(A/N: I said I’d do second part since the requester wanted fluff. Also, another requester (or maybe the same one idk) wanted angst. so, hopefully this is okay.)

The weekend rolled around faster than you wanted.

After your last lesson of tutoring Luhan in English, you were less than enthusiastic to see him again. You had made the blonde boy almost cry. The image of his balled up fists pressed firmly against his face were firmly imprinted in your mind, as well as the guilt from making him so do.

Maybe you weren’t cut out for teaching him? Knowing a language and teaching it was completely two different things.

Maybe he should ask Kris to teach him instead? After all, he knew way more languages than you did and was more experienced with that type of thing.

Maybe you just wanted to avoid Luhan all together? The boy made you nervous. You wasn’t sure why or you didn’t want to avoid to yourself why he did.

A nagging part of your brain told you you liked him. You in return told that part of your brain to shut up. He was attractive, sure. He was very attractive. With his doe eyes, angelic face and his voice. His voice.

But that was all.

Right? Right.

You weren’t the best in convincing yourself.

You settled for a mixture of all three.

“I’ll be over soon” you re-read the message that Luhan had sent you over 30 minutes ago.

At this rate, you would have less than half an hour of your lesson left when he eventually arrived. If he even arrived at all.

You were okay with that idea.

You were tutoring him at your apartment this week. Luhan had been persistant of it, saying that he couldn’t concentrate knowing the other members were around. You were hesitant at first, though eventually agreed. Plus, that way, you wouldn’t have to take the train home from their dorm afterwards.

It was a win-win situation for you.

You thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of your door. Speak of the devil and he shall arrived.

You padding across your living room slowly, coming to your front door and unlocking. Opening your door the distressed figure of Luhan filled your vision.

“Your neighbour is crazy. She thought I was her son and tried to abduct me!” he panted, wiping the invisible sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

You assumed it was Mrs Seok, a sweet old lady who lived a few doors down from you. When you had first moved in she was convinced you were her son, despite being a girl. Another time she was convinced you were her cat, Squiggles. Did you mention she was as blind as a bat?

“That doesn’t explain why you’re 30 minutes late” you commented, stepping back from your door letting him inside. Luhan took the hint, padding into your apartment as you closed the door behind him.

You followed him, taking a seat opposite him on your couch.

“I’m gonna guess you didn’t bring your study material with you?” you questioned, more rhetorical than actually asking him. Unless he had a magic hat he could pull them out of, his lack of bag told you he hadn’t.

The other stared at you blankly for a second, before nodding, letting out a sheepish “oh.. I forgot”.

You mentally slapped your own forehead.

This was going to be a long evening.

Since Luhan had forgotten to bring his study material, you had opted to practice conversational skills instead. You were in two minds whether to at first, after how your last practical session had been. Hell, you had almost made the poor boy cry because of it.

So, you decided to stick to the basic stuff, repeat the stuff you already taught him and hoped that’d be good enough. You only had half hour to kill. You could manage that long.

“We already did this last week” he cocked an eyebrow in saying, looking at you after you had asked him to tell you what he liked.

Crap. Immediately he had had blown a gapping hole in your plans.

“I know, but its important to go over the stuff you already know so you dont forget them” you responded, which was true. Practice made perfect after all. Though you were more leaning towards sticking in the comfort zone in terms of teaching.

You were sure he opened his mouth to protest, yet instead he decided to actually comply and started listing some of the things he liked.

“Soccer”

“Singing”

“Rubik’s Cube”

“You”

You froze at the last one, your eyes widening by a pitch. You were sure he had said “you”, as in .. well, you. Maybe you had misheard. Maybe he meant something else. After all, his English was only basic at the moment. Yeah, he must have.

You decided to ignore it and let him continue.

“You” Luhan repeated again after several seconds had passed.

This time you were sure you wasn’t hearing things, infact you had clearly heard him say it.

Hesitantly, you let your eyes wander up to his face, only to be meet by his eyes fixated on you. His eyes could burn holes into you, his gaze was so intense.

You had expected him to look away, though as the seconds ticked by and the pair of you just stared at each other, you were the one who had to break your gaze away.

You felt you cheeks threaten to heat up from the moment, staring at your floor refusing to meet his eyes that practically burned into you.

Just what exactly was he playing at? First he had shown up late, forgotten his study materials and now he was sputtering nonsense-

You were cut off by the feeling of something touching your leg.

Glancing down you found it to be a hand, Luhan’s hand to be precise. Slender, milky fingers curved around the top of your knee, his palm covering the lower part of your upper thigh.

You froze at his actions, taking a dangerous glance up to his face again to find im slowly inching towards you.

You swallowed, feeling helpless as your body seemed to suddenly turn into a statue.

Inch by Inch by Inch,

He closed the gap between you.

You quickly shoved him backwards.

“Yah! What are you doing?!” you snapped, putting as much space between the pair of you as your couch allowed.  It wasn’t much, but the gesture made you feel better all the same.

You watched as Luhan’s hand came to cover the area on his chest that you had pushed, hurt and pain flickered across his face. You pitted it most to you rejecting him rather than you actually pushing him.

“I like you” Luhan stated flatly, his tone serious.

You swallowed a second time. Never before had you seen the blonde boy act in such a way. The cute angelic male he portrayed to everyone was far from the way he was acting right now. His face was anything but angelic.

Infact, you couldn’t read his face at all right now. The hurt and pain had washed away, replaced with something more .. primal. You didn’t like that.

“I’m supposed to be your teacher, Luhan” you quickly defended yourself, forcing yourself to look everywhere other than at the male.

You had only been tutoring him a few weeks, yet the same principles applied. You were his teacher, these sessions you were meeting for were purely for teaching him English and nothing more.

That was what you thought anyway.

Why were you even rejecting him in the first place? You liked him. In the back of your head, even though you didn’t want to admit it, you liked him.

You had had a crush on Luhan since you had met him, like most of the other girls that he met. Yet, unlike those girls you had a handle on your emotions. You resisted the urge to jump him like most would do.

You heard an inaudible mutter of words from Luhan as he stood up from your couch. You watched as he started to pace backwards and forwards infront of you, one of his hands knotting in his hair similar to how he had done in your previous lesson.

“I only wanted to get to know you better. The guys said if I asked you out you’d say no” he began to speak, continuing to pace backwards and forwards as he knotted his hand continuously in his hair. Watching him do so made you dizzy, so you opted to look at the floor and bite your lip instead, processing his words.

Your mind flickered to an image of his fellow 11 bandmates, scowling as you considered his words. You focused on one particular one, by the name of Chen, whom most likely had said it. You could practically picture the words coming out of his mouth in your mind.

You made a mental note to interrogate him on it at a later date.

“So I asked you to teach me. I mean, I wanted to learn English too but-” you watched as Luhan slumped down on the other end of your couch, as far away from you as possible. The hand that was twisting in his hair threatened to make him bald any second.

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt inside as you watched the now silent Luhan.

You wanted to say something or do something to make him feel better. Yet at the same time you were slightly annoyed he had been wasting your time, asking you to teach him English when it wasn’t his plan to learn it at all. You had worried over nothing.

Yet, you forgave him. Here he was, almost ripping his own hair out telling you he liked you. You, out of all people, he liked you.

Butterfiles ate at you inside at the thought.

You noticed the clock on the wall behind Luhan, the time reading ‘9:02pm’. You took a deep breathe, collecting yourself before speaking.

“Your lesson just ended” you announced, breaking the moment of silence between the pair of you and your apartment.

From the other end of your couch, Luhan stayed silent from your words. You scooted forward

“Technically, i’m not your teacher anymore, so if you wanted to ask me out… then i’d say yes.”