Roses // K;th

Eleven.

                                                                  Rose's POV.

In a huff, I sit down on a blue, plastic seat outside the tutoring room and smooth out my skirt. Anger runs through my veins, seemingly fueling my blood with anger, making it boil. This is absolutely the stupidest thing I have ever had to do in my entire life, and that's saying something, considering all the countless embarrassing things I have done.

About three years ago, I was at my seven year old cousin Aknimoko's birthday party, and we were batting at a plastic kitty tied on a tree that was full of various candies, like Cola Candy, and Malang Cow Chewy Candies. Aknimoko's entire army of bratty friends had been begging me to attempt to break open the plastic toy, and I had finally given in. Aknimoko tied the bandana around my eyes and spun me around so fast that I felt like I was going to throw up the frosting I had sneaked before the party. When she finally stopped me, my legs felt like jelly, wobbly and in a jumble. My entire world was spinning, and I could barely walk in front of me without nearly tumbling to the ground. Gathering my balance, I take a swing in the direction that I felt the plastic cat was in, and feel something hard connect to the bat with a satisfying "Crack!". Yes! I had gotten it! Gleefully, I took off my bandana, only to see my great-aunt Yusi lying on the ground, clutching her head.

"Ms.Yeon, your tutor is waiting for you inside." The secretary says, barely looking up from her computer screen as she types away at lighting speed.

"Yes ma'am." I respond, as I gather up my materials and get up from the chair.

"Let's get this over with." I say to myself as I place a hand on the doorknob and slowly open the door.

I take a peek inside and see none other than Kim Namjoon sitting at a table, an unreadable expression set upon his face.

His face brightens with a warm smile.

"Why hello there, Ms.Yeon. I will be your tutor from now on. Here, have a seat."
Namjoon says, patting the empty seat next to him.

I oblige and set my books down on the table, feeling weirdly self conscious about my short uniform skirt. Impulsively, I tug it down. As I go to grab my textbook, I notice Namjoon is staring at my legs. I blush and clear my throat.

"Are you ready to start?" I ask, my voice an octave higher.

"Oh, yes, so sorry about that. I was just lost in thought I guess.." Namjoon trails off as he holds out a hand and raises it to my forehead.

"Here, you have a stray piece of hair." He says as he brushes the strand of hair away. His hands feel soft and, almost as much as I don't want to admit it, I just want his hand to continue, longing for his touch.

I shake my head. Why are these thoughts suddenly going through my brain?

"T-thanks." I murmur, heat creeping up my cheeks once again.

Namjoon clears his throat and focuses his attention on the textbook in front of him.

"Right, now, to start out our tutoring session i'm going to have you read pages 8-15 aloud. Start whenever you're ready." He says, addressing me with kind, gentle eyes, unlike most of the teachers in our year.

"O-okay." I say, finding my place on the page.

"Canada is a country built upon the many different aspects of the people who reside there, and those who had fought for this land. Canada's history dates back all the way in the 15th century, when American colonists and Canadians fought against each other for the land we now know as Canada today." My voice is smooth and unwavering as I recite the words from the textbook, although my insides are twisting left and right.

"The now British province of Quebec was divided into the upper and lower Canada in 1791.." My voice trails off as I glance over at Namjoon. His eyes aren't resting on the textbook, instead they are fixed on me. Suddenly, as if he was awoken from a daze, he snaps out of what he was immersed in.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me, Rose. I must be just very tired today, after all, classes were especially boring today." Namjoon apologizes as his face and neck flush with red.

Silently, I nod in agreement, too lost to find words.

Namjoon glances at his watch and rises from his chair.

"It's already 5:00. That means our session is over, you can go home now, and do something that you enjoy, with Taehyung." Namjoon says as he holds out his hand to pull me up, and I gladly accept it.

"Oh, ok. See you tomorrow, Namjoon. And thanks for helping me out! Y-you really are a smart person." I say, deciding to train my eyes on a pencil mark that someone made on the table.

Namjoon  smiles and walks out of the classroom, shutting the door behind him.

As I gather up my textbooks, I brush my hand against the spot on my forehead where Namjoon had brushed away a piece of my hair.

I jerk my hand down from my face and instead use it to support my books. What am I thinking? I already have a perfect and loving boyfriend, Taehyung. He has given me everything that I could possibly want, a feeling of protection, gifts, love and passion, and lust.

But as I turn to leave the classroom, I replay Namjoon's words inside my head.

"You can go home now and do something you enjoy, with Taehyung."

Although it's unlikely, I could have sworn I heard a hint of scorn in his voice when he said those words.

A/N: HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

by the way I WONT cheat i promise i despise when authors do that

You're in good hands

:D