Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

She flinched with every sound of the cracker’s merciless cracking. Looking up to the source of the sound, she immediately regretted her action. The man who sat nonchalantly crushing his snack was going to be the death of her. He was the epitome of perfection: fluffy, dirty blonde hair, a milky-white complexion, sparkling doe eyes, beautiful, prominent cheekbones, and thin, pink, kissable lips. She forgot how to breathe for a second as she mused how the simple action of crunching actions could seem so refined. But then again, everything he did was always refined to her.

Her musing eyes didn’t go unnoticed by the older man as he stopped munching and craned his right hand out to her, asking for her workbook as he asked, “Are you done?”

His warm deep voice – which contrasted his ageless appearance – snapped her out of her reverie. Her eyes, however, never left him. She shook her head.

“No, not yet. A few more minutes, please Oppa?”

The man smiled, nodded, and continued his snacking once while, all the while eyeing the girl sitting across from him.  However, instead of directing her concentration back at the workbook sprawled on her desk, she continued to stare at the man’s face. More specifically, on the crumbs that smeared the right edge of his lips. She had OCD when it came to neatness and the cracker crumbs on his lips irked her. A lot.

“Oppa,” She burst out when she couldn’t hold it anymore. “There are some crumbs by your lips.” She told him while touching the edge of her own lips, trying to get him to mirror her. He the edge of his lips and she gulped. How could such a mindless action seem to be so cute and sensual?

Keeping her composure, she shook her head, as the crumbs weren’t cleared yet. She repeated her motion from before. “It’s still there, Oppa.”

He again and his palm swiped over the edge of his lips. “Is it gone now?” He asked her, his eyes twinkling like those of a child.

Some of the crumbs had fallen off, but there was still a bit there. She shook her head. “A little bit more, Oppa. Here, let me do it for you.”

She stood up and reached her hand towards his face. However, when she was gently swiping the edge of his lips, her thumb came in contact with his tongue as he subconsciously tried to clean it off again. She was startled at the brief contact and felt what seemed like electricity run through her body as she quickly retracted her hand.

“Is it gone?”

Well to be honest, a little part of the crumbs were still there, but her breath seemed to be caught in and she could only nod wordlessly.

Lowering her eyes as she sat down, she tried to focus on her workbook, on the swirling Mandarin characters written on it. She could feel her heart pound crazily against her fragile ribcage – an after effect of the little accident. She bit her lower lips while idly doodling nonsense on her book, trying her best to divert her attention from the man sitting in front of her.

Choi Jinri knew that she didn’t have to be a genius to recognize her blooming love for the glorious man seated across her, her private Mandarin tutor, Luhan.

However, she also knew that she was doomed because Luhan was in love with someone else.

AN:

eh. I ended up with a new story. blame the plot bunny.

I'm still writing for Our Entangled Fate, Merry Go Round, and Through HIs Eyes, though. However, I don't know when I'll be able to update. Through His Eyes will be updated next week, but Our Entangled Fate... I don't know. I've just lost a chapter and now crying over it. T_T

I hope you'll enjoy this one, though.

I had this sudden idea and just had to write it down; almost like when I wrote Through the Broken Mask and Our Intertwined Red Thread.

Love,

Himalayancat

[EDIT] and big-big-big credit to RaspberryTaffy for being the beta for the story >_<

And credit to: musicchibi@ The Party Scene Graphic Shop for the awesome poster and background. Check the shop out, guys!

credit to aznawzmao@exoctic ground for the review.