Chapter 13: Anticipation

Namjoon sat in the back of the lecture hall, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. The professor’s voice droned on about something economics, probably but his mind was far away. All he could think about was last night. YN’s flushed face, the way her breath caught when he guided her hand to touch herself for the first time. Her innocence, her curiosity… it was all-consuming. He couldn’t focus on anything else.

He glanced down at his notebook, realising he hadn’t written a single word. His pencil lay idle, and his leg bounced impatiently under the desk. The image of YN, her soft moans as she explored her body, filled his mind again. Namjoon shifted in his seat, feeling his pulse quicken at the memory.

The classroom around him was buzzing with quiet conversations. A group of girls in the front row kept glancing back at him, giggling among themselves. Namjoon was used to the attention, but today, he barely noticed. His thoughts were elsewhere back in YN’s small, cosy apartment, where he had spent the night teaching her something she had never experienced before.

“Namjoon, are you even listening?”

The voice of his classmate snapped him back to the present. He turned to see one of his friends, raising an eyebrow at him. Namjoon forced a smile, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of YN. “Yeah, sorry. Just... distracted.”

His friend smirked, clearly not buying it. “Distracted, huh? By what? Some girl?”

Namjoon didn’t answer. He didn’t want to talk about YN. What happened between them last night was too intimate, too personal to share with anyone else. Instead, he shrugged and turned his attention back to the front of the class, though his thoughts were still miles away. What should he teach her next? He had guided her through touching herself, but there was so much more he wanted to show her. He wanted to be the one to introduce her to every sensation, every pleasure.

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Meanwhile, in a bustling kitchen across town, YN was busy with the lunch rush at the restaurant. The clattering of pans and the hiss of sizzling oil filled the air as she worked diligently at her station. Her chef’s uniform was simple a white apron over her clothes, her hair tied back in a neat bun. Her hands moved expertly, flipping vegetables in a pan, adding the perfect amount of seasoning, her body moving with the kind of precision that only years of experience could bring.

But no matter how focused she appeared, her mind kept wandering back to last night. The feeling of Namjoon’s hands guiding hers, his deep voice murmuring instructions in her ear… it sent a shiver down her spine just thinking about it. She had never thought of herself as someone who could feel that way so alive, so filled with desire. But Namjoon had unlocked something inside her, something she didn’t even know was there.

She stole a glance at the clock on the wall. Time seemed to be dragging by today. She had been busy since the morning, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Namjoon. What would he show her next? Her heart raced at the thought. She could still feel the warmth of his touch on her skin, still hear his voice in her ear.

“Order up!”

The shout from the front of the kitchen pulled her back to reality. YN quickly plated the dish she had been working on, wiping her hands on a towel before passing it to the server. The restaurant was packed, as it always was during the lunch rush. Customers crowded the small dining area, chatting and laughing over their meals. The line at the counter was long, people waiting impatiently for their takeout orders.

The energy in the kitchen was fast-paced and hectic, but YN moved with practiced ease. Her small frame darted between stations, her focus sharp as she kept up with the constant flow of orders. But even in the chaos, her thoughts kept circling back to Namjoon.

She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. What was he thinking about right now? Was he thinking about last night the same way she was? Did he feel that same sense of anticipation for what would come next?

The scent of garlic and onions filled the air as YN worked on the next order, her hands moving quickly to chop vegetables. But her heart wasn’t in it. She kept replaying the events of the previous night in her mind. Namjoon had been so patient with her, so gentle. He hadn’t rushed her, hadn’t made her feel embarrassed or ashamed. Instead, he had guided her, letting her take the lead when she was ready.

She felt a warmth spread through her at the thought. She had never known intimacy like that before. For so long, she had convinced herself that she didn’t need it, that she was fine on her own. But now, after what she had experienced with Namjoon, she couldn’t deny the new feelings stirring inside her.

Outside the kitchen, the restaurant’s atmosphere was lively as ever. The hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter—it all blended into a comforting background noise. The sun streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the tables, where groups of friends and families enjoyed their meals. The line at the counter was still long, with people waiting patiently for their takeout orders.

YN glanced around the restaurant, taking in the familiar surroundings. She had spent years working here, perfecting her craft as a chef, building a life for herself in this small corner of the world. But now, for the first time in a long while, she felt like something was missing. Or maybe, something new was just beginning.

As the lunch rush began to die down, YN found a moment to breathe. She leaned against the counter, her thoughts once again drifting to Namjoon. What was he doing right now? Was he thinking about her? She hoped so.

The memory of his touch lingered, making her heart race all over again. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to learn more, to explore this new part of herself that she had kept hidden for so long. Whatever came next, she knew Namjoon would be there to guide her.

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Back at the college, Namjoon finally snapped out of his daze as the lecture ended. He gathered his things, his mind already planning his next lesson for YN. There was so much more to teach, so much more to explore. And he couldn’t wait to show her.

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