A/N: Prompt number 12: Lessons. This one started out a lot longer, but I thought it dragged so I decided to hack it to bits, haha. While I was rereading the previous chapters I noticed that the basic plot of this one is similar to 'Flicker', but nonetheless I hope you guys like it. Thanks for the reviews for the last oneshot, by the way! :)

Lessons

It had taken just over twenty minutes, time mostly spent folding and unfolding his arms, angrily sweeping his hair out of his face, and checking his watch every thirty seconds, but Hwoarang had finally lost all patience. The stifling heat was making him irritable enough to begin with, the sun was getting in his eyes, and he had better things to do with his time than wait around in a carpark while his girlfriend dawdled around the make-up aisle in the chemist.

Scowling, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled Xiaoyu's number, mood darkening further when her cheerful voice answered and actually had the nerve to ask him what he wanted.

"Where the hell are you?" he snapped. "I've been stood around here like a complete fuckin' moron for about an hour!"

"You've been stood around like a complete fucking moron for about twenty-three minutes, actually." Xiaoyu corrected sunnily. "Not even close to an hour. I won't be long anyway. In fact, I'm just turning the corner."

Hwoarang glanced up, and sure enough, she was standing at the other end of the carpark, black hair fluttering in the breeze. With a smile and a wave, she flipped her phone closed and headed over to him at a leisurely pace, completely unaffected by the way he was glowering at her.

"Five minutes, you told me." he said through gritted teeth.

"There's a saying," she began, slipping her phone into her pocket, the panda shaped charm catching the afternoon sunlight, "I'm sure you've heard it before, but… 'patience is a virtue'"

"And when did I ever give you the idea that I was either of those things?"

"Well look at it this way," she replied, unable to resist winding him up despite his obvious ill humour. "You just got a little lesson in patience, huh?"

Her teasing was met with silence and a stony glare, and Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and hopped on the back of the bike, steeling herself for the journey home. When Hwoarang was annoyed, it inevitably reflected in his driving.

"Am I forgiven yet?"

Her voice cut through the gloom as the sun continued its slow descent outside the window, now nothing more than a red glow on the horizon. Millions of stars were blinking into sight in the dusk sky, he was watching them as he lounged on his bed, the cotton sheets cool against his skin.

He didn't respond, and Xiaoyu closed the door behind her and moved to the open window, resting her elbows on the sill and gazing out, waiting.

"…Haven't made my mind up yet." Hwoarang answered after a few moments. He was only half serious, but Xiaoyu was well aware of his tendency to sulk over the minor things.

"Guess I'd better help you make your mind up then." she told him with a smile, then pushed away from the window to join him on the bed. He sat up and pulled her into his lap, tangling his fingers in her hair when she kissed him, her tongue brushing lightly against his.

"I'm very, very sorry." she laughed, wrapping her arms around him and nibbling his lower lip, taking time to enjoy distracting him from his bad mood. His hands gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and she pulled away so he could tug it over her head.

Xiaoyu made a pleased sound as he gently pushed her onto her back, pinning her below him and capturing her lips with his once more. One hand slipped down her toned stomach to rest just under the waistband of her denim shorts, and she closed her eyes, longing for his fingers to dip lower. His hand was still for a long moment as he considered how best to respond to her teasing apology, she continued to wait… and then he reached up to brush her fringe out of her eyes. She released the breath she was holding, flashing him an irritated glance.

"Wh- "

He interrupted her with another kiss, and when she reached up to pull him closer, she quickly found her wrists pinned above her head. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes at her indignant expression and he leaned down, slowly running his tongue over her earlobe and making her shudder.

"What was it you said this afternoon, Xiao?" he murmured as she struggled to free her hands, wanting to touch him.

"Who cares?" she complained. "Hurry up and carry on with what you were doing."

"Something about patience?"

She fixed him with her best beseeching expression. He ignored her.

"You also said something about a lesson."

His mouth brushed against hers, and when she tried to kiss back he moved away, lips tracing a path down her neck. She whined his name in annoyance, and he smiled against her skin as stars glittered through the window.

"So let's start yours, shall we?"