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Hey guys! I recently decided that this story is going to be a trilogy named “Falling For My Professor” and composed of: “Are We Allowed?”, “Maybe” and “Together We Can”, each story composed of 30 short chapters approximately. I hope you like this idea as much as I love it!

Also, this is a short update but it’s an early update, so, I deserve a sweet. Lol.

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Weeks passed and Kurt and Nayeon decided to be flat-mates like in the good old times back at Harvard. Weeks pass quickly and it’s November already. We moved to a bigger apartment so both of us have enough private space… We have installed a pleasant and relaxing routine:

-Waking up at the same time with my birds’ chirping-sounding alarm, or more likely to be called “annoying fake compilation of ridiculous whistles” by my dear best friend.

-Shower while one of us prepare breakfast (usually it’s Kurt who cooks breakfast)

-Breakfast together at home (even if I’m in a hurry and protest all my soul, Kurt orders me to have breakfast at home and not in a “junky and dirty work cafeteria”)

-Work

-Lunch together (cooked by Kurt who stays at home all day)

-Work

-Shower (the one who makes breakfast the morning, takes their shower in the late afternoon, and it usually happens to be Kurt)

-Diner together (usually prepared by me)

-Movie together or “homework” (when I call it like that, it sounds less boring)

-And Sleep

That’s our comfy little work-week routine…

“Nayeon! (silence) Nayeon! (silence) IM NAYEON!” a high-pitched male voice shouts, excitedly at first and then impatient.

“What?!” I shout back annoyed.

I’m comfortably lying, my legs spread on my sky blue queen-sized bed. I’m working on my laptop on some files drafted by Sana, my secretary, that I need to read carefully and correct detailly. Today is Saturday and it means I’m going to be annoyed 24/7 by this little American leprechaun who wants all of my attention constantly even if I’m working while I could never interrupt his writing because he’s “inspired” and can’t stop. I inwardly scoff at my thought.

“IM NAYEON! Come here NOW!”

“ARE YOU MY MOM OR WHAT?!” I shout back. I finish the last sentence of my work and shut down my laptop. There’s a small silence…

“Please, Nay. It’s very important. Please, come here…” Kurt begs with a calmer voice and I can sense some nervousness or maybe excitement in his voice.

I sigh, get up from my bed, stretch my numb limbs, head to the door, unlock it and get out of my room. Kurt is creepily waiting for me right in front of my door. I jump a little bit. He looks mortified and frowns. I st