The Tutor | Jikook

Chapter 3

Jungkook POV

Biting my lip nervously, I enter my classroom five minutes earlier than usual. Looking around, I don't bother moving away from the doorway as I spot Ms. Lee. She smiles to me, standing up and walking over to me.

"Are you all ready to go, Jungkook?" She asks as she reaches me. I decide to stay quiet, nodding my head instead. With that, she puts an arm around my shoulder and leads me out of the empty classroom once again. As we enter into the more crowded hallway, she keeps her arm over my shoulder as she leads me down a few different halls.

"Remember, he's here to help you, Jungkook. If you don't understand something, it's okay to speak up about it. You'll be reporting to this room from now on instead of coming to my class, okay? And remember, you still get your lunch break." She reminds me as we enter down a less crowded hallway. I simply nod in response, not entirely sure how much I believe her words.

"Alright, this is the room. If you need help finding it tomorrow, you can always come to class to ask for directions." She tells me with a smile before turning and walking away. Taking a deep breath, I turn back towards the wooden door and eye it for a moment. Shaking away any last minute ideas of turning and running off instead, I carefully grab the door handle and open the door to the room.

Silently entering the room, my eyes immediately begin scanning the place. There's a light brown wooden rectangular table sat in the middle of the front half off the room with two black plastic rolly chairs. The second half of the room which is the further side from the door has a navy blue sofa and a black soft looking chair that surrounds a darker brown coffee table. The sofa is facing away from the door, but towards a large whiteboard with multiple colored markers, and then has a large gray metal set of shelves along the same wall as the door on the far side of the room in the corner.

"You must be Jungkook, yeah?" A voice suddenly speaks, catching my attention as I look over to the guy stood between the sofa and chair. He looks shorter than me, but definitely seems to be close in age to me. Maybe a few years older?

"Yeah, that's me..." I answer quietly, stepping inside the room so that I can shut the door behind me. The guy gives me a smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. I'm Jimin." He greets with a full blown smile, making his eyes disappear into little crescents. Holy shit this guy is fucking cute...

"Nice to meet you too, I guess." I mutter softly, letting out a quiet sigh. He frowns slightly, tilting his head to the side a bit as he looks at me. I take the moment to look him over for a moment since he seems lost in thought, gently setting my bag down on the table.

He definitely seems shorter than me. He's wearing black skinny jeans with holes at the knees and a white tee shirt that fits him a little loosely, light brown hair looking like he kinda just brushed his fingers through it in order to keep it out of his face. His black converse are clearly old as they're a bit worn though. He's definitely cute... Sucks that he's my tutor though and that I wouldn't have time for it anyways.

"Come here. I wanna talk to you a bit before we get started." Jimin says with a small smile as he motions for me to join him on the sofa with his head. Frowning at him in confusion, I sigh quietly and walk over.

"What is it?" I ask softly, worried for what he's gonna say as I glance over at him.

"Have you ever had a tutor before, Jungkook?" He asks, his voice equally as soft as my own. I tilt my head, surprised by the question.

"No. It's the only thing I've not tried in terms of getting my grades up, that being the only reason I agreed to this in the first place." I explain quietly. He gives me a smile in response.

"You don't have to worry about needing a tutor, Jungkook. I know the general stigma around people needing a tutor, and I don't want you to feel that way." He informs me in a gentle tone.

"What do you mean?" I question with a sigh, just wanting to get to work so that I can bring my grade up already. That, and so that I can't get comfortable with him. The last thing I need is to fucking fall for the one person who's supposed to be helping me, letting it become a distraction instead. Besides, my dad would completely lose it if I actually fell for a fucking guy of all things.

"I know the stigma, Jungkook. The idea that, just because you need a tutor, that it makes you dumb. That it makes you pathetic that you need extra help just to do better with your grades. I don't want you to feel that way, Jungkook. There's no dumb questions, and just because you're coming here, it doesn't make you dumb. Okay? I want you to feel comfortable asking me questions, asking me to slow down if you need me to. And quite frankly, you can come to me for anything if you need it. Not just school related. I really do wanna help you." Jimin tells me, his tone still gentle as he gives me a smile.

Taking a deep breath, I nod my head. He's right, that those type of things have been running through my head since I agreed to do this. I don't know how I feel about the fact that he somehow knew I'd feel this way, but I ignore it. I'm just glad he understands and that he's not judging me for needing this...