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Momo walked down the hall, hair up in a high pony tail and bare faced. She wore a tight black adidas dress with gold toed adidas shoes, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Jongin asked her to start tutoring, she agreed to meet him after school and to not give him attitude.
Only problem, Daeil didn't believe she had tutoring.
Neither did Cory.
"So is this teacher a nice one? Do you behave in his class?" Cory asked, his big brother/dad mode kicking in. Momo huffed, Daeil has his arm around her while Cory held his suitcase and phone in his hands. Cory was annoyed at the fact Momo brought this up on a Wednesday when he has several exhibits to be assessed.
Daeil was ok with it, glad his little sister wouldn't be dropping out and was making an effort. So he talked Cory into meeting the professor, just get it over with and show that little Momo wasn't gonna be running around and lying to them about extra studying.
"Yes dad." She mumbled, Cory grabbed her hand as Daeil let go of her.
"This is the door." Cory said, opening it as the siblings walked in. Jongin sat at his desk, white dress shirt on with pretty tan skin that had a gold neck lace laying on his neck. Momo felt her stomach toss, god she could feel herself feel hotter.
Jongin looked different, she could see more of his sharp and defined lines with his shirt unbuttoned. Cory pushed her along.
"Ah, Mr saito." Jongin smiled, long, tan, fingers brushing across his buttons as he swiftly buttoned them. His eyes glittered differently as he looked at Momo. She looked pretty.
Cory shook jongin's hand, the motion seemed awkward for Momo's brother to do.
Momo felt awkward, her brothers both telling Jongin that she's gotten into some trouble due to her grades and that they don't mind him calling when she got out of hand at all.
"Oh don't worry, I doubt she'll get out of hand. She's a good girl." That's some straight bullshit.
Momo looked at Mr. Kim, he smiled at her. like she said, some straight bullshit right there.
"Right?" He chuckled.
Momo shifted on her feet, dress sticking to her every curve.
"Well thanks, Mr. Kim. She gets out at 4 right?" They kept tabs on her, afraid she might lie and go sneak around with friends instead of focus hard.
"Yes, I'm sure she'll be home very quickly." He replied to Daeil. Momo's brothers said their good byes, walking out of the class room.
Jongin let his gaze fall onto her, she looked nervous. "Go ahead and take a seat, pull out our book from class so we can knock this out." Jongin spoke, seeing her do just as he said in his peripheral vision.
"So the Awakening is what we are on, correct?" He asked, pulling a hair close to his desk and sitting down. Momo modded, sitting down in the chair he motioned to.
"Yeah, I don't get it." She replied.
"You don't get feminism?" He asked her, Jongin leaned back in the seat with his lean body showing off to Momo.
"N-No I don't get the fact why the character Robert ran away to Mexico when he fell in love with Edna." Momo said, letting her chin rest in her hands.
Jongin grabbed a copy of the book and the worksheet packet, flipping to the correct pages.
"Well." He said, handing her a pencil and flipping to one of the questions in the packet.
"She was already married, and this is based in the turn of the 19th century, so it's very bad for her to get divorced or for Robert to admit his love while she's married."
"So he's a coward."
"Yeah, or that." He laughed. Jongin helped her write down the answers, explaining to her that she should open her mind to literature. He said that poetry is just a part of humans, that everything humans think is a type of poetic.
"You are poetic too, your poetic side just hasn't been found. You let bits out, but theres a whole different side of it." He spoke, pink lips making Momo distracted.
"It sounds complicated."
"You make it sound complicated, Momo."
"No I don't."
"You also keep denying it."
"No I don't."
"Your proving my point."
"No I'm not!" She huffed, tossing her hair. Jongin laughed at her, furrowing his eye brows.
They talked for a long time, jongin went in depth about how she should focus on what her heart wanted to write. "There's no right or wrong answer. So tonight, write something that's been on your mind today." He pulled a notebook from his desk drawer, handing it to her.
"You don't have to show me, but I hope you will use your heart and not your head on this one."
"Cory says I never use my head." She snorted, looking at the notebook. It was pretty, a red cover with a black sketch of a rose.
"Maybe you could start, use it in writing me a story."
Momo looked at Mr. Kim, his eyes glinted with a look of care, full of hope. Mr. Kim just wanted her to behave, she's given him a headache, but she won't mean to give him the hell he's gonna have to deal with soon.
