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thirty one

"hi sweeties. taehyung needs help in math, so i found him a tutor. which is you jen."

"oh! really?" jennie's eyes widened, mirroring taehyung's.

"wait what?"

"i need help? i'm passing this class jumi!"

"it's sunsaeng." she corrected with a drawl. "in my eyes you could be doing better."

she passed a paper to jennie. "congrats on your A for the semester!"

"thanks! i worked really hard on it."

"did you? or did chaeyoung help you—"

"taehyung. shut the fuck up."

"yeah." jumi muttered. "shut the fuck up."

"ooh, sunsaeng said a no no word."

"fire me and your next teacher won't even let you pass. i'm taking it easy on you." she warned. "now go study. i've got a date."

"wait you're just going to leave us here alone?"

"yeah." the teacher began to adjust her hair, tousling it. "what's the problem."

"aren't you like not allowed to do that..."

she snorted at jennie. "it's okay. tell anyone and i'll fail both of you."

"i didn't see anything." jennie piped, turning sharply to the paper in front of her.