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-one-
He thinks it started when Youngjae offered to kiss him.
Otherwise what else could it be? Ever since that night... When youngjae was too high on his flu bomb he lost all possible attraction towards women.
He couldn't see them the way he used to and it was driving him crazy.
It was nothing major at first. Like before, he knew he was bisexual but coudk never find a person he really liked of the same sex and now...
Just a bit had changed.
He met Lim Jaebeom.
His tutor who...
"... Do you want to give it a try?" he blinked.
All he did was blink and the white board was covered in ink. "I don't feel confident enough."
"Sunbae... I don't think I'll do well for the KSAT. I'm confident in the English section but this..." his expression completely changed at the board.
He hated Calculus. With everything in him, he hated Mathematics and everything it stood for.
He hated that he had it go to university too.
He hadn't grown up privileged. After a win from the national lottery, his mother started a restaurant and 2 years later it was a franchise. Before he knew how, he was out of Thailand and in Korea.
Applying for a Korean University in order to get a degree so that he could run the Korean portion of the business.
It was all his brothers' fault.
Between a druggie and a doctor he was the only alternative.
His sisters... Well, they were... They existed?
They weren't the brightest, and all hope then rested on him.
The last born.
No one ever spoke amout the pressure the last born child had. When everyone is a failure, they are all that remain.
"Fix it."
A whiteboard marker was shoved into his hand.
There were so many letters.
And something in him was sure that an exponent or fraction should be involved.
He slowly got up from the dining table and started going about it. Stopping everynow and then until he was done.
And then he back tracked, was he supposed to simplify or solve?
"Its correct."
His eyes go wide!
This was great!
Except he didn't know just what he did...
All that guess work.
And the principles...
"I'll give you a harder one..."
Ahh, there he goes. Lim Jaebeom: SNU student, tutor to the 1%, and the star of his most recent wet dreams.
Jaebeom's arm came around his shoulder and pulled him into his body.
His eyes went wide at the sudden gesture. But it was to be expected. Especially when Jaebeom keeps bringing side dishes...
He couldn't have them with whatever junk he was craving so then he was forced to learn how to cook.
That didn't last however, even he had added far too many bundles of glass noodles for his japjae the pot had over flowed and all he did was watch in horror until Jaebeom had come to the rescue.
He looked great in the kitchen.
Who was he kidding?
He looked great doing anything.
Even then, in the present, leaving...
Leaving!
"Bambam!" someone shouted and hit Jaebeom with the door just as he opened it.
Bambam rushed to check his tutor as he neighbours pushed past him.
Jackson and Youngjae had come over.
With take aways...
And alcohol. Which he wasn't allowed to drink.
He sighed so heavily at the sight of the two men walking past him and into the kitchen. He followed.
The two of them laid out all the food. "What are you doing?" Jackson asked first.
"You hit my tutor with the door." they spoke in English.
Finding some comfort in a language they were far more comfortable in other than Korean.
Jackson had attended high school in the county because of his father's work at the Chinese embassy.
"But its Friday."
"Its Thursday!" Youngjae spoke happily.
"Really?" Bambam rolled his eyes.
He was just sure that Jackson didn't go to any of this lectures in the week. That was the only way he would forget the days of the week. It explained the alcohol too.
"Areum, dumped you didn't she?"
"She didn't dump me!" Youngjae laughed loudly at Jackson.
So that's why he didn't know what day it was. His girlfriend had broken up with him for the 12th time. And Jackson was 2 hrs from blacking out.
"Lim Jaebeom!" Youngjae shouts.
Youngjae was already drunk...
There was no point in carrying on, it wasn't like the tests were super close. "Come here!"
His tutor is pulled into the kitchen and forced to sit.
And 2 hours later the mess was as predicted.
Jackson was crying on his floor as he hugged a six pack of beer to his chest, Youngjae had left to get McDonald's for some reason.
And Jaebeom was out of it. Staring at the ceiling as he laid on the floor sprawled out.
He would laugh every now and then.
No it wasn't a laugh.
It was a giggle.
He would giggle every now and then.
And Bambam couldn't help but to join.
He grabbed a cushion off his couch and laid with his feet facing the opposite direction but his face close to Jaebeoms.
Eye contact was made.
Jaebeom took off his head band and in the moment it felt as if the world had changed. Time had slowed and his apartment had turned into a perfume ad.
The band fell off, his long hair fell across his forehead and some into his eyes.
Words were whispered but nothing made sense.
"What?"
"You're cute."
Then his cheeks were being pinched.
It hurt! But this was physical contact that wasn't in the form of a welldone pat on the back. And because of that his face flushed, he looked like he had participated in drinking with them. Instead of babysitting men who were older him.
"Really?" he attempted to whisper but his cheeks were basically being played like an accordian.
Another giggle form Jaebeom and his heart is the softest it had ever been around him.
He knew it, right there. He had a crush on Lim Jaebeom.