Study Buddies- kth+jjk

english isn't much better

Taehyung:

Today marks the day of my death.

I don't know what drugs I took to argue with Jeon that much yesterday, but there's just now way that he'll go easy on me today.

God, I hate English. And Jeon. 

(later that day)

Jeon is currently teaching me the basics of writing a grade 11 level essay.

Since I'm not that interested, I'm just going to take a little nap. 

He'll probably wake me when we can leave.

*****

Ok, so it turns out I was extremely incorrect. Jeon has instead decided to wake me up by slapping his notebook on my head.

"Ow! What was that for?" I ask annoyed.

"Why the fuck are you sleeping during my lesson? I didn't sleep during yours." He says angrily

"I'm not that stupid, Jeon." I say, kinda offended that he'd think I'd even need this lesson.

Jeon, that sassy little shit, rolls his eyes. "This isn't about wheather you need it or not, idiot. I need to see what level you're on so that I can teach accordingly. Not everything is judges your intelligence." he says with a scoff.

"Oh, so now we're resorting to insults? How mature." I say sarcastically, crossing my arms. "And don't act like you're doing me some sort of favor. I don't need you to teach me anything."

Jeon raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really? Then prove it. Show me that you know what you're talking about. Otherwise, shut up and listen up."

I scoff, annoyed. "As if I need to prove anything to you. But fine, if it'll make you shut up, I'll play along."

Jeon leans back in his seat, a smug expression on his face. "Good. Let's get started then. Show me how much you already know about crafting an argumentative essay."

Great. My stupid mouth got me knee-deep in shit.

"Matter of fact, let's place a bet on it." I challenge, making my situation infinitly worse.

Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.  I say to myself. Your pride won't die here, so stop making things worse for yourself.

"Oh? Fine, then. If you can write me an outline on the basics of an argumentative essay, then I'll buy you any dessert of your choice." the little shit says, voice full of pride.

He thinks I can't do this? Bring it on.

"You got yourself a deal." I say grinning. "But why a dessert? Why not something better?" I question.

Jeon scrunches his nose. "I'm not buying you anything more expensive than that. I don't wanna waste my money on you, especially for something like this."

I roll my eyes for the millionth time since I've met up with him. Of course. Leave it to Jeon to make everything about hating me.

"Fine. I don't want anything from your money anyway." I scoff.

"Great. You have 30 minutes. And...go!" Jeon sets a timer on his phone.

Within the next 30 minutes, I'm able to come up with a solid essay outline. 

I mean, it does have errors here and there, but I'd say I did pretty well for someone who hates English.

"Jeon, I'm done." I say, chucking my notebook to him.

"Dude! I'm literally right next you, did you have to throw your shit to me?" He questions, irritated now.

"Yes, very necessary." I say seriously.