Yoongi's POV
Yoongi was physically exhausted from touring and mentally exhausted from the whole situation. Y/N was weak in general from lack of food. They were both still sleeping when the Korean teacher arrived. Yoongi was awakened by the nagging voice of the tutor. It took him a moment to blink and orientate himself. He closed his eyes again. Right, he was not in the band's apartment.
"Wae, do you have to be so loud?" He said annoyed, rolling over. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed this would all go away.
"It's time for her class." The tutor was a buttoned-up prude whose voice was grating on his ears.
"Can't you see we're sleeping still? Do you make a habit of barging into married couples' bedrooms?" He found himself slightly tiffed by the audacity of the tutor.
"I am under orders from the CEO. I can continue to report her as being uncooperative..." Yoongi sighed and finally opened his eyes again. She had her part of the blankets wrapped tightly around her body and her face was buried in the mattress. She looked like a burrito with a head, something he would've found funny in any other circumstance. He reached out, hesitated, then gently tapped her.
"Yah, sleeping done. Wake up." She turned her face to glare at him and he gave her a sympathetic look. "Please?" She rolled her eyes and sat up. But that was it. She didn't leave the bed. The tutor was even more annoyed but her pupil wouldn't budge so she plopped the textbook on the bed.
"Try to actually participate this time." She said in informal Korean.
"Watch how you talk." Yoongi said sharply, pulling the covers over his head. He wanted to sleep some more but listening to the tutor get exasperated was worth having the lesson right next to him. Y/N was hesitant at first, maybe thinking he would judge her pronunciation, but when he stayed silent she did the bare minimum to get through the lesson.
It lasted about forty-five minutes before Y/N refused to do anymore. By this time Yoongi was fully awake and realized the tutor probably had a key to their apartment. And if she did, who else did? How many people could just walk in here? He was used to lack of privacy but not like this.
They both felt awkward which is probably what finally got her out of bed. Namjoon texted him, suggesting they take her to the Han River. He sent a text in English as well so when she got out of the bathroom Yoongi could show it to her.
"Okay." She gave him a half-hearted smile. He felt frustrated. He shouldn't need Namjoon to translate for him and be their go-between.
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The Contract
Fanfiction"You have two choices. You can sign. Your family will be fine. Or...." All she wanted was to own her person, but Y/N finds herself manipulated into a contract she can't break. All Yoongi wants is his music and his band brothers, but breaking the...
