professor pinkmon | kim namjoon [bts] a.u

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i was home alone, for the first time in a while. taking advantage of the situation which rarely came to me, i grabbed as many snacks as i could fit in my arms and fell against the sofa with a sigh. i rubbed my feet against the soft leather, the excitement bubbling up inside of me.

mother was on an overnight business trip and father wasn't due home till midnight. it was 6pm, the perfect time to start a movie marathon that could run into the night. i connected my laptop to the television and set up the movie twenty, one of my favourite comedies. just thinking about how mother would react if she knew i was watching a raunchy romantic comedy straight after school instead of studying, made me giggle in satisfaction. i ripped open the popcorn packet and threw a handful in my mouth as the movie started.

the laughter wouldn't stop leaving my mouth and i felt my eyes brim with tears at kang ha-neul's facial expressions. i used the collar of my tee to wipe away the remnants of popcorn and crisps from my mouth as another bubble of laughter erupted. "oh yeah, that's great," i squeaked out, falling to my side.

over the sound of the music coming from the television, i thought i heard the doorbell, but i wasn't expecting yumi so i ignored it. a few seconds later and the sound came again so i paused the movie and quickly turned my head to look towards the front door. my ears had not betrayed me because the doorbell went off for the third time. I jumped off the sofa and walked to the intercom, pressing the camera button. standing before the camera was a pink-haired male, pushing the bridge of his glasses up. pressing the speaker button, i cleared my throat. "who is it?" my voice came out hoarse after the screaming i did at the television for an hour straight. the pink-haired guy made eye contact with the camera, pursing his lips for a moment.

"your private tutor, cha jiwoo," he answered. my lips parted in surprise at the low tone of his voice. tiny goosebumps erupted on my arms as an ominous thought passed me. was i really going to let a stranger claiming to be my private tutor in the house? i pressed the open button and a few seconds later, his light footsteps were heard by the door. the answer to that question was definitely a yes, unless i wanted to face mother's wrath even while she was away.

he entered the room, walking straight past me and to the living room. i ran after him, jumping in front of the television screen but he didn't even bat an eyelid towards me. his brows furrowed in what i assume was concern at the pile of empty crisp packets and popcorn seeds scattered across the sofa. "i was just..." i trailed off, scratching the back of my head to come up with a suitable excuse, but there was none.

"your mother told me to start the tests with you today, but i see you weren't expecting me," the guy smiled a very thin smile, i barely noticed it forming on his mouth. no shit sherlock. "where is your bedroom?" he suddenly asked, making eye contact with me for the first time. if he wasn't a tutor sent specifically by my mother, i would have interpreted that line very differently... but my retorts seemed to dissipate with the last ounce of pride i had left for the evening. so i simply gestured for him to follow me up and led him to my room.

pink-haired guy's prying eyes wandered over every inch of my safe space, and i suddenly felt really small. "right," he turned to face me and while i only had to raise my head slightly to meet his eyes, his height was a little intimidating. "i forgot to introduce myself, didn't i?" he grabbed the chair that was against the study desk. after taking a seat, he swivelled around to face me and crossed his slender legs with one swift movement. "professor pinkmon," he said, emphasising the colour that represented his hair.

i stared at him, my face void of any emotion. "sorry, what was that?"

"you will call me professor pinkmon, for as long as i am tutoring you," pinkmon repeated, raising both his brows. i bit my lip, unsure of what to say at his absurd announcement. fortunately for me, he was the first to move from his seat, picking up one of my textbooks that was lying neatly on the desk. after skimming through it quickly, he threw it into his paper bag.

i gaped at him in confusion as he repeated the same action to another three textbooks. "i have to use them to study, you know," i stated, fighting the urge to drag him by his pink hair out of my haven. pinkmon hummed, acknowledging my comments and then proceeded to fold up the top of the bag and walk out of my room. i followed behind him and he ended up at the front door, ready to push the handle down. "hello?" i waved my hand to get his attention. "i need those books," i repeated, clenching my teeth at his nonchalant expression.

"no, you don't," he countered, sliding the door open softly. "i'm throwing them out, because you're getting new ones."

"what?" my bewilderment was met with silence as he closed the door behind him.

┅ A/N ┅

the moment we were all waiting for hehe

also i highly recommend watching 'twenty', it's hilarious and i love kim woobin sm. don't watch it if you're like 12 tho whoops

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