Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

7.

"No way in hell I'm tutoring that insane motherfucker Jimin," he had protested, his frustration evident. "He's rude! I don't like him! And plus, isn't he in college? This is not high school!"

Mr. Kang, ever the persistent educator, had pleaded, "Yoongi, you're my best student here. Come help your old man out, please?"

Yoongi's annoyance grew. "Why don't you just let him fail? It's not your loss."

Mr. Kang had leaned in, lowering his voice. "Look, the faculty and I are planning to make him the model of the university this upcoming competition among with the other universities. Our model just graduated, remember? It's time to change our model. Have you seen him? He's hot! No homo! I'm a married man with three children!" He added with a chuckle.

"Why not Namjoon?"

"He's the president, too much stress for him,"

"Jin?"

"Boy, he's sassy! Namjoon might beat me up if I talk to his boyfriend about modeling!"

"Jungkook?"

"He's young and immature."

"Taehyung?"

"Are you seriously going to ask that?"

Yoongi had scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Well, good luck with that. He won't accept your offer. He's too fucking arrogant, Mr. Kang."

Mr. Kang, desperate and with a twinkle of mischief in his eye, had tried one last plea. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Yoongi had recoiled, grimacing. "Eww! Fine, fine. I'll do it."

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As the afternoon bell rang, signaling the end of class, Yoongi hurried to catch up with Jimin, who was already heading for the door.

"Y-Yah! Park!" Yoongi called out, tapping Jimin on the shoulder.

Jimin turned around, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "What?"

"I have to tutor you after class," Yoongi said, trying to sound authoritative.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "What? Haha, oh? Really? Mr. Kang's subject? That's new."

Yoongi was momentarily taken aback. This was the longest word Jimin had ever said to him. "U-uh, yeah! Uhm, your place or mine?"

Jimin's smirk widened. "Yours. Text me the details."

Before Yoongi could react, Jimin turned and walked off with his hands in his pockets. Yoongi's frustration boiled over. "I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING NUMBER!"

Jimin paused for a moment, glancing back with a smirk. "Find it out, loser."

Yoongi watched as Jimin walked away, his anger turning into exasperation. He was about to have his work cut out for him.

Yoongi sighed in defeat as he arrived home. He quickly opened Instagram, searching for any sign of Jimin's account, but came up empty. Frustrated, he decided to call Taehyung, who was known for his social media prowess.

"I need your help," Yoongi said, exasperated.

"What, hyung? I'm cooking, taking care of Yeontan-" Taehyung's voice came through, distracted.

"I'm tutoring Jimin and I can't text him my address. Do you know his Instagram account by any chance?" Yoongi asked, trying to keep his frustration in check.

Taehyung's response was immediate. "It's daddymochi. Wait for me, I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE!"

Yoongi was about to protest, but Taehyung hung up before he could say anything. Yoongi quickly searched for Jimin's Instagram account and was stunned by what he saw. Jimin's follower count was impressive, and his posts were as enigmatic as they were captivating.

"Damn, he's-" Yoongi muttered, awed by Jimin's online presence.

Suddenly, Taehyung burst into the room, practically tackling Yoongi with excitement. "TEXT YOUR ADDRESS AND MAKE HIM COME HERE, HYUNG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" Taehyung pleaded, nearly choking Yoongi with his enthusiasm.

"Y-Yah! Calm down! I will! Wait!" Yoongi managed to say, pushing Taehyung off him.

He quickly followed Jimin's account on Instagram and sent him a message with the address. Moments later, he saw Jimin's response: a simple "haha" emoji.

Taehyung, still bouncing with excitement, hovered over Yoongi's shoulder. "He saw it! He saw it! What did he say?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Just a 'haha' emoji. But at least he knows where to go now."

Taehyung clapped his hands together. "Perfect! Now we just need to wait for him to show up."

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Jimin arrived at Yoongi's place dressed casually in a loose, black t-shirt that hung just right on his frame, paired with faded jeans and black sneakers. His orange hair was styled in soft waves that framed his face perfectly, highlighting his sharp features and striking tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He had an effortlessly cool vibe, his presence dominating the room as he walked in.

Taehyung, who was already practically vibrating with excitement, couldn't keep his eyes off Jimin. He watched in awe as Jimin settled into the living room, casually plopping down on one of the couches. Taehyung was curled up on a nearby armchair, his eyes fixed on Jimin with a mix of admiration and disbelief. His heart raced as he tried to suppress his fanboying, failing miserably.

"Stop staring, I might melt, you know?" Jimin said, glancing at Taehyung with a teasing smirk.

Taehyung's cheeks flushed a deep red as he stammered, "S-sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Jimin simply shrugged and turned his attention away, clearly unimpressed by Taehyung's flustered state.

Yoongi returned shortly with a plate of snacks and a stack of textbooks. He set them down on the coffee table and sat down next to Jimin, who was already flipping through the pages with a bored expression.

"Alright, let's get started," Yoongi said, opening one of the textbooks.

As Yoongi began explaining the problems, Taehyung continued to stare at Jimin, who was now intensely focused on the equations.

"Yah! Not like that, Jimin! Gosh, don't you even know how to multiply?!"

Taehyung's gaze was almost worshipful, his eyes lingering on Jimin's concentrated expression and the way he occasionally pushed his hair back with a casual grace.

Yoongi, noticing Taehyung's distracted state, scowled. "Yah, Taehyung! Focus! You're here to help, not to gawk at him like he's a freaking model!"

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As Jimin got home, he gently chuckled as he flopped on to his comfy bed. A smile crept on his face. "I'm not that even bad at math but seeing that cute shit suffer was better than any medicine." He says, glancing over his trophes and certificates, where he had won math competitions.