You were nearly losing it, listening to your English was not fun at all. Your eye become heavy and you just want to drop your head and arms on the desk right now and snooze off. You take your eyes off your teacher looking around the room and you see you're not the only one bored as hell. As your eyes move around, they finally land on him and you feel your cheeks burn.
"______, is looking at Taemin going to help you with your studies?" Your head turns to the voice immediately, cheeks burning even more. Snickering can be heard from the back of the class making you even more embarrassed. You glance to where Taemin was sitting looking at his reaction and you see him too trying to hold back a laugh. Great, now not only has the whole class know you've been checking him out, they've probably all figured out you affection to him too. You try to now focus on what is on the board ignoring the soft gossiping around you. Shakespear, that's what you have to think about. Macbeth; to be or not to be, and that reminds you the choice you were making; to confess to him or not. you sigh in defeat, you were never goin to stop thinking about him; because you liked him so much or because this class was just plain boring you didn't know. You look down to your notebook expecting to see the little drawings you had of Taemin but they were covered by three scunched up paper balls. You open up the one nearest to you, '________ from Taemin c:' What is this? You open up the second only to have the same thing written on. You glance a little to his side and you see him smiling but his head is facing the front. What it he trying to do? You go for the third one on your desk; '________ah look at me please? from Taemin'You imediately look at him again and he still is looking at the front but this time there's a slight mirk on his face. He was playing with you, of course he was. You turn back to the board for the third time and you stay that way. You see from the corner of your eyes scrunched up paper is thrown to your desk but you keep your head straight to the board, you are not going to let him play with your feelings like this.
When the bell rings ending the class you try to pack as fast as you can, hopelessly pushing the scrunched up paper off you desk.Wanting to go from the humiliation and go from Taemin. You hear someone call your name but you ignore the call walking out of class. But the call of your name doesn't stop and soon the people in the hall start looking at you. You hang your head low trying to not look at the piercing eyes but the call still doesn't stop. You turn around ready to face the boy and he also stops only a few inches away from you.
"What?" Your voice is not pleasant but it doesn't effect Taemin at all. The playful smirk still plastered on his face. The childish, inocent little Taemin was now looking like a sexy jerk. He doesn't say much back and he doesn't give you type of question that would let you answer too.
"Would you like to have lunch with me?" Grabbing you by the wrist he takes you, almost running, to the back of the school; the school garden. Pushing you softly down so you sit on the grass he crouches down leaning forward so your faces are close, a bit too close. "So tell me, why was I being stared at in class today, does someone like me?" Your cheeks turn red at the question, one that isn't something you can answer to either. So he carries on, "you know, one of the type of girl I like is the one that is quiet and shy, it gives her a cute image." He looks at you, his eyes staight into yours and then the playful smirk gets even bigger. "But after you talked to me in the corridor just then, I don't think you're cute at all," this time you played along, if he thinks your not a shy and cutethen will not be shy and cute.
"So your saying that you liked me before?" This put him off his track the smirk disappearing.
"You said after I talk to you in the corridor you didn't think I was cute anymore, you also said that you like shy and cute girls which means you liked me before."His smirks comes back when you finish your explanation. He leans even closer and you go forward as well, showing him that your just as good as he is. You two stops when your noses touch. You feel you cheeks burn but this isn't the time to become shy.
"But you know the type of girl I like the most is type that can't be intimidated by my words, it gives my good game to play." And with that he kisses you, gentle but also hard enough for you to know that he is in control, he has won. His hand cup you cheeks and pull you in. His lips dances and you let your lips dances with him back. Both feeling the loving sensation in the kiss. The pace slowly turns into a slow one before he pulls away looking into yours eyes. His smirk is gone now and the incocent happy smile has now taken over. "You're the type of girl I like."
