Study Buddies- kth+jjk

math=2x + menace

Taehyung:

In class, if Mr. Hart's teaching something about algebra tiles that I don't wanna listen to, I don't.

In English though, I can't exactly do the same.

Unfortunately for Adams, I do it anyway.

Of course, the universe still seems to be having a grudge on me because Adams asks me a question I, obviously, wasn't listening to.

Now, I'm just sitting here quietly, pretending to think, though I have no idea what the fuck is going on.

I hear Jungkook, that little shit, snickering his ass off in the corner of his little spot.

Whatever. Today's my tutoring turn anyway.

Payback's a bitch, I think as I, too, snicker.

Mrs. Adams clearly doesn't have the patient of a saint-- thank God--and moves on to another student in the hopes of an answer.

After school I'm supposed to be teaching Jeon algebra tiles. It should be pretty easy.

At the library:

I severely overestimated the brain I was working with.

How does this guy not know how to simplify the expression in order to turn it into tiles?

"Dude, you're not making any sense here. Explain it to me from the start again, please?" Jeon says, a hint of confusion in his voice.

For some reason, his 'please' does wonders for me.

He may be raised as a child of basic ettiquette, so him using the "magic words" shouldn't be a suprise, but damn does his 'please' make me feel like following his every request.

Uhm- obviously because it's uhhh... pleasing to see him beg.

Right. Beg. Love seeing the little shit do that.

"Oh my God, Jeon, you're literally the stupidest fuck I've ever met in my entire life," I say just to tease him a little.

"Coming from someone who can't even form coherent thoughts on paper? Maybe focus on improving yourself before bringing me down, Kim," he grits out.

Aaaand there goes whatever little affection I had for the little whore.

He wants to play that way? Fine, let's play.

"Oh please. You're one to talk about self-improving. With your brain size, I'm suprised your even passing any classes." I say

Jeon narrows his eyes. "I'll have you know I'm passing, with flying colours some might even say, in my other classes." he says proudly.

He looks me up and down before adding: "I can't say the same for you, though."

Oh, so we're throwing shade now?

I shake my head, a condescending smile playing on my lips. "Ah, Jeon, always so confident. It's almost cute how you think being a little bit smarter in a few classes makes you better than everyone else. I'll let you in on a secret though."

He rolls his eyes but visibly tenses up when he hears 'secret'.

"I'm also passing my classes with," I air quote " 'flying colours."

He relaxes again.

Jeon smirks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Ah, the classic 'I'm better than you' speech. How original. But let's get one thing straight, Kim. Passing your classes with 'flying colors' doesn't make you special. Sorry to burst your bubble, but lots of people do it. So don't act so impressed with yourself just because you can barely manage to keep your head above water."