Dara looked away, and Jiyong could feel the sudden cold aura around her. “Like I said before…” she began simply, “They won’t care.” She pursed her lips, “And I do finish my homework.”

     She cast him a glance, “If you’ll excuse me.”

     “Wait!” Jiyong called out before Dara could even take two steps to the door. She whirled around. “What?!” she cried out in exasperation.

     Jiyong dug into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “This isn’t an essay, Sandara.” He narrowed his eyes as he opened the paper and held it up. “It looks like one to me though.” Dara blinked innocently.

     “I want an essay. Not a word, a letter, and three numbers.” Jiyong said seriously. Dara stared at him for a moment, almost making Jiyong’s serious expression falter a bit. Her gaze was just too cold, too piercing, and it frightened him how a beautiful girl like her could look so haunting.

     “Fine.” She looked away, “I’ll hand it up tomorrow.” “I’m increasing it to 500 words as punishment.” Jiyong said sternly.

     Dara turned and raised her brow at hi