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Cup: Chapter 13 ツ

Y/n POV:

It shattered. My eyes widen and so did the man's in front of me. It shattered. More than that, I was confused at the sudden crash! I saw his eyes on me to make sure he didn't startle me, making me feel a tiny bit special.

'M- my favourite... c- coffee cup' he spoke in disbelief as his mouth hung wide open seeing the blue, ceramic cup lifeless, demolished as the floor was now the culprit. 

For the first time, I saw a little cartoon koala face on one of the million pieces less than a meter from my feet. It had a long purple nose, with a small smile and 2 lines as its eyes. It reminded me of Mr. Kim somehow, his somehow tough yet calm aura.

'My hand accidently swung and tipped it off the table' He face palmed. 'I'll clean this, you can go outside and wait, it's really late now.' Mr. Kim sighed, with clear sad gestures, not leaving his orbs off his prized possession. 

I have never seen someone so tormented and depressed over a cup.

'Sir, I'll help you clean up, it's my fault we're in this position' my voice took over my thoughts. I guess I really felt bad for a man in his twenties sulking over a muddy blue, cartoon cup.

'Oh well, I can't really refuse that can I?' He replied gloomily, eyes still glued onto the broken object which was clearly replaceable. Going down his knees, he rolled up his sleeves. The teacher's arms were buff, with veins popping unintentionally. 

If that cup were still 'alive', it would have been filled to tip with my drool. My heart once again started racing, as my eyes measured out his body, as his pants were now really tight on his thighs. The suit hugged him, but not as tight as the neat shirt inside which outlined his clean abs even more. 

I can barely keep my eyes off... I suddenly just sound like creep. 

'I'll...' I looked around to spot something to clean it up with, oh wait. 'Is it alright if we use a paper to collect the pieces? It could be a bit dangerous using your hands'. He looked up, still having a dull expression on his face. He nodded, looking as if a family member just died.

At least this gave me time to hide my heated up cheeks, at this point, crack an egg on my face, it'll come out burnt.

Moments later, we were both on the floor, on our knees gathering the pieces on a recycled piece of paper. It was a quick process, as I kept pulling down my skirt, insecure about what he might think of too much skin exposure.

'Sorry, it feels as though I'm overreacting...' Mr. Kim filled the silence. 'I guess I really dislike losing things I really like' he mumbled. 

'No Mr. Kim, it's normal to feel disheartened... s- sometimes' I kept my head down as the response came out in a mumbled manner too.

Silence.

At least we were almost done, right about now I was wishing for a broom to sweep this up and get it over with.

'Ow!' I squeal as silent as possible, as one almost microscopic piece ripped through the thin skin of my palm. Suddenly, Mr. Kim's hand gently takes my affected hand into his very own, examining it. A little droplet started forming, as warm, red, thick liquid came out seeping. It was a tiny drop, barely visible. 

He looked me in the eyes, with a 'sorry I kept you here' manner. 

'Oh dear, are you okay?' The concerned voice asked, still not letting go. It made me wonder how wonderful it must to be held by him, even his hand is warm... rough, but warm.

'Sir, it's only a tiny drop'. I whispered as a weird sensation swirled around in my stomach, which made my heart want leap out even more. He was less then a meter away from my face, which already made me imagine irregular things. Why does he make me forget that he actually is my teacher?

'I'm no doctor... but blood coming up to skin, equals not good' he arched his right eyebrow pretending to push back his imaginary glasses. A small giggle and warm smile was earned by him from me, as he found a way to make the situation lighthearted with 'broken' Englishee. 

'I believe... according to my calculations... that a bandage shall stop this non stop bleeding, as it will seal the life threatening wound!' The teacher joked, softly letting go of me. I know damn well he saw me staring intensely at his attire, guess he's too nice to point it out.

That reminds me... I should stop staring.

Getting up, he opened a drawer from a cupboard, which seemed to belong to him. I heard rustling, which was him ripping the bandage box in half, I can never understand why he gets so aggressive. 

'Hm... there it is!' The teacher exclaimed as if a child just found his favourite toy after searching for days. 'The Koya bandages!' he smiled brightly holding them up for me to see the same cartoon koala image I saw on the broken cup. 

He seemed to let his guard down just a tiny bit to make me comfortable, making these unwanted feelings erupt again and again. 

Unknowingly, it made her lips curve up, to see him this excited over something so simple. I enjoyed the child like element he had, which surprised me since he was so serious all the time.

'Sir, may I ask you something?' I politely questioned for formality purposes.

'Fire away, dear' he announced, which caused a dash of rosy red on my cheeks...

'Who is this 'Koya' character?' I asked, curiously. Though I wouldn't admit it was so that we spend more time together.

He smiled endearingly.

Walking towards me, while I was still on my knees, he was about to say something while I look up at him towering over me.

'Well, Koya is actually a-'

BANG

END OF CHAPTER 13°

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