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THREE MINUTES THESIS I Kun

N/A - Thank you so much @neocrackheadtechno for requesting this ice cream. You wanted a professor Kun and I hope I wrote him right! I really liked writing this ice cream, Kun always makes me weak, he is so perfect. I hope you like it (:

Pairing – Professor!Kun x DoctorateStudent!Reader

Rating – 15+

Words Count - 3,022

Genre – Fluff, Heavy kissing

Warning – Some steamy kisses on the sofa but other than that, it’s only some fluff and a doctorate student being stressed and working.

Synopsis – Last year of studies for you to get your doctorate and you are beyond stressed as your university decided to change how doctorate presentation were going to be. But it’s alright, as your thesis professor comes to your rescue.

This is part of the Story Store stories.

Flavour: Bubble Gum: University/High School

Toppings: None

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You were exhausted. Your head was resting on top of all your documents on your desk, your computer still on and the clock on your right was displaying 2:35 am.

But you couldn’t go to sleep, you simply couldn’t. As you were a doctorate student, finishing your last year in less than a month, you had to submit a thesis to your university in order to get your diploma. You picked your subject at the beginning of your first year and continued to work on it during those 3 years.

As a neurolinguistic student, your main topic was the Power of Languages on the Brain, and more precisely, the differences on the brain when someone becomes bilingual in their childhood versus their adulthood.

It was really interesting for you, and you loved finding new information, getting interviews from people, receiving brain images, and comparing them.

But after three years, three long years of working on the subject, you were mentally exhausted. You had to put all the information you got together to build up your essay.

You have done that already, as you had to submit your thesis couple of weeks ago. But then, it didn’t explain why you were like this. Why would you be exhausted if you had done all your work?

Well, you didn’t. Your professor adverted you a week ago that the presentation of your thesis, which would happen at the end of this month, changed a little bit. Instead of wanted to have a full presentation of your work in 20 minutes, they thought it would be interested in for students to resume their three years of work, in well, three minutes.

Three years in three minutes. Also known as your 3 minutes thesis.

You heard of it last year, as fellow of your now post doctorate friends passed it and told you that it was really hard. But they were in another university, so you didn’t think yours would do the same.

But they did. And you were now exhausted as you tried to pack all the most important information in less than 3 minutes. Only you didn’t succeed, as every time it exceeded 8 minutes.

As you read on your clock that it was now 3 am, you gave up. You went to bed, tired, stressed and just wanted this to be over with. How? You didn’t know yet.

When you woke up the next morning, you thought that it would be nice for you to work at the library for once instead of your bedroom. You were starting to get fed up of seeing the same four walls while stressing about what you had to do.

The library was really busy as every single student were preparing for their respecting exams. Fortunately, as a doctorate student, you had access to a quiet room in priority, making it easier to find a place to study in peace.

You managed to find one pretty quickly, as they weren’t a lot of professors or doctorate students yet because it was still early in the afternoon.

You took out all of your papers, your computer and your pen and got to work, again. You managed to reduce your thesis to 6 minutes, but it was still twice too long.

You were starting to lose your mind that you didn’t even notice that someone sat down in front of you until you heard your name being called. You raised your head and was face to face with Professor Qian, or as you know him better under his first name, Kun.

Professor Qian was your third-year doctorate professor. He got his doctorate diploma two years ago and was assigned to help last year doctorate students to prepare their thesis, as he did his not long ago. He was only three years older than you, and quickly during the year, even with staying professional during school hours, formalities were dropped between you two.

You were working nonstop in November in the library when he saw you and offered to read your work in order to help. You gladly took his offer and after a lot of evenings spent together, he became like a friend.

In his part at least.

Because in yours, you couldn’t stop the growing crush you developed over Kun. He was everything you ever loved in someone else.

He was helping, always understanding and reassuring. When you were starting to stress to much, he would speak in his deep and calm voice, telling you that it was going to be alright. He was really funny too when you took some rest from working, cracking jokes that made you laugh too loud for being appropriate in the library.

He was also very intelligent and had lots of knowledge. You would both sometimes talk about other topics than your classes or your thesis, and you couldn’t stop being mesmerized at everything Kun would explain to you.

You also learned that he was a great cook, as one time, you both ate lunch together. He had his lunch wrapped in his container, telling you what he cooked and making you taste it. You never had eaten something so good and he had laughed as you asked for one more bite.

To put in simple, Kun wasn’t a regular crush as you could have over the coffee shop guy or some artists you liked. No, the truth was that you were deeply in love with Kun, no more, no less.

You loved Kun, but you couldn’t do anything.

You had to remember that even if both of you had a great time talking in the library and sometimes outside, he was your teacher and you were one of his students. At least for now.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Kun asked with a smile, as you finally raised your head to look at him.

You managed to keep your face and emotions in control when you ever talk to him, at least on the outside. No one knew about your feelings and you preferred that it stayed that way.

“Dying, that’s what I am doing…” you answered as you showed him the pile of paper in front of you.

He shook his head. “Come on, I am sure you are doing great!” He said, a cheerful tone in his voice. “Show me what you did so far so we can see where to continue.”

You both went over everything once more and you were very grateful for his help. Having someone exterior to guide you and asking questions for you to understand where some parts were lacking made you work more effectively.

At the end of the afternoon, he told you that you both could meet next week to keep working on your thesis. And you did, meeting him every day for some time to go over every aspect that your jury would want you to say and explain.

However, one day, almost two weeks before your presentation day, Kun and you stayed until close hours at the library, and it wasn’t until you both went outside and were met with the dark sky that you realised how much time had passed.

“I’ll walk with you to your apartment, it’s too late. Is it alright with you?” He said as he checked the time.

You nodded, wanted to have his company for a little bit more. It wasn’t the first time he dropped you off at your place. Sometimes during the winter, when it would get dark earlier and you were both working late at the library, he would drive you back to your place.

But, it was the first time he walked there with you.

You both were in an animate conversation about some neurological terms and aspect when you noticed you arrived and were in front of your building.

Without even thinking twice about it, you asked him if he wanted to stay more to eat something because it was really late and you both didn’t eat dinner.

You didn’t think he would accept, but he did, and that’s how you both were looking in your almost empty fridge for something to eat.

“Ah, I am sorry, I didn’t go grocery shopping these days, I actually don’t have a lot to eat.” You said embarrassed.

He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, look you have some tomatoes, some onions,…” he opened one cupboard on his right and found some cans and a packet of noodles. “and noodles.”

You laughed at the distraught face he made.

“Don’t worry, I usually call for take outs.” You tell him.

He shook his head, disapproving. “Take outs are not good in the long terms. I’ll cook you my go to noodles recipe.”

And he did.

You didn’t think that seeing a man in your kitchen could make you feel something but seeing Kun cooking for you effortlessly made your heart burst in your chest.

You took out some beers, the last ones you had, for both of you as you asked him if he wanted one and once the noodles were ready, you went to sit on your sofa to eat.

You both conversed for a long time, eating, and drinking in the same time, and you felt at ease. Talking with Kun was easy as he always had something interesting to say.

You listened to him talk, and talk, not taking you eyes away from his face, focusing on his lips moving. Even if you tried to look only at his eyes, his now red and plump lips from eating the spicy noodles were catching your eyes every time.

He then took a sip of his beer, distracting you from staring and you did the same. You saw his cheeks reddening.

“I talk to much, don’t I?” He said.

You shook your head quickly.

“No, you never speak too much, I love hearing your voice, it’s so mesmerizing.”

You paused, realising what you just blurred out. You were now the one who talked too much.

You were now both blushing and an awkward silence took place in the room.

“Thank you,” you heard him whisper delicately, “I like hearing you talk too.”

You felt yourself get warmer as you turned your head to stare at him. He was already looking at you, smiling so bright, his eyes disappearing slightly.

Just looking at him, sitting casually on your sofa in your apartment, drinking beer and eating with you made you create scenarios in your head. This scene was so domestic, as if you just both were living together and came home for work, talking about your day.

It was too much for you, but you loved it, and you secretly wish it were real.

You really wanted this to be real.

But maybe you could make it real.

As Kun leaned towards you slowly, seeing that you were deep in thoughts, you didn’t think twice more. Maybe the beer helped you made the action, but you didn’t mind.

You leaned forward too and kissed him.

At first, you didn’t really realised what you did, as your eyes were closed, and the only thing you could feel was his warm lips on yours. It’s only when you understood what you did and that he was not responding at all that you retreated, panicked.

You messed up. You just kissed your professor, and even if he won’t be anymore in a month, you still did it.

You opened your eyes, displaying probably the same shocked face as he was showing you right now.

“I am so sorry…” You started, your voice trembling slightly as you were mentally preparing yourself for Kun to yell at you or telling you that you did something wrong.

But neither of what you were thinking came true.

As you opened your mouth to add another apology, looking around to not meet his stare, you didn’t catch him move quickly towards you, taking your face between his hands to look at him.

The next action made your brain go blank as you felt his lips on yours.

He was now the one kissing you.

You couldn’t think about anything else as you kissed him back, putting as much passion in the kiss as him.

Soon, the kiss turned out into a full make out session without both of you realising it. As he took your bottom lips delicately between his lips, sucking on it slowly, you let out a quiet moan. His hands were on your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin under your shirt as your arms were locked behind his neck, your hands roaming in his hair, playing with it.

Your back was now pressing against the sofa as he was now on top of you, your tongues battling with each other for dominance.

Your breath was getting shorter, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your hands went under his shirt, wandered on his back and he took it as a sign to take it off.

He did it quickly, and you just had the time to take a quick glance of his naked torso until he was kissing you again.

Your shirt got discharged rapidly after without you even realising it.

It’s just when you felt his hands just under your chest as yours were just on top of his back jeans that you both stops and stared at each other.

You were both breathing really loud, trying to catch your breath.

“Wow.” Kun just said after he took a deep breath, “it escaladed quickly.”

You chuckled slightly as he went to grab his shirt and you did the same, putting it back on yourself.

“It did,” you paused then added, “but I liked it.”

He just nodded at you. “I did too.”

You looked at him and couldn’t stop thinking that he was really sexy with his hair a mess from your fingers and his lips even plumper and redder than before from your make out session.

You were sure you looked like him right now, and you couldn’t stop your cheeks from getting warm.

“You know,” he told you quietly and you caught him already staring at you, smiling sweetly, “I have been waiting for a long time to do this.”

You looked at him surprised, “did you? Really?”

He nodded once more, than shook his head as not believing at what he was going to reveal you. “I actually have had noticed you since your first day of your doctorate.” He smiled, lost in his souvenirs. “You were so determinate to work on your thesis, and as a fresh graduate, knowing how painful it is, I couldn’t stop thinking that I looked like you when I started. But, you never gave up, always looking for more, always interesting in going further. I really admired you and when I got to be your professor this year, when I got to know you for who you were, outside of work related, I didn’t know that I was missing someone like you in my life.”

“Someone like me?”

“Yes,” he chuckled lightly, “someone like you. Someone hard-working, open minded, who pays attention to every details. You are the only one who saw I was not feeling good last year around the holidays, even my friends didn’t even see it. I think that’s when I knew I felt for you.”

You then remembered this moment as you beamed back at him. Last year, around Christmas, you were working late at the library. You went to grab another book when you saw Kun sitting at one of the other tables. In appearance he looked fine, but you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes behind his glasses, how he was messing with his hair slightly like he was stressed.

That night you went to talk to him, feeling brave enough, and you learned that he was supposed to come back to his family’s house, but couldn’t in the end. He was really sad about it. You then invited him to your friend’s Christmas, telling him that even if it were not family, he could spend it with you instead.

You remembered how bright his smile was after you both talked for hours, and maybe you thought, you felt for him this day too.

“I liked you for a long time too, but I didn’t think the situation was right for me to do something.” You confessed to him as well.

He agreed with you, “You are right, that’s what kept me also from trying something. That’s why I kept bugging you at the library after class hours. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

You felt yourself blush again; you were sure your face was so red.

“That’s why you were popping in the library when I was thinking of you, I thought I had the power to summon you.”

He laughed as he took your hand in his.

“Probably you had because I always wanted to be with you.”

You shook your head at his reply, your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.

He then put his other hand to bring you closer to kiss you again.

And you kissed some more, and some more.

After this night, everything felt like a dream.

As Kun and you kept your relationship secret, spending time together after working on your presentation and studying, you had never felt that happier.

He made sure you were ready for your presentation, cheering you up everyday by sending you messages or writing you notes and giving them to you when you saw him.

When the day of your presentation arrived, you had never felt this stressed before. But, three minutes was fast and before you even noticed, your time was over.

But you did amazing because you knew everything and studied a lot for this moment. You managed to answer to all the questions thrown at you. That night when you met with Kun, he congratulated you, telling you that even if he was not in the class to see you, he was sure you nailed it.

And nailed it, you did, as you received your diploma a week later and the biggest congratulation kiss ever.

N/A – Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it (:

I wanted to make it cute and fluffy. I don’t know if I managed to do it, but I enjoyed writing it! More ice creams coming soon~

The moodboard is made by me!

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