CALL ME MR. SEOKJIN

- a tutor!au in which seokjin is your new tutor and has some interesting ways of doing his job

"Ah, Y/N," your teacher sighs, motioning for you to hang back as the rest of the class disappears through the doorway. You watch longingly, wanting to head off to lunch with them but your clean record with teachers has you waiting, smiling impatiently down at your math teacher as he sifts through some sheets.

"Y/N, look, I hate doing this to good kids," he starts tiredly, his voice lazy yet sure as he passes you a few sheet, motioning for you to look through them. You do as he asks and scan over the sheets, realising that these are your math tests, the grades absolutely appalling on them.

"I don't want to fail you," he carries on after you put the sheets down, feeling disappointed and ashamed in yourself. "I'm hoping that you don't want to be failed either because I think I may have an idea to help get you on track again. That is, if you're willing to take it."

You nod desperately, the idea of failing a class sending horrid shivers down your spine. He offers you a warm smile and nods, pulling a pen from his pocket as he slides a piece of blank paper towards him.

"You see, I have some bright students in my other maths class that would be more than willing to give you a helping hand. Although, I have only one in mind. He's the best there is. I'll have a chat with him and have him meet you in the library tomorrow night at five," he explains, all while jogging down everything on the piece of paper.

"Would you like to say something? You've been awfully quiet," he muses, flicking his gaze up to you for a second before returning it to his sheet.

"Well, I mean, thank you for not failing me right away and believing that I have a chance to improve," you lower your head respectfully, your smile grateful but small. Your teacher hands you the sheet with a nod, smiling proudly up at you. "Oh, and one more thing, what's this guy's name?"

"Kim Seokjin."

*

You busy yourself with your notes, subtly glancing at the door every time it opens, hoping that at least one of the students that walks through is your tutor. Unfortunately for you, not even thirty minutes of doing just that has given you any luck. You curse this tutor out under your breath as you focus solely on your notes.

"Excuse me," a timid—soft and gentle like the finest of silks—voice calls out. You lift your head up in slight agitation, your eyes narrowed as you glare at the boy in front of you. He clutches a plastic bag to his chest, oval shaped eyes widened in alarm, his thinly framed glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. You allow your features to soften considerably, lips parting in surprise as you lower your head. He swallows thickly, offering you a small smile. "Are you Y/N?"

"Yes, I am," you confirm, nervously lifting your gaze up to meet his brown orbs, the colour warm and inviting as curiosity swims carelessly in them. "Are you Kim Seokjin?"

He nods happily, his blonde hair bouncing along to the movement, the locks thick as they frame his strong and sharp features. You notice that he is quite tall for his age and that many girls sitting nearby watch this whole scene unfold with envy. You tilt your head as you further study Seokjin, taking note of the way his cheeks bunch up when he smiles and his eyes reflect that by lightening to a familiar shade of brown.

"I apologise for my tardiness," he shyly continues, taking a hesitant seat beside you as he places the plastic bag in the middle of the table, pushing it more towards you. "I usually have snacks—or brain food, as I like to call it—while studying so I stopped by the convenience store to grab some. I didn't know what you liked so I just grabbed all of them."

You chuckle, placing a confident hand on his shoulder as he freezes up a little, casting you a nervous look as you smile reassuringly at him. "Thank you for the snacks and agreeing to work with me!"

"No problem," he sighs, the tension in his shoulders lessening noticeably as you grab your pencil and await his instructions, watching patiently as he sets himself up.

"I don't teach like other people," he warns, slamming a few of his books onto the table with a satisfied grunt. "I have interesting methods that many of my previous students didn't agree with but they weren't complaining when they got their A so if you don't like what I'm doing, complain after the test."

"O-of course," you stutter, finding yourself feeling afraid of what he could possibly be talking about, the slight raspiness to his voice sending unwanted shivers down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

"So," he beams, turning so that he faces you with his wide grin, "are you mentally prepared for all the knowledge I'm going to throw at you?"

You stare at him in disbelief, hoping that he's about to laugh childishly and explain that he's only joking. However, the boy simply stares back at you, blinking expectantly as he awaits your answer.

"Yes?" You try, unsure if the uncertainty hidden in your tone was as hidden as you thought it was. Seokjin's smile only grows bigger, his rosy pink lips stretching as far as they can go as he nods approvingly.

"Oh, and one more thing," he chirps, opening his math book to the topic in which the two of you will be working on, his veiny and large hand smoothing down the creases in the pages as his other hand pushes his glasses back up his nose, a sparkle of mischief and amusement bringing his chocolate eyes to life. "Call me Mr. Seokjin."

"Why?" You mumble, fidgeting with your hands as your eyebrows knit together in confusion. He laughs loudly, the sound odd in the way that it is almost similar to that of a squeaky windscreen wiper.

"It adds a bit more professionalism to the task at hand. Go on, give it a try," he urges, your overall impression of him more a strange one than positive. You swallow thickly, nervously laughing as your lips press themselves into a thin line.

"Can we just get on with the tutoring?" You sigh impatiently, wanting to rid yourself of the uncomfortable feeling weighing down on your shoulders. He gives you a look of disapproval, his lips jutting out in a pout that has your heart clenching at how absolutely endearing he looks.

With one final sigh, you flash him a small smile, your cheeks reddening in mortification.

"Can we get back to the tutoring please, Mr. Seokjin?"

*

"I simply don't get it," you utter in disbelief, flicking the page over a few times before groaning in defeat, burying your face into your hands. Seokjin simply pats your back, nibbling on his bottom lip as he, too, goes through his old notes for some way to make things easier.

"Use my face to help you get the answer! My good looks will show you the way," he offers with a laugh, posing cutely as you can't help the smile that replaces your look of helplessness. He shakes his head at the absurdity of his statement and places his hand on top of yours before you can get back to working.

"In all seriousness, you'll do fine in the test. I think that you're just pushing yourself too hard but when the time comes, you'll shine! I'm sure of it," he chirps, his positivity and belief in you enough to fire up another round of determination, your pencil already in your hand as he nods at you, hesitantly taking his hand off yours.

You scribble down a few answers, glancing at him every few seconds to see his content expression unwavering, leaving you confused as to whether or not you're doing them right. Anxiously biting onto your bottom lip, you speed through the next few questions, about to start the last one when a packet is placed on top of your book, Seokjin already digging into his snack as he urges you to do the same.

Sighing, you oblige, ripping open the packet and very carefully taking out a chip to munch on, trying to avoid making any noise that could distract the other people studying around you. Your tutor, however, doesn't seem to care about the others working near you, obnoxiously chewing on his snacks as he waits for you to begin working again.

You watch him with your lips parted, your being simply stunned by his disregard for those around him. He makes a sound of confusion when he catches you staring at him, his eyes comically wide as he continues to finish off his mouthful.

"Will you shut up?" A harsh voice hisses over at Seokjin, the student's face morphed into a negative combination of annoyance, anger and frustration. Seokjin hurriedly swallows his mouthful down, raising his hands in surrender as the student curses under his breath and returns to his work.

"Jeez, how rude," Seokjin murmurs distastefully, popping the last of his snack into his mouth as you snicker behind your hand, shaking your head fondly as he slides your book towards him, scanning over your answers.

"See? I told you my good looks would work!" He cheers in a whisper, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up. "You got most of them right! If we work more on this formula and then teach you how to work with applying it to real life situations, you should be confident with this chapter."

"Shut up," you childishly whine, a hint of playfulness in your tone as you lightly slap his arm. Grinning, he shuffles closer to you and begins to explain the formulas you had trouble with, his voice soothing and slow so that you don't feel overwhelmed by the information.

Pretty soon, you're back to working on the problems, applying the new formulas that Seokjin taught with ease. Said man sits beside you, looking over your shoulder proudly as he continues to shovel snacks into his mouth, his chewing slowly beginning to annoy you all over again.

"Seokjin," you warn, your glare cold as you turn to look at him. He challenges your hostility with some of his own, his annoyance directed towards the way you addressed him. Snatching the bag out of his hand, you push it towards the end of the table and prop your head up on your hand, prettily batting your eyelashes at him.

"Sorry, Mr. Seokjin. I'll get back to working now."