Tutor | J-Hope

One

Monday morning, 7:55 a.m. at Seoul High.
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I walked into the school and went straight to my locker. I was trying to avoid everyone as I went on my way.

"22-13-24," I mumbled my locker combination to myself as I put it in.

"You know, you really shouldn't say your locker combo out in the open," a male voice came from behind me. I could tell it was Jin.

"Ugh!" I smashed my hands to my locker due to frustration. "Why won't it open?!"

Jin chuckled behind me, "I can help?"

"No, I got it. It's fine," I persisted. Finally after another try it opened. I pulled out books from my bag and put them neatly in my locker.

"Are you ever gonna turn around and look at me or what?" He said. Reluctantly I turned around and gave him a cheeky smile.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"We have that company dinner on Friday night, and I was wondering if you were drawing the poster. My mom said you were."

Ugh that's right. I have to draw a poster. It has to say: Happy 50 years working together, or some shit like that. Our families have worked together for generations in the banking business. While Seokjin's family is extremely rich, mine is more 'higher-middle class'. We have money, but not millions. The Kims invest in banks and stocks. They own two banks, the one we share and Community Central. Ours is ten times bigger and better than CC.

"Yeah. What do you think I should put on it?" I asked him. I leaned back on my locker while he tapped his chin, thinking.

"Something like..., oh, how about: Happy 50 Aniversary!" He said.

"That sounds like an anniversary party, so no-" I was cut off.

Riiiiing

"That's first bell, talk to you later."

I dashed off to my social studies class. I entered the the room and sat down in front of Seonmi, my best friend. She was talking to my other friends, Aeyoung and Narae. I tapped her shoulder.

"Woah. When'd you get here?" She asked me. I mentally face palmed. She's my best friend, but she can be such an airhead sometimes.

"Just now," I replied back. Someone cleared their throat in front of the class.

"Everyone up!" Namjoon said. Everyone stood up. "Good morning Mr. Choi."

"Good morning Namjoon, class sit please." We all sat down. "Let's get the lesson started shall we?"

About twenty minutes into the lesson, I felt crumpled paper balls being thrown at me. I could tell that one was coming my way so I turned around and caught it. My eyes moved to the culprit who threw it, Jung Hoseok. He just smiled and went back to focusing on what the teacher was drawing on the board.

"When was the Seven Years' War?" Me. Choi asked. Immediately, Namjoon and my hand went up. "Miss Y/n?"

"In 1756 to 1763," I said confidently.

"Nerd." I heard a girl's voice shout behind me. I figured it was probably Mina. She was the school slut, bitch, hoe, or whatever you wanted to call her.

"Mina! Enough. No rude comments." The teacher scolded her. She scoffed. "That answer is correct. Good job, Y/n."

He turned back around and started to teach again. After the class was over we had many more classes. The next class was P.E. or physical education. I went to the locker rooms to change with my friends.