part four,
11:32- ;

"No you don't do that silly" Hansol giggles as I mess up the math equation. It was the next week, meaning our second tutoring session. This time father told Lynn to set up the session in the dining room, he probably didn't trust Hansol and me alone together after the wink at the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't understand" I giggle back as Hansol takes the notepad and shows me the correct way to do the equation.

"I like your bandana" I say, resting my head on my palm. Hansol looks at me and I faintly notice the small blush on his pale cheeks. I only just realized the white and black material wrapped around his head.

"Thanks, wanna try it on?" He asks as I nod excitedly. He reaches his arms up as he unties the bandana. His muscles flexing as his fingers work on the material. A look of frustration comes across his face as he tries to undo the knot.

"Need help?" I giggle as Hansol sheepishly nods, turning around. I brush a few strands of his blonde highlighted hair out of the way as I work on the knot. Hansol plays with the ring on his pinky as I take off the bandana.

He turns back around with a smile, as I hand the white material to him. "Okay now turn around".

I turn around and lift up my mop of hair as Hansol brings the headpiece around my forehead, coming around to tie it at the back. His fingers briefly touching the back of my neck. When I felt the absence of his hands I turn back around with a silly smile and let my hair free.

Hansol lets out a small and almost silent 'wow' as I giggle at his reaction. "You should pull these bits out, they're kind of stuck" he lets out a shy laugh, his face scrunching up as he reaches a hand towards my head and pulls out a few delicate strands, framing my face.

I try not to notice how close his face is to mine as his fingers fiddle with my hair. I distract myself by looking down at his navy blue baseball shirt. If I wasn't so distracted outlining the patchwork of his top I may have noticed my father come in, but I didn't notice and from the way Hansol was acting, he didn't either.

A loud cough makes the tutor and I jump apart in an embarrassed mess. Hansol takes one look at my father and then keeps his eyes on the ground. As for me I stare straight into my fathers eyes, trying to keep calm.

"What is happening here Hansol, I pay you to teach my daughter, not to date her" my father says sternly, Hansol looks terrified as he plays with the edge of his shirt, now realizing how protective my father is.

"Father he-" I start before I get cut off.

"Hana I am not talking to you!" He yells causing me to sink back in my chair as my eyes widen. Hansol side eyes me, a look that is sympathetic.

"I'm sorry sir, your daughter and I don't have anything of that nature going on between us, I am just her tutor." The Korean speaks calmly. I can't help but feel the pang in my chest when he says that nothing was going on between us. Even though there wasn't and I still don't feel that way towards him, it still stung slightly and I don't know why.

"Mr Chwe, give me one reason now as to why I should not fire you for canoodling with my daughter" My father tries to say sternly, although he stuffed up his act when he used the word 'canoodling'. Hansol cannot get fired, I'm sure then father would get me a female tutor, and I like his  company.

"Your daughter has progressed so much in these two lessons, and I really need this money" Hansol pleads, and I feel as that I'm seeing another side of him. This isn't his sweet attitude that I witnessed last week, this is worried Hansol. It's noticeable that he didn't want to admit how much he needed this money. Father was silent for quite a well, then he let out a long sigh.

"Your session finishes in 10 minutes, just thought I'd let you know, oh and Hana, take that thing off" he says before walking out of the dining room, rubbing his temple. This is also another side of father, either he really wants to keep Hansol as my tutor or he wants me to beat Soonyoung that badly.

I follow his orders and untie the material off of my head, placing it back on the table next to Hansol who is till looking at his shoes in a worried and embarrassed mess. The tutor then just takes the bandana and stuffs it into his bag, in which I am frightened of his sudden attitude.

"I'm sorry about that Hansol" I apologize. Father went way out of hand for something so little, I'll blame it on the stress.

"No it's alright, it's not your fault. I should've known better then to do anything but teach you." Hansol says not looking at me as he flips to another page in his text book, "here are some easier math equations than the ones before, maybe we should try those." He says changing the subject, speaking as though nothing that happened in the past 15 minutes happened, I sigh as I start the first equation.

After a long 10 minutes of mostly silent work, Hansol starts to pack up as I concentrate on the numerous equations. I look up to see Hansol looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" I ask "is there pen ink on my face?" I feel around my face trying to get off any pen ink that could be visible. Hansol just shakes his head laughing quietly, slowly returning back to normal.

"No there isn't, don't worry" he takes the sheet I was working on and folds it neatly "we can finish this sheet later" he says, putting it in his bag. I just nod and start packing up my own stuff. The brunette then stands up, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Uh thank you for the session, sorry again for my father" I say, after I had finished putting my stuff away.

Hansol runs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "It's all good Hana, I'll see you soon. I have to get to the music shop" he smiles kindly before hurrying off.

After my father came in the conversations between Hansol and I were awkward and short, and I didn't like that. Seeing him stressed and strained made me ache for him. Sighing I grab my books and pencil case as I make my way up the stairs, nodding to Lynn as she carries the vacuum down the stairway.

Grabbing my laptop I sit down criss crossed on my bed as I talk to Bora.

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22:01- ;

Hana:

okay well I'm going to go to bed now, it's been a long day and I'm tired :)

22:01 • R

Jeonghan:

okay then, sleep well princess, dream about me ;)

22:02 • R

I plug my phone in the charger and rest it on the nightstand. Jeonghan isn't the sweet, angelic boy I thought he'd be, he's turning into a player. I wonder how many girls he's said that to. 

My mind drifts to Hansol, I hope he's okay after today's events and I hope work didn't stress him out too much like the other night. I couldn't get over the picture of him so vulnerable under my fathers harsh glare out of my head, I felt bad for the way my father acted it was way out of hand, nothing was even going on between Hansol and I.

For the rest of the day I didn't see father, he was either cooped up in his study stressing about work, or taking a nap in his room. Not that I wanted to talk to him anyway, not after today.

I decided to text Hansol to see if he was going okay, I felt guilty that he was the one who got the beating, even though he was just entertaining me.

Hana: Hansol are you okay?

The message was read almost instantly by Hansol. I waited ages to read his reply, but there never was one.

Great, he was mad at me. I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped tutoring me, I would if the person I tutored had an over protective father. I placed my phone back on the nightstand as I got comfortable in my bed.

It was around thirty minutes later when I heard something banging against my window. My first instinct was to pull my covers over my head, scared that a stranger was in the house. But when it didn't stop I got up and looked at the window.

There was Hansol, sitting on the tree outside my window. A bunch in rocks in one hand an the other aiming a rock at my window. When he saw that I was awake, he dropped all of the rocks down two stories onto the grassy grown. He sent me a smirk as I opened the window, the cold air blowing goosebumps onto my exposed skin. The Korean jumped into my room, balancing himself once inside.

"Hansol what-"

"I'm taking you on an adventure." He cut me off in a whisper. taking a glance at my attire. Blushing I pulled down my shorts slightly, seeming too exposed in front of him.

"Hansol don't be ridicules, my father is already mad at you." I whisper-yell, confused as to why the boy was here at midnight.

"Look your father is so overprotective, I bet you've never been to a party. So I'm taking you to one, on an adventure." He persuades as I blush, adjusting my shirt.

"I-" I start.

"Get changed into something," he looks me up and down, making me feel insecure, "wear something sexy, it will make this trip more rebellious for you" he winks before making his way back to the window. He made it obvious that the reason he wanted me to dress sexy was not to be more rebellious, but I ignored him and his horny attitude and watched him turn back around.

"Oh and I'm sorry I never replied to your text, I was busy collecting rocks" he laughs quietly sending my a dazzling smirk as I nod, processing all of this information.

"But hansol, what if we get caught?" I shakily say as I watch the brunette leap onto the tree outside my bedroom window.

"I'd take those chances" he whispers before jumping down out of sight.