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Chapter 4

The first week had come to an end and I was ready to pack my bags and leave that darn school.

Jimin and Jungkook seemed to always be talking about me, yet, my limited skills at Korean hindered my chances of deciphering the conversation. Needless to say, I know Jimin is hot but if it wasn't for my past and my desire to not go to my old ways, I would have certainly pursued Park Jimin. Even though he is clearly a very, bad boy.

It was on Saturday. Bright and sunny. Nevertheless, I still had private tutoring my mother had me assigned to without my knowledge which is not a surprise at this point. I was wondering who the teacher would be as I dressed for the day. I didn't want to look like an idiot, especially since I was the one who needed tutoring so I kept it casual with an over-sized, grey knit jumper with black jeans, plus red converse.

I decided to turn up fairly early for the lesson in the library as I wanted to make a good first impression. Something I seemed to be very bad at recently. I laid out my book for English literature and I sat there for a while, tapping the pen on the desk. It was around 11:15 am and the lesson what supposed to start 15 minutes ago. At least I'm not the one setting a bad impression.

Another 10 minutes had passed and I was slowly giving up on the tutor. I began rummaging through my planner to triple check I was in the right place, at the right time. I'd lost all hope at this point so I leaned over to my bag, placing all my books back into it.

"Hey, get off me! I was gonna come here anyway." A distressed voice called out.

I glanced back up to see Jimin being heaved by one of the teachers. I abruptly stopped laughing when I realised he was coming over to me.

"You must be, y/n?" The teacher asked.

I awkwardly smiled, "yes, and you're my tutor?"

"No, but he is." He responded whilst releasing Jimin from his hold.

The teacher stepped away, leaving me completely hopeless at life because I certainly wasn't going to improve at anything with Jimin as my tutor. In fact, Jimin was going to learn more than me for sure.

"Why are you here? I need someone who is smart to teach me." I questioned and unfortunately, he pulled out a chair and sat next to me.

"Well, you know how I and my friends were taken out of class?"

I nodded.

"We got snitched on and were caught planning to have a party. That's when the teachers thought it would be a good idea, as punishment, to make us all take turns at tutoring so Jungkook is going to be tutoring you next."

"How is it even possible for me to have such bad luck?" I snapped.

"Well, seeing as we're here together. We should continue our previous conversation." Jimin suggested, shooting me a glare.

"Okay, that is NOT happening, partly because I want to actually be tutored and secondly, I do not know nor trust you," I noted.

"I just want to know you, you're intriguing." He muttered.

"Sir, it seems that you have some ulterior motives." I replied.

He looked down, "no I promise, I just want to get to know you."

"I just feel like that's not the case."

"But, this hour is going to be boring so let's do a question game. Ask me a question and then I'll ask you a question? It's only fair, please."

Knowing this tutoring session was never going to happen, reluctantly agreed.

"Alright. I'll start. Why did you move here?" He raised his eyebrow.

"My parents wanted me to get a better education because I'm not a good student so they sent me to a world-renowned school known for disciplining well and bringing out the best in students," I explained.

"Wow. They're good parents. " Jimin replied surprised.

I sighed. "Yep, thousands of miles away from home. Great parents. Way are you so fascinated by me? You're always looking at me, the same with Jungkook. Always passing notes then staring and laughing."

"I thought you would ask that." Jimin laughed, slicking his hair back.

"I'm sorry for being predictable."

He sighed at my comment, "Jungkook and I keep fantasising about you in class so our notes are telling each other what we're thinking about." He rustled the hair at the back of his neck, gazing at me in an awkward manner.

"You are both so disgusting, in class? Really?" I exclaimed with disgust.

"We are men, we can't help it."

I raised my brows, "you are boys and that's gross."

He shook his head in disagreement, "My turn. Are you a virgin? You don't look-"

"Whatsit to you? You're some delinquent who eye fucks girls in class? Of course I'm not going to tell to what goes on in my life, you'll probably get off from it."

Unknowingly, the other 6 boys had walked into the library, eavesdropping on the conversation.