The Tutor | Jikook

Chapter 1

Jungkook POV

"Jeon Jungkook." Ms. Lee calls my name next. Biting my lip nervously, I stand up and walk up to the front of the class and over to her desk to collect my test. She gives me a sympathetic smile as she hands it over and that's all the proof I need to know that it's another unacceptable grade.

Mentally groaning, I don't bother looking at it as I take it from her. Keeping the test curved down and together so that nobody else can see my grade, I trudge back to my seat as I try to keep the tears from falling.

Sitting down in my seat, I heave a quiet sigh and slowly unfold the test and see what I got. Seeing the grade, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Biting my lip hard to try and keep myself from crying, I set my test down upside down on my desk before running my hands through my hair.

Trying to get myself under control, I take a few deep breaths. Though, it doesn't help a whole lot as I can barely focus the rest of the time in class. I'm going to be in so much trouble when I get home...

"Jungkook, could you please stay after class for a moment?" Ms. Lee requests as the bell rings. Heaving another sigh, I just nod my head and slowly begin packing my stuff away into my bag. When the class is finally empty save for Ms. Lee and myself, she walks over and takes a seat in the chair that's sat in front of my desk. She sits in it backwards so that she's facing me before giving me a small smile.

"Have you checked your grades lately, Jungkook?" She asks softly as I zip up my bag. Biting my lip, I shake my head in response as I keep my gaze on my bag that's sat on my lap.

"You have straight C's right now. And, while those grades are good enough to let you graduate at the end of the semester, I know they aren't acceptable grades for you." She informs me with a gentle tone. Squeezing my eyes shut in attempt to fight off the brimming tears, I stay silent and nod my head.

"If you'd like and are willing, I can get you a tutor, Jungkook." She speaks after a few seconds of silence. My head snaps up at her with wide eyes.

"N-no, I-I can't." I mumble softly, knowing what my mother's reaction would be if she found out I needed tutoring. We already hardly have the money to make ends meet right now thanks to my father, paying for a tutor would be out of the question.

"Why not, Jungkook? Your grades won't improve otherwise, sweetheart. It's the only way you're going to be able to bring them up to your standards. There's nothing wrong with getting a tutor." Ms. Lee says with a frown.

"I-I can't. W-we don't have the m-money to be able to a-afford a tutor." I answer, my voice shaky as I speak. She gives me a gentle smile though.

"You don't have to pay him, Jungkook. I'll handle the costs. And you wouldn't have to worry about having to find him after school hours. He would come here and help you during the school day instead. You wouldn't even need to come here, just meet with him instead and you'd still get your lunch break." She explains kindly. I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"W-why would y-you do all th-that for m-me?" I ask quietly, not understanding why she would go to such lengths.

"Because I can see your drive and frustration, Jungkook. It's clear that you care about your grades and that you're trying. It's kids like you who get the help they need because they actually care and want to do better. Not the kids who show up and do nothing all day and then come to me at the end of the semester asking for extra credit activities to help pull their grades up." She answers with a smile.

I sigh, ruffling my hair in frustration. She is right. It's been killing me that I've not been able to get better grades. It's like nothing I've done to try and improve them have helped. But... I guess I haven't really given a tutor a chance...

"Okay, Fine. I'll give it a try. I don't have much to lose." I mutter with a small frown. However, her smile brightens in return.

"Good. Come here tomorrow morning a little earlier than usual so that I can bring you to the room that you'll be attending from now on. Okay? I'll talk to him about it tonight." She tells me before reaching out to ruffle my hair. Sighing, I give her a small smile in return before she stands up and walks away.

I take it as my cue and stand, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I exit the classroom and head to my locker to grab the rest of my things that I need. Once I have everything, I silently trudge out of the school building and think over what's going to happen.

It makes me wonder what my mother would think. Probably be disappointed that I'm dumb enough to need a fucking tutor... Dad will surely flip shit tonight when he finds out that I didn't do better on my test again. I guess maybe I won't bring up the whole tutor thing... I should probably find a job of my own too, that way I can at least give him a little of my own money for helping me if this works out. The rest of it can always be put towards home or schooling...

I just hope this all works out and isn't a giant flop.