My Secret Tutor(JK x Reader)

2| New Girl (JK pov)

The maid places the breakfast in front of me, but I'm too furious to notice.

"I told you I'm not coming," I tell my dad who is seated across from me at the far end of the dining table.

"It will be a good idea to get some experience Jungkook. You need to learn how the company works. The meeting barely lasts for 30 minutes, you can leave once it's over," dad replies, eyes on his phone.

He's not even looking at me. Does he even care about what I want?

I stand abruptly, pushing against the chair and clenching my fists. My father looks up.
I hear Bam barking loudly at my dad.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the maids shifting on their feet uncomfortably, probably worried I might cause a scene.

Calm down Jungkook.

I take a deep breath and relax my hands.

"I'm not hungry," I mutter before leaving the room without another word. Tears start welling up in my eyes, threatening to fall over. 

I have to get out of here. 

I hear Bam's panting as he runs out of the house with me. He's not on a leash but that is the least of my worries.

I begin to run as fast as I can. I have no idea where I'm going but I keep running until it hurts to breathe.

Mom used to tell me that it helps to run whenever you feel like crying. And she was right, it did help. I could feel the rage washing over me like waves.

After a while I stop running and bend over, trying to catch my breath. Bam sits in front of me and I pet him.
I cough and realize my throat is dry. "Come on Bam, let's get something to drink."

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I sit on the swing and gulp down the drink in my hand. Banana milk always makes me feel so much better. 

I'm at the park with Bam now, trying to kill time before I have to go home. Hopefully dad will be gone by then. I don't want to face him.

My dad and I get along most of the time, but whenever he brings up anything related to his company, I get pissed off.

This would've never happened if mom was here. With her, everything was perfect. We both were happy back then. Her death put a lot of strain in our relationship. It's like he's trying to erase everything that reminds him of mom, starting with me. 

I hear someone humming. I look up to see Shortie from the convenience store walk into Mrs. Kim's diner. 

I suddenly feel a pang of guilt in my stomach after seeing her. I shouldn't have been rude to her. 

Keeping the banana milk aside, I watch as she talks to Mrs. Kim.

I'm sure I've never seen her before around here, well, if you exclude her hiding behind a tree  when I was running earlier. 

She must be new. But for some reason, her face looks familiar. I can't get that thought out of my head. 

Where have I seen her before?

My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and see that Mingyu is calling me.

"Hey."

"Jungkook-ah have you been reading the group chats?" Mingyu asks, in the middle of a yawn.

"No. You know I never read texts and did you JUST wake up?"

"Yep, don't judge Kookie. Anyway, there are rumors going on about a new student joining."

"You called to tell this? Seriously Mingyu, you need to get your priorities straight," I say raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, what if it's a pretty girl? Maybe I could have a chance with her."

I smirk. "Why, did you get tired of being rejected by our school girls?"

"I hate you."

"Uh-huh, anything else?"

"Yeah, coach said that we'll be playing against a team from Seoul next month. Apparently they're very good. We'll have to discuss about our practice timings and strategies."

"Yeah we should," I sigh. "Tell all the boys to change and come to the basketball court tomorrow after school. "

"Aye-Aye captain. I've missed you over the holidays JK," Mingyu admits.

I clear my throat. "Yeah yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow."

I hang up before he could reply. I despise making such confessions. For some reason, they make me feel very uncomfortable and vulnerable.

I gulp down the last few drops of the banana milk and throw it in the dustbin. 

Something bright catches my eye.

I squint my eyes to find a flyer stuck to the pole. I grab the flyer and read.

It's an audition to join a K-pop boy group under some entertainment company.

I suddenly recall a memory, back when mom was alive. I must've been twelve years old. 

The three of us were out when a random guy approached my parents. He wanted to sign me for an audition and gave us his business card.

I was over the moon. Ever since I was a kid, being a singer was my dream. It was mom who taught me how to sing. I really wanted to make her proud.

I clearly remember dad's reaction at the time. He ripped the card and warned me repeatedly not to do it. Said it was a waste of time and effort.

I stare at the flyer, deep in thought.

He doesn't control what I do. 

I fold the flyer and keep it inside my pocket before any second thoughts.

Bam starts barking. I look up and catch Shortie walking out of the diner. She hears Bam and immediately breaks into a run. 

I snort.

"Easy boy," I pet Bam.

I continue watching her tiny figure as she runs down the street.

When I first saw Shortie trying to reach for the banana milk, I thought she was some kid from middle school because of her height. When I actually saw her though, I knew I was wrong. 

She may look like a kid but the dark circles under her eyes are enough proof that she's a high school student. 

I replay my conversation with Mingyu.

"New student huh, could it be...?"