You sat down tiredly on the leather sofa in a very fancy looking living room. 

Times would be uncomfortable for you because you were not exactly the richest person on the block. 

This wasn't even your house. 

This was your Chinese teacher, Zhou Mi's house. 

Well, it was shared with his bandmates, but you had no clue who they were. 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you heard feet shuffling. 

Zhou Mi appeared from the hallway and his hair looked wildly ruffled. 

Yet, you still blushed because you had such a crush on him. 

"Ni hao, teacher" you spoke. 

Okay, so you knew Chinese. 

But not a lot. 

Just a bit. 

It was kind of embarrassing because you were actually Chinese yourself. 

But, your parents moved to Canada before your birth and they never really taught you much, so you just knew a few basic words. 

Yet, you could translate. 

Thank goodness for that, or else you'd never make living in China. 

But you still needed a teacher to teach you more. 

"Ah, aiya, ni hao, I'm sorry I'm late," he replied back, smoothing out his messed up hair. 

You made some room for him to sit down and he joined you. 

You noticed that his elbow and your elbow were only a few centimeters apart. 

Then you realized that his face was near yours. 

Calm down, you told yourself. It's okay, It's okay, just focus on the Chinese lesson. 

Looking at Zhou Mi while he was skipping through the lesson book, you scanned the contours of his face.

A long face, brown eyes and hair, kind emotions, and a smile that is always plastered on his face.

This was the kind of Zhou Mi you liked.

The kind that always cared, the kind that didn't mind if he was a celebrity or not, the kind that knew how to dress up and look good, and most importantly, the kind that cared for the girl that he likes. 

That's Zhou Mi. 

"So, did you read this lesson?" he asked, forcing you to snap out of your thoughts. 

You nodded vigorously. 

He gave a light chuckle. 

"Okay," he looked back down at the page and scanned it. 

Looking back up, you and him suddenly made eye contact. 

It was quiet for a second, but that second felt like an eternity to you. 

"Well, um, could you translate it well? I'm sorry, I'm not that well at English," he gave an anxious laugh. 

You nodded. 

"It doesn't look like it, but I'm a master at translating," you winked. 

"But you can't speak it?" 

"Not very well..." you trailed off. 

Zhou Mi gave you a reassuring smile and pat your back gently. 

"But it's been about three years," you brightened up. "I'm almost fluent." 

You were proud of yourself. 

It took yourself three years to do this. 

Three. 

Normally, it would've taken you about a year or so, but you were still having a hard time and you forgot the easiest words. 

But, that means you wouldn't have been taught by Zhou Mi for three years. 

So in a way, it was an advantage. 

Zhou Mi smiled to you, and turned to look down at the lesson book again. 

He skipped through the words that you used to call your family, he skipped through the words that were used in a compound sentence, like 'and' or 'but,' and he skipped through the words that meant something. 

He knew that you already knew this, and he's already taught it to you anyways. 

Then, he paused on a page that had no writing on it. 

It was the page that had 'I love you' on it. 

You knew what it meant. 

But he never taught it to you, which was weird because he spent extensive time going over family names, which were easy, simple words such as 'hello' and 'goodbye,' and so many more words that were easy to even a starting beginner. 

He was about to turn the page again, but you interjected. 

"Zhou Mi," you called out. 

He turned his head to meet your gaze. 

"Yes?" he asked. 

You were scared to ask this, but you managed to muster up all of your courage to say it out loud. 

"Why have you never taught me what this means...?" you asked. 

"You know what it means, don't you?" he replied back. 

"But you taught me what mom and dad was. I already knew that," you pointed out. 

He didn't reply.

"Zhou Mi?" you said his name. 

He silently mumbled something to himself. 

"What?" you asked. 

"I said," he turned to you with red cheeks. "That I wanted this to be the last thing I taught you." 

"Why?" you asked again. 

"Because I love you!" he shot. 

You blinked, and then realized that your cheeks were getting red too. 

"I love you so much, it's crazy. Ever since we met. I don't know why, but I find you so attractive and so appealling. Maybe it's because you're normal, funny, amazing. I'm probably just looking for someone just like you. I don't need another celebrity. I need you. I love your Chinese. The way you speak. It's so...you. The accent. Your accent. It's you." 

By this time, your face was already on his chest and his arms were embracing you. 

You listened quietly, and you were in too much shock to say something. 

"It's you I need. I don't care about any other girl. I love you more than ELFs love Super Junior." he paused. 

"I love you," he spoke in English, and it surprised you. His accent could still be heard, but the pronounciation and everything else was good. 

"I-I love you too," you stuttered back shyly, instead, it was in Chinese. 

He pulled away from you to look down at your face. 

You blinked, gazing back into his eyes. 

Then, he kissed your lips. 

"Teach me how to say 'I love you,'" you whispered quietly. 

He picked you up bridal style, and whispered back into your ear, causing chills. 

"Wo ai ni," he said, and walked into his room, quickly shutting the door and placing you on the bed. 

"Wo ai ni," you repeated to him, as he set you down. 

He nodded. 

"Wo ai ni. I love you. Forever-" he climbed into bed with you, and kissed your forehead. "and ever."