Warning: non-explicit, soft M content

please read the ending of this chapter again! I didn't add the proper ending 

The nights were becoming a little hard at home. It was quite cold, and you gave up the warmer side of the blanket to your little brother while you made sure Halmi was always comfortable as well, which resulted in you unable to sleep due to coldness. You kept drinking lots of tea to cover your slight cold, but Mr Byun was very attentive to you. Maybe a little too much when the first thing he asked after coming to class was whether you were okay. Your dry, red nose and sneezing made him concerned right upon spotting you, but you managed to play it off. The last thing you wanted was someone discovering whatever little thing it was that was happening between you and your teacher. Unfortunately, after class that wasn’t the same case. “Didn’t you pick up on Mr Byun’s favoritism towards you?” Your classmates were right, but it was the slightest of actions from the male towards you. The subtle touches, smiles, the kind way of speaking to you, his gaze lingering on you much longer than on others. The silly jokes he would make when you replied wrong. When you added it all up together with what he did now, you’d be suspicious too. When you went for tutoring, he was concerned the whole time and it went like that the whole week, until one day he said: “Why do you keep getting cold?” You told him the truth about your living conditions. You honestly didn’t expect any kind of help from him. After all, he did so much more than he should have already. But Mr Byun was not holding back when he said: “You’ll sleep at mine from now on, until the exams are done.” “Huh???” His face wasn’t smiling; it was a little hard, resolute. As if he made up his mind about something. “We are in the final stages of your goal coming to life. I can’t have you falling sick nonstop and failing the exams.” “But how can I… sir… I don’t think it’s a good idea and-“ “I made up my mind,” he softened up when he saw your flustered state. He came a little closer, resting his hand on your thigh. “I have a spare room, don’t worry. You can trust me, you know that, right, little one?” You nodded and without thinking covered his hand with yours. “I trust you.” His eyes flickered over your features, anchoring on your lips, the action of which made your heart stop. “Then I want you over at mine starting from tonight.” . . . It’s been a week now. It’s been a week that you lied to your Halmi, a week since you had been rushing between Jontae’s classes and then rushing to Mr Byun’s crazily expensive apartment in the luxurious downtown. You felt guilty but the teacher planted such a strong hope and determination in you that you were ready to risk it all for your dream of becoming a jeweler. You talked so much more with Mr Byun. He even asked you to call him Baekhyun, which tasted sweet on your lips. You loved every vowel and every constant of his name. You loved to pronounce it out loud when he wasn’t home from school yet. One night, Mr Byun found you asleep on the couch, TV long forgotten. He wasn’t sure himself what he was thinking when he brought you bridal style to his bed so that you could sleep comfortably. “They say you miss someone ever more at night,” he murmured as he spotted your sleeping face. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned to leave but a grip on his wrist stopped him. The softest Baekhyun resounded in the room and Byun Baekhyun had to fight his urge to act according to his feelings. You made him lie down next to you, both of you facing each other quietly. ”It’s only so that you can pass your exams, right?” he asked into the quietness of the room, almost as if he was asking himself, reassuring himself about something you weren’t aware of. You smiled and nodded, unable to stop staring into his dark eyes. The room was barely lit, which made them almost black. "You’ll do well, right?” he asked again, his voice lower than before. Electric shocks shot through your insides when you felt his touch on your hand before he slipped it higher to massage and squeeze your shoulder. “I think I’ll do excellently,” you said confidently, biting your lip. Your change of perspective after becoming closer with Mr Byun was drastic and positive. You believed that him taking you under the protection of his wings was a blessing, because he was leading you in the right direction. He was carefully teaching you the law of attraction, because everything was possible if you focused on it well enough (his words). You were attracting what you liked and you might have hoped a tad too desperately for the man lying in front of you to like you back at least half as much as you found yourself liking him. Was the law of attraction working on humans too? He hummed in amusement. “Then that’s great. Make me proud, sweetheart.” His hand went to your hair, his pointer and middle finger brushing it behind your ear, while making sure he caressed your cheek as well. It was feather-like and ticklish, and you loved the warmth that scarce touch could bring into your heart and cheeks. You stayed like that for a while, talking quietly, him listening to you talking more about your family while he spoke about some of his university days. His stories made you dreamy even more. Would you ever be included once in his stories? Once again he brushed your hair out of your face but let his fingers linger by your jaw, caressing the skin. “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Boldly, you turned your head slightly, leaning into his palm and allowed yourself to revel at the contact. His palm was a little dry, but smooth and gentle. You were never cradled like this by anyone, let alone a man. Baekhyun laughed huskily at your action. “I’m quite fond of you,” he admitted quietly, his long fingers disappearing in your hair. Your heart was about to stop. It actually did. And then it started to race too fast for your body to keep up. Baekhyun laughed quietly, his head unintentionally leaning a little ahead, his nose almost brushing yours. “I shouldn’t be saying that, right? I shouldn’t be saying that at all-“ “No,” you exclaimed a little louder, surprising the male in front of you. “I'm quite… fond of you, too,” you added quietly, a furious blush tinting your cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink and red. Baekhyun’s gaze softened even more as he felt the heated up skin under his palm, his thumb brushing over the blush on the apple of your cheek.  The next morning you woke up next to him. It was the first time you did and you wished the last time would never come. Seeing the sleeping face of your teacher was divine; it was the purest thing you’ve ever seen. His cheeks were just slightly puffed, signaling an upcoming swelling, and his lips were parted and glistening. You noticed he was shirtless and you quickly tried to remember whether you fell asleep on him last night and he took it off after that. You reached out with your hand, inching to the hair obscuring your vision of his eyes. Your breathing became a little louder when you touched his hair and brushed it back, biting your lip in the process because this whole situation made you want to squeal from happiness. Just like him the night before, you let your fingertips brush his cheeks, relishing in the feel of his skin, feeling the texture, the idea of how it could be in a utopia where you could afford to cradle his cheek any time you wished. His cheek was soft, smooth and warm. Your thumb caressed the mole on his temple, and then you slid it lower over the apple of his cheek, brushing the endings of his eyelashes that kissed the skin under. His eyelashes were straight, and you were sure if he repetitively blinked he could cause a tornado. You outlined the side of his nose, discovering another constellation of moles that looked so cute and pretty on his oblivious face. His nose was straight, but his tip was squishy-like; the right shape for a soft boop- Baekhyun opened his eyes just to meet yours, straight in front of his face. You let out a quiet gasp and yanked your hand back as if you were burned. Baekhyun’s lips parted even more when he realized what you were doing. He observed your flustered state as you sat up, showing him your back. “Good morning,” he rasped in a sandy voice. “Good morning,” you breathed, feeling too hot. He slowly sat up as well, letting out a small yawn before he turned to you with a cheeky grin. “Enjoyed your exploration?” “I-I-I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry…I…” “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” he mumbled. “I do this to you all the time, don't I?” To prove his point he brushed your hair back and tilted your head towards him. Your eyes met and you were immediately put under his spell. “I like watching your face too. You’re too pretty not to be looked at.” You laughed in embarrassment even though you already heard those words, but Baekhyun watched you with an honest tenderness.  “Hm, let’s go, I’ll make us some breakfast and then we need to leave for school.” Mr Byun dropped you off one street before your school in fear of getting caught coming in with him in his fancy car. It bothered him that he couldn’t bring you safely to the school grounds but rules were rules. Baekhyun himself wanted to slap his forehead because he knew he was being anything but careful. He found himself losing it every single time he met you on the corridor or he felt your gaze on him when explaining, and now that he had you in his house, he didn’t think sleeping next to you was anything smart either. Thankfully, Baekhyun was a mature man with goals set straight. Yet, a young high school girl that was of otherworldly beauty managed to confuse him and make him want to be a little less careful and a little more naughty and follow what he desired. He lost himself every time you showed him the handy work of putting a bracelet together. He lost it every time you sneakily pushed a ring on his finger to practice size adjustments. He loved seeing you passionate and ignited for what was making you alive inside. He let himself be a little more touchy with you. He let his graze linger just a little longer than usual. Until one morning he lost it completely. You were brushing that beautiful hair of yours in front of his bedroom mirror, and he stood behind you, still shirtless after getting out of bed, and took the brush out of your hand. You watched with bated breath when your teacher started to brush your hair for you; he buried his fingers as well and indulged in the healthy texture of it. “Your hair is beautiful. You must be taking good care of it,” he commented, catching your eager gaze in the mirror. “Yeah, hair is something I like about myself,” you admitted, your fingers fidgeting. He hummed and once properly brushed, he swished the hair over your left shoulder, exposing your neck. He leaned in, his nose brushing the strands, inhaling the scent, before he found his lips traveling, seeking the closest skin. Without thinking any further, he pressed the lightest kiss to the side. “I think I like everything about you,” he whispered and let his eyes close when he heard your softest exhale, that made his heart jump. “Every aspect of you is…” he opened his eyes and his hand touched your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “Attracting me.” Your lips parted and this time, for real, your heart was going to stop functioning. You were shaking, you felt lightheaded and fuzzy and you had foreign urges you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. Baekhyun pushed the brush into your hand and let it rest on your hip. One last kiss, he told himself, just once more he wanted to feel your skin on top of his mouth. Another soft exhale out of you and he let go of you. He was lurking off to a dangerous zone. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “No!” you shouted and turned so quickly your hair slapped his chest. “I liked it, Baekhyun. I really did.” He took his time in answering, making sure he would say the right words but there was no such a thing; he was your teacher and he just crossed all the possible lines there were.  “This is still unacceptable,” he told you as he stood closer so that he could cradle your cheeks. “You and I are not allowed to do that.” Deceived, you pressed your lips together, refusing to reply. The only words burning on your tongue were: I don’t care! I like you so much! You’re all I think about… “Just…” he whispered, “this is our secret, okay? Until you’re done with high school at least.” Him saying those words gave you hope. Another hope. “Until then, I have to keep myself at bay…” he told himself. . . . Was it possible to feel prettier because of  a man showing you attention? Especially when one talked about a man like Mr Byun, your gorgeous, sweet, attentive, handsome, attractive, charming physics teacher, who was currently explaining to you one of the final materials before the big exam. He was focused but you could see him smile too many times. While waiting for your answer, he would tilt his head and bite his lip. Did it seem like he was just as glued to you like you were to him? His lips on your neck were all you could think about. The brushes of his fingers were the only touch that ignited you during the times he was not around. You were so, so deep in this unnamed relationship that you didn’t even realize the soup you were warming up for Jontae was long boiling, splashing hot liquid everywhere. “Ah, noona!” screamed Jontae. “The soup is done!” You snapped out of your exciting daydream and quickly turned the stove off. “Right, sorry. Did you prepare the table?” “Yes, noona.” When everything was set up and you were watching over him slurping his soup, you preoccupied yourself with reading through your notes; however you were only focusing on the ones Baekhyun scribbled in there. With your finger, you outlined the marks, following his messy handwriting, imagining the way his arm flexed when he wrote… “Noona, will you finally sleep at home tonight? I miss you,” mumbled softly Jontae with disappointment. Your heart squeezed in pain. “Just a little longer and I’ll be back. Noona has her finals which are the most important exams now, understand it, okay?” you told him in the typical older sister manner as you pinched his cheek. “When is Halmi gonna be back?” you looked at the clock. “It’s already a little late.” “She is visiting another market today,” said Jontae, “she said she would be late.” “Oh,” you said just when your phone came alive. You saw a text message from Baekhyun and your heart sped up. do you want me to pick you up? i’m crossing your place anyway  The idea of Baekhyun coming and seeing your place was a little off-putting, plus the risk of Halmi finding him there was too high, especially since she knew your teacher. However, your young, naive urge to see your teacher as soon as possible was higher which was why you said yes. And just like that, you pretended like nothing was happening until there was a knock on the door. Jontae looked up from his homework he was working on now but you reassured him you’d open before storming off. You made sure to slip out of the door, not closing it entirely as you faced your smiling teacher. “Hey,” he murmured. It was quiet but the acoustics of the corridor made his voice sound louder and deeper. “Hi,” you breathed. “Will you mind waiting for me in the car? I’ll be down soon.” He shook his head. “Not at all, little one,” he brushed your hair back as it was now his habit and you couldn’t help but take a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes with hope. He hummed at the proximity but teased you by pretending not to know what you were up to. His fake surprise turned into a real one when he heard your say: “I missed you, Baekhyun.” His eyes stopped wandering over your features, anchoring on your eyes. He sighed. “I missed you, too,” he replied honestly. “I miss your presence whenever we are not together.” You found yourself hugging him, burying your face into his coat—clad chest, enjoying his arms enveloping around you. You felt pressure on the top of your head and you knew he pressed a kiss there. Your heart died. You looked up and, once again without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his chin. Baekhyun only had a small smirk, because he could sense your frequent touchiness with him too. The more you did it, the more you were pushing it. The creek of your door was what snapped the both of you out of your reverie and you turned quickly but no one was there. “Just the wind, sweetheart,” Baekhyun rasped into your ear, his nose buried in your hair. You nodded and turned back to him. “Did you revise?” “Yeah, I did. I’m confident I’ll do well, Baekhyun.” “Yeah, I know. You promised you’d make me proud.” “And I still intend on doing so.” His hand came up to cradle your cheek, his thumb pressing on your lower lip. “I don’t doubt that. If you’ll do well, I’ll do anything you want me to do.” “Hm, are you my genie?” you mumbled once he let go of your lip. His stare was still focused on it. “Yeah, I’m your genie,” he grinned. He leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours. You froze immediately but you knew he wouldn’t do what you thought he would. Baekhyun was too responsible for that. “I’ll be waiting outside, little one, okay?” You leaned in the slightest, feeling his breath on yours. “Okay.” But the both of you still stood frozen, just eyeing each other’s lips, breathing heavily (you). The tension was palpable, and could be cut with a blunt knife. “Okay,” he whispered. His upper lip brushed yours when he parted. . . . Halmi was ironing your uniform while you tried to swallow the vegetable porridge she made you on the morning of the big exams day. She insisted on you sleeping home, because Halmi still thought you weren’t getting enough rest. You would probably never tell her where you were actually spending the nights.  Her grunting brought your attention to her. “Did you think about any college? I’m sure there are cheaper ones that I could afford to pay for. I’m sure a simple accounting major would suffice. Or do you not want to study? I won’t force you, but you have to find a job right after graduation. Maybe a cashier somewhere should be enough until you get to a better place.” Halmi’s words were hurting you, and they brought a slight anxiety about what the future beheld for you. Luckily, you were reminded quickly about a refreshing reality in the name of Mr Byun when his text message arrived. slept well sweetheart?
i’m rooting for you today
remember I owe you a wish
and nail the exam little one x “Aigoo, are you even listening to me?” Halmi was frowning your way. “You’ve been constantly on that darn device recently. What's the matter? Talk to your Halmi, huh?” You sighed, unable to mask your wide smile. “I’m listening, Halmi. Your granddaughter can multitask in case you forgot.” She only clicked her tongue. “Anyway, I will go to school next Monday since I was called in to sign your papers.” You frowned. “What papers?” “To college. I have to sign them. It’s your school's requirement. Mr Byun, your homeroom teacher, sent a message about it.” Well, just because you were close with Baekhyun didn’t mean he would tell you everything that was job related, right? He didn’t mention it. But Halmi had no clue you applied for a jewelry major. “O-okay,” you managed to stutter. “Oh poor girl, you must be nervous about the exam. Quickly put on your uniform and go. Better be early than late.” . . . Everything was a dream. Did that law of attraction really work? His hands were warm, soft and a little dry against your cheeks. The gentlest of brushes of his thumbs. He leaned in slowly, giving you the time to reject him despite this being your wish he was supposed to grant you. Your breathing was shaky but you welcomed the foreign touch of his lips when they finally pressed against yours. So this was how lips felt like, you thought when you closed your eyes. This was how soft the other person's lips were. This was how professor Byun’s lips felt like, tasted like, moved like… He hummed and made a step closer, your chests pressing against each other when he enveloped his moist lips around your upper one. He guided them apart and you felt his lip entering your cavern, gently and massaging your lip before he let go with an intimate, quiet smack. He changed angles and went for your lower lip, bringing it inside his mouth before he would let his eager tongue brush the sensitive skin. You whimpered at the foreign, wet sensations, yet you wanted to moan, push more; your mouth was still so inexperienced, clumsily trying to follow his lead. Baekhyun put a little more pressure t