Y/n has to tutor the handsome popular guy Jeon Jungkook, who she thinks is a playboy, but is he? Or is he a soft romantic at heart? She avoids him, but he tends to find that interesting. Intriguing.
Y/n then later finds out that she might know Jung...
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I was alone for the first week of the year.
Incredible. Just great.
What can I do? I grumbled, feeling sorry for myself. My confidence wouldn't allow me to carry on a conversation past a cheerful "Hello!" if I weren't so insecure. I let out another sigh and returned my attention to the class. I have to get over my self-pity. Not right now.
I'm as excited as a dog who knew it was going to the vet when they told me the wonderful news about the exam that will take place in two weeks. I shut my eyes and sighed louder, resting my head on the bench, my life is going just great.
Everyone is living a well-organized life. Each person has their own equilibrium. They go out, study together, wear friendship bracelets, and they have pals. Hell, I was scrolling through the popular girl's Instagram profile when I noticed that she was doing ridiculously small yoga classes with her buddies! I mean, it's just me! I am the only one without a life.
Get up, have breakfast, study, and go to bed. That's my life. Gosh! I miss my friends! I miss Busan! I miss Eomma-Appa!
Although I understand that living a quiet life has its benefits, it gets a little boring. So isolated. I have nobody at home to go to! Jiwon is an extreme workaholic. Sincerely. My home is deserted when I return. When does Jiwon Eonnie come home? 12:30 in the morning. Most of the time, I just see her at breakfast.
I raked a frustrated hand through my hair and shifted in my chair. What am I do-
I felt a sharp nudge in my ribs. My eyes widened at the sudden contact. After a quick shock of being forcefully nudged by her textbook, I took a moment to catch my breath and look over at the girl sitting beside me. At that time, however, I heard another noise behind me. Mr. Jung cleared his throat in the same way he used to whenever he was disappointed in a student... like me.
"Did you complete labeling the diagrams?" His authorized voice reached my ears as I registered his words.
Why does this always happen to me?
Pushing myself up, I showed him my notebook, ready to be screamed at. I did label his diagrams, but only 3. When I had to label 8. I would've labeled them, but is my brain the most distracted in the history of distracted brains? Yes.
I looked at his face scrunching in dissatisfaction. Involuntarily taking a deep breath, I looked away. This is the moment where my reputation's going to be ruined (did I even have one?) and where I'll be embarrassed in front of everybody.
"Y/n, you're diagrams are detailed. But I prefer you work on this faster."
Huh? Where was screaming?
The absence of my response shook me out of my flabbergasted stupor.
I nodded, "Yes sir. I'm sorry." I watched him walk over to another student, as I sat down, forcing my anxious heart to calm down.
