By the end of the day, I could tell that the nonstop English was finally getting to Taehyung. He looked so tired and stressed out. Luckily Monday was the only full day of lectures we have so tomorrow should be easier for him. Once we left the campus and started driving back home, he started to brighten up a little, some of his enthusiasm returning. “How you doing?” I asked. He gave me a smile which made a knot twist in my stomach. “Tired.” He admitted with a chuckle. “But it was fun. Your friends are very nice.” I smiled, hoping that he was referring to Vanessa and the others, and not Alice and Elena.

When we got back home, my mum was eager to hear all about his first day. I helped finish up making dinner as I watched how animated he became as he talked to my mum. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched his exaggerated gestures as he talked about his day. Once we had finished eating, we headed upstairs to study. He knocked on my door ten minutes later, a shy look on his face. “Everything ok?” I asked as I sat up from my bed. “Can we study together?” he asked shyly. I smiled at him, “Of course.” He threw me a massive grin then picked up his bag from outside my door and plopped himself down beside me.

I chuckled as I resumed my previous position, lying on my stomach as I read over the notes I had taken during class, transferring them to my laptop as I tried to decipher my own, abysmal handwriting. Taehyung had unpacked what he needed and mirrored my position, our arms pressed against each other’s due to the limited space on my bed. I tried my best to ignore it and to focus on my notes. I glanced over at what he was doing and was entranced by the hastily written notes in English and Korean covering his notebook.

He caught me staring and turned his notebook so that I could see better. I completely abandoned my own notes as I looked at his instead. I had picked up a little bit of Hangeul over the years of being a k-pop fan, but I couldn’t make out anything he had written. “It’s so pretty.” I said. He grinned at me, his smile just about knocking the air out of my lungs. “I can teach you.” He said and it was my turn to smile at him. “Really?” he nodded quickly. “Hangeul is easy.” He said as he turned to a blank page in his notebook and began writing a few of the ‘letters’ for me. He handed me his pen and slid the notebook in front of me.

I carefully copied what he had written and he clapped when I was done. “Good! Try this.” He said excitedly as he grabbed another pen and wrote a few more for me to copy, taking his time to make them neat and to sound them out for me. We continued this for the rest of the night, our notes from our lectures lying abandoned at the foot of my bed. It wasn’t until my mum poked her head around my door to say goodnight that we realised how late it was. By this point I could write most of the ‘letters’ to a high enough standard to satisfy Taehyung. “I can teach you more tomorrow?” he asked hopefully as he packed up his things. I nodded. “I’d love that.”

We finished packing away our notes, both of us agreeing that it was now way too late to be studying and we put on a movie instead. Taehyung had picked us some creepy Korean movie with English subtitles. I’m not too afraid to admit that I am a massive wimp. I sat wide eyed as the movie began, both of us lying on our stomachs side by side. As the creepy intro music started playing I could already feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. It didn’t help that Taehyung had decided that it would be a great idea to turn the lights off.

Almost immediately some mutilated ghost thing appeared and I squealed and buried my face into my blanket. I felt Taehyung chuckle beside me as he patted my head. “Are you ok?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice. I risked a glance up and glared at him. “I hate you.” I mumbled. He laughed loudly and draped his arm over me, pulling me against him. “Don’t worry. Oppa will protect you.” He said with that beautiful smile. I could only nod as he returned his attention to the movie, his arm still wrapped around my shoulders.

I felt a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with the fear of the mutilated ghost thing from the movie. I glanced over at Taehyung who didn’t seem in the least bit fazed by the movie, a small smile on his face as he laughed at the scary parts. I took the opportunity to take in his features. Anyone with eyes could see that he was drop dead gorgeous, his eyes were just so beautiful. And his smile! I've never met anyone with a smile like his before. I felt a blush work its way onto my face the longer I stared.

As if he sensed my staring he turned to look at me and I quickly turned to look at the TV, just in time to see the creepy ghost appear out of nowhere and rip some poor, unsuspecting guy in half. I let out a loud, unladylike curse as I buried my face into Taehyung's shoulder. I felt his chuckle vibrate through his chest. “Should we stop?” he asked and I nodded without looking up. He held me closer as he reached for the remote and turned off the movie, the room becoming completely dark. “Still scared?” he asked and I nodded against his chest. “Yup. And I still hate you.” I grumbled.

He chuckled and my hair. We stayed like that for some time, at some point he had started singing. The song was Korean so I couldn’t understand a single word. I was surprised by how deep and soothing his voice was. Before I realised it, I had completely forgotten all about the movie as his deep voice lulled me to sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling a little disorientated. I tried to stretch, one of my arms not cooperating. I cracked open one eye and had to resist the urge to scream at the sight of Taehyung curled up against me, my left arm pinned in-between us. He must have felt me move as he opened one eye as well. He gave me a sleepy smile. He mumbled something at me in Korean that I couldn’t understand. He blinked a few times then repeated his sentence in English. “Sorry. I mean, good morning.” I mumbled a good morning back, still trying to process what had happened last night and why we were currently curled up on my bed together.

I remember watching that stupid horror movie and freaking out. Taehyung had hugged me during it to stop me from being scared. I suddenly remembered him singing, the memory of his soothing voice bringing a smile to my face. I realized that I must have dozed off whilst listening to him sing. I sat up and stretched, trying to regain feeling in my left arm. Taehyung sat up and looked around my room, realization slowly dawning on his face. He turned to me, a panicked look on his face. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t sleep here! I don’t know why!” he said, his face turning red with embarrassment.

I waved off his apology. “It’s ok. You must have been tired last night.” I said giving him a smile to show him is was ok. He gave me a sheepish look. “Still sorry.” He mumbled. I chuckled at his cute reaction. I stretched again as the pins and needles faded from my left arm. “I’m going to shower first, ok?” I said as I slid off my bed. He nodded and jumped up. “I’ll go my room.” He said as he hurried out of my room. I couldn’t help but think just how adorable he is as I gathered the things I needed and headed for the shower, subconsciously humming the song Taehyung had been singing for me the night before.