The Tutor // Kim•Namjoon

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The monotonous and repetitive buzzing brought her reluctantly out of her sleep. Turning her body towards her nightstand so that she could end the noise she knew all too well. With a slam of her hand the room returned to silence with the exception of her soft breathing and the faint patter of raindrops falling from height down onto the window sill.
She inwardly groaned knowing she couldn't be late and rose to her feet, trudging across the ground to the window that sat in the middle of the wall. Covered by long drapes that blocked majority of the light from crossing through into this territory. She pulled them apart to find the beams come flooding in, drowning the box like area with a gray brightness, instantly making her shield her eyes with her small dainty fingers.
Today was the day she had decided. She was going to try and change things, no longer be stuck in the rut. Instead she thought of taking up a new hobby to distract herself from the past and even so the present. It's what she wanted....what she needed.
The loud silence engulfed the place, making her feel uneasy and perhaps slightly anxious. Plucking her phone from the charger placed on her nightstand she scoured through the Internet and played some peaceful music that she could study with.
(A/N: think bts piano music)
Once she seemed to find a play list that would last a while she took to her desk and pulled out a notepad along with various colours of pens and pencils that scattered their way across the white surface. Injecting a little bit of colour one by one into the partially gloomy atmosphere.
But she had motivated herself to do this. It's something that had to be done now more than ever.

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After a few hours she grew weary and slumped back into the fold up chair. No matter how hard she tried nor how many ways she attempted, the material and matter wouldn't stick. This continued for days as she persevered to achieve something. Who knew learning a new language would be so difficult.

Gradually losing more and more hope and that light fading out she found herself less willing to put the effort in if she was to never receive any praise or success. So she stopped, for a while that is and went back to the old routine of just sleeping, occasionally eating and just aimlessly trailing through the many forms of social media.

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It took some time until that one day, not that it seemed any different from the rest, made her redirect her path once again.

Her phone currently showing a recently uploaded video that everybody appeared to be talking about was playing. But it was short lived and ended to only be followed by an ad.

"Learn a language fully in under a year! Are you fed up of study g for countless hours. The stress of all that hard work making you tired. Not anymore with 'Tutor Me'. The app allows you to live chat or face time with a professional or fluent speaker to help you. The service costs little to nothing but the results are priceless. Click the link now to find out more"

Throughout the entirety of the video she remained still and focused. Maybe she could check it off her list. Unconsciously her pointer finger moved to that highlighted writing and soon she could see the website with her very own eyes. It seemed legitimate and even though it was a pretty steep price, it was for all your lessons as well as an ensuring note that both you and your tutors identity will remain unknown to the company if they choose to use any of your conversations/lessons as demonstration ones.
Signing up took little effort along with the downloading of the app. She believed this could work and something good was bound to come out of it.
Once everything was up and running she was impatient to hold out the introduction process. She entered the language she wanted to learn and how long she wanted to spend which was left at maximum because she didn't understand what it meant.
Within minutes a message appeared in the chat box paired with a small signal which she soon realised was the notification alert.
Before opening the message she selected the view profile options and saw that he had only recently registered himself and this would be his first tutee. The picture is the profile seemed familiar yet it didn't quite click. Shrugging it off she went back to the inbox and with a deep exhale selected it to read it.
The message read "Hello Y/N, my name is Kim Namjoon and I'm going to be your new Korean Language Tutor"
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