|| Tutor || pcy + lty

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"Did you tell the teacher I was ditching?" Chaeyoung asked, holding her grip on the shirt that belonged to the girl right in front of her. She kept her glare on her dark brown eyes.

Her fear was more than evident by the way she was shaking wildly.

"I-I did! But, so what?!" She squeaked out, and brought her hand up in attempts to slap Chaeyoung. She grabbed her wrist, and glared at the other girl, holding her wrist tightly.

"Yah. Don't try that with me." Chaeyoung spat. She pushed her hard, knocking the petite girl on the cold tiled floor. She threw a kick on her stomach making the black-haired girl flinch in pain.

"Pathetic." Chaeyoung muttered.

She stood up again, buttoning up her shirt after Chaeyoung messed it up. She kept her eyes on Chae, and threw a punch which landed on her left cheek.

'That's gonna leave a bruise.'

"Fuck." She whispered seeing as Chaeyoung didn't flinch as much as she hoped she would. Instead Chaeyoung's glare intensified as her eyebrows arched slightly.

She was starting to drip in anger, her face a bit red, almost the shade of her red hair, and the bruise was starting to form. She kept her jaw clenched and sighed.

Chaeyoung brought her hand up fast, on her way to throw a punch when suddenly she felt a tight grip on her wrist. She was slightly confused because the hand didn't belong to the girl in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing?" She turned her head slowly towards the male's voice. She stayed silent, pulling her hand back by force.

"It seems your Prince Charming has come to save you. Another bad ending for the bad guy, I guess." Chaeyoung scoffed, starting to turn away in attempts to walk away from the situation.

She stopped, feeling a grip on her shoulder. She was fuming up inside, just by the close contact.

"Fuck off." She let out.

"Apologize." The voice of the male was soft. Not fierce or demanding. But it still had some sort of firmness to it.

"I said, fuck off." She threw his hand away from her, and started walking faster away from them.

"It's okay. She's gone now." The male smiled helping the girl up.
"Thank you." She blushed with a small smile. He smiled back and turned to leave, but she grabbed patted his shoulder.

"Can I know your name?" She asked shyly. He turned towards her with a contemplative look.

"Taeyong." He answered shortly.

"My name is Minhee." She said.

"Good to know." Taeyong smiled, and started walking away from her. Minhee smiled slightly, and sighed.

"A Prince Charming." She giggled.

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Chaeyoung was sitting inside class with a pencil in her hand. No matter how many times her teacher would tell her to stop doodling she would never listen.

"Class, today we have a new student who transferred from another school." The teacher said, while a tall handsome man walked in with the purest smile.

"I'm Lee Taeyong. Please take care of me." He smiled kindly. The class immediately started gossiping as if he wasn't there.

"Omg he's hot."

"A whole daddy."

"He's definitely my type."