BoA - Only One

 

Both Kris and Shirin were sitting beside each other inside the intern's car, but neither of them were speaking. The drops of rain continued to hit the roof of the automobile, but nobody was moving. Silence ruled the atmosphere, until Kris decided to take charge.

 

"Where do you live?" He said, keeping his eyes fixed on the steering wheel. Initially, no words were coming out of the students lips, so being the older person, he asked her the question once more.

 

"Where?"

 

"Somewhere in KyungGi street." Shirin answered, and for the first time since they met, Kris's eyes widened in surprise.

 

"That street's about an hour or so away. Travelling for that far in the pouring rain wouldn't be of any good."

 

And with that, the male started his engine and drove away.

 

In the silence of the car, Shirin turned her head to look at the scenery that passed by. The rain had dimmed the environment of all color and vibrance, instead making the whole world grey and gloomy. In the distance, not many people treaded through the streets. In the main roads, people without umbrellas scrambled off like rats to find some shelter from the water. 

 

She noticed that the places that the intern's car passed by became less and less familiar.

 

So, not taking the confusion any longer, she asked a question.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

Kris gripped the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the roads, trying his best not to let the surprise show. With his eyes on the road, he turned to the right and answered her in a soft voice.

 

"My place."

 

That made Shirin's heartbeat pick up pace. She didn't know it in herself why she had reacted that way, but she knew it wasn't normal. In her mind, she tried to ransack for a reason on why this intern would still be willing to let her stay in his house, especially after what she had done to him in his first day. Was he even a human? How could he be so calm and poker-faced in bringing her to his home?

 

It must have been because he thought of her as a responsibility. After all, she was a student. Teachers should be considerate of their students, no matter if they're just interns. He was doing this for the sake of his oath as a teacher, and the perk that could possibly come out of this deed, her respect.

 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that even when a deep voice said "We're here." she wasn't responding with anything. She only looked on at her lap with thoughts swarming her brain.

 

"Hey, I said we're---" Kris began to say, but was cut short when he actually took a look at the wet Shirin.

 

Her uniform had clung to her body so tightly that all the curves she had were highlighted. For a junior high school student, she certainly had a good physique. Her hair was dripping with water, but it framed her face well, nonetheless. Her smooth-looking skin glistened under the reflection of lights outside. Not to mention that her uniform had gone see-through in the rain so that the contours of her black bra had been prominent.

 

Darn this.

 

Kris gritted his teeth before clearing his throat, his insides twisting at the fact that he had just checked a student out. This made Shirin snap out of her trance and look around her.

 

"We're here." She murmured after realizing why the car had already stopped, and quickly reached towards her door to open it. But even before her skin would come in contact with anything, fingers had latched themselves onto the cold skin of her arm.

 

"Don't get out of the car yet. I'll go first. You're wet enough as it is."

 

Shirin sighed in irritation, trying to find for a witty comeback, to say that running in the rain again wouldn't be much of anything since she was already wet. Daring to look at the face of the intern who had stopped her from going out, she found herself staring into deep, dark eyes.

 

= = =

 

Earthly hues of choclolate brown and dark green met Shirin's eyes as she entered the intern's apartment. In silence, she marvelled at the interior of the teacher's space. The furniture pieces were quite simple but the colors went so well together that it would seem like a professional had chosen them. Everything in the apartment had been in its proper place, giving out the vibe of he who lived in it. Sophisticated, classy, systematic and collected.

 

While Shirin had been immersed in the beauty of his apartment, Kris had immediately gone to his closet and took out one of the button up shirts he would usually wear when it's just a casual day, a day when he'd just go out for a stroll. Most of his wardrobe consisted of button ups anyways, as he kept a limited amout of shirts, which most of those hug his body well. Thinking about what else he could offer to the wet student by his door, he took one of his towels and strode back to the female.

 

"Here."

 

Shirin's eyes turned to look at the tall man that had spoken, then to his extended hand. She realized that he was holding a button up shirt and a towel.

 

"Change into this first. I bet everything down to your underwear is already wet, so I suggest you use my clothes dryer and wait till it's through. It's in the room to the right by the end of this way. I'll just be in my room." Kris said, his eyes turned away from the wet figure of the student. Hesitant initially in taking the clothes, Shirin bowed her head as a form of gratitude to the teacher, who just nodded before walking away.

 

Looking at the teacher's retrating figure, Shirin realized one thing.

 

At that moment that she let herself be thankful to that intern, Kris Wu, she actually looked like a girl for once.

 

That was the same thought that Kris had when he finally got inside his room, took off the button up shirt he wore to school that day, and turned towards his study table that was situated just across his bed. Taking out the papers that he was going to check for the day, he placed them on the table with a slight absent-mindedness. It was because from the corner of his eye, and through the slit of his still-open bedroom door, he caught sight of Shirin walking towards his clothesdryer... dressed in that button up that he lent her.

 

She had used the dryer like she had always been using it, her fingers knowing which buttons to press and how to open the compartments. It was pretty evident that she was an intelligent student from these moves of hers, and it made Kris glue his eyes to her figure.

 

Even for someone he'd estimate to be about 16 or 17 years old, her stance seemed like one in her 20's. Perhaps, if she dressed well enough, one could think that she might be the same age as he is. 

 

His eyes then travelled once more along her frame, and he found himself swallowing hard.

 

The way that his shirt would wrap itself around her, it was enough for heat to surround him. He tried to shake his head and shake the improper thoughts invading his mind along with it, but it kept coming back. From a distance, she leaned her arms on the dryer as she waited for the time to pass and her clothes to finish drying. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, the curls at the end putting an unexplainable touch to her.

 

At that moment, it seemed like this girl named Song Shirin was actually a part of his days. A part of his house. A part of his life.

 

A part of him.

 

Not really knowing what had taken over him, Kris set aside the papers and his pen on top of the table in his room and went behind Shirin as soundlessly as possible.

 

And in the silence of his apartment, he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his lips to her neck.