Heyy author ...I really love your book my tutor. ..And you know what i make a poem for this story. .wanna read. .
My Tutor
Yn was thirteen, a spoiled little mess,
Books were the enemy, homework caused stress.
Till Kim Taehyung walked in, tall and stern,
“open your book,” he said – time to learn.
He’s strict, he scolds, he takes her phone,
No cartoons, no games – she whines, “I’m alone!”
He’d smirk, “Do sums or no snacks today,”
She’d stomp her feet, “You ruin my day!”
But he stayed up late when she’d drift to sleep,
Tucked her in soft, his care ran deep.
He loved her true, like a sister he swore,
Never knowing she wanted something more.
Cuz Yn had a crush, huge and bright,
On his deep voice, his eyes, his fight.
She’d blush when he’d tap her head and say,
“Focus, kiddo!" – her heart went astray
He never knew – that’s the sad part,
She hid her love deep in her heart.
He saw a kid, she saw her world,
Her first love story, silently swirled.
So here’s to Taehyung, clueless but kind,
Who taught her math and peace of mind.
And Yn, the brat with secret dreams,
Loving her tutor in silent screams ✨
Funny, pure, it aches a bit too,
A one-sided love, so young, so true.
He’s her sky, she’ll never tell,
Her Kim Taehyung... her secret farewell
