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⋅˚ଳ‧⋅ᝰ.₊‧‧chapter one ଳ˚⋅ᝰ. ⋅˚₊‧
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"yoosung, right?"
he blinks up at you like you'd just said something outlandish, wide eyed with a yellow notebook clutched a little too tightly in his hands.
"uh yeah. that’s me." he clears his throat, posture straightening out against the back of his chair. "and you’re… my tutor?"
you smile, setting your bag down and pulling out a stack of notes after taking a seat opposite of the blonde. "that’s the idea. i've been told you needed some help catching up on coursework?"
"yeah," he admits sheepishly, lithe fingers fiddling with the spine of his notebook before sliding it onto the table Infront of him. "i kind of… fell behind.. just a little."
"just a little?" you tease, raising an eyebrow as you shuffle through the mess of his notes. it's contents filled with cute little doodles or barely legible equations jotted down. "yoosung, there’s a whole semester missing in here."
she noted with a grin before a dramatized groan fell from his lips and his head dropped into his hands on the table. "please don’t remind me."
you laugh at the display before you and his head shoots up immediately at the sound- his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink with a starry look in his eyes. immediately after meeting your eyes he diverted his gaze elsewhere with a nervous chuckle.
"don’t worry," you hum, offering him a kind smile as you slide your notebook over. "we’ll start from the beginning. no pressure, mkay?" she hummed, brushing off his flustered behaviour as simple nerves.
"…you’re really nice" he blurts out, a pause following directly after with a look on his face saying the words left his lips without permission.
you tilt your head. "hm?"
he fumbles, waving his hands. "sorry you-, i mean, you just seem very patient. i’m.. uh, kind of difficult to work with sometimes.."
"for some reason i find that hard to believe" you reply easily, clicking your pen. "you're here with me right now aren't you?."
and yoosung sat there with his racing heart, nodding along to your words and trying to focus on the notes you were jotting down for him. but in the forefront of his mind, there was a pleasant buzzing picking away at his conscious and the same one thought repeating itself incessantly:
.. maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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"alright then," you say whilst tapping away at the edge of the table. "let’s start with a simple subject.. hmm.. how about some basic math.." you trailed off as you picked up that same ballpoint pen from before and writing down a short example "-do you remember how to solve for x?"
yoosung leans forward, squinting at the paper. his lips part a little and he mutters something under his breath. you can tell he’s trying, but the way his pencil hovers unmovingly above the page is telling enough.
"…not really." he finally admits with a timid drawl.
an understanding look crosses over your face as you nod sweetly. "that’s perfectly fine. here.. let me walk you through it."
you lean over towards his end of the table, pointing to each number with the end of your pen and breaking it down step by step. your tone was patient, eyes trained onto the paper with concentration yet every single time your sleeve brushed up against the boys notebook he'd sit up a little straighter as if he was afraid of something.
"see? once you isolate x it’s not so bad now is it." you glance at him expectantly. "want to try the next one by yourself?"
with a grimace and curt nod he grips onto his pencil like it’s the last thing tethering him to this earth, dramatic as always- but he does proceed to start writing with calculated movements of the lead. and when he gets the answer right you light up like he'd just found the cure to cancer.
"yoosung! that’s perfect."
a pause.
"..wait… really?"
"yes, really." you grin. "see? i told you you had it in ya."
his eyes immediately turn downcast to ogle his sneakers, the compliment ringing in his ears.
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you keep on going throughout the afternoon, explaining concepts and giving him little hints when he got stuck.
every so often he sneaks a glance up at you through the hair moderately blocking the direction of his gaze, watching the way you chewed lightly on the end of your pen... you're so close he can smell the undertones of your perfume and quite frankly- it was making it increasingly harder to focus.
"yoosung," you call softly, snapping him out of his daze.
he startles from his thoughts with an embarrassed, "y-yeah?"
"pfft you spaced out again. tired already?"
"no!" his voice cracks, and he tries again, lower. "i mean, no. just… thinking."
"about math?" you tease, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.
"…something like that."
and then you’re smiling again, and he swears his chest might actually burst.
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by the time you close your notebooks the library’s gotten quiet and the late afternoon sun is filtering in through the windows, painting the room in a beautifully golden hue.
"not bad for a first day," you hum mindlessly whilst stacking up the notes used from todays lesson. "same time next week?"
"yeah!" he says embarrassingly quick, face heating up and he clears his throat for another try at being a super totally nonchalant guy. "i mean- yeah, that works."
you sling your bag over your shoulder, giving him one last knowing smile before heading out.
yoosung stays behind, staring at the desk like it holds the answers to all of life's queries. his notes are a mess, his head is spinning, and all he can think about is the sound of your laugh echoing in his ears.
"…i’m so fucked," he whispers to himself, burying his face into his hands once more.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗