You’re Han, you’re a studious and astute boy, with many dreams to accomplish, even though you’re kinda nerdy, you have a couple friends, you’re outgoing and inspiriting, but you could be a little blunt or mordant when you get agitated, you see..your patience runs thin, I mean if people don’t understand then you avail, but you have zero patience for people with nonessential posture.

And Minho..happens to be one of those people.

You commenced to tutor people so it looks good on your curriculum vitae, since you were valedictorian in eighth grade, you play the clarinet AND you won many awards at school.

You got a call from a boys mom, telling you that her son is in desideratum of a tutor, considering how deplorable his grades are, along with that he never seems to endeavor, settling for anything higher than an F.

Today was your first day of tutoring him, you peregrinated to his house and knocked on the door, being greeted by his mother, verbally expressing “Hello sweetheart, my son’s coming..one minute.”

“MINHO, GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS YOUR TUTOR IS HERE.” she yelled up to his room, which he reluctantly opens and went downstairs.

He optically canvassed you and pointed, though you descried his cheeks had a remote tint of red, he looked..flustered by you, blushing and fidgeting..maybe he likes you. “Who’s that?” He asked.

You just waved, introducing yourself in a polite but blunt manner.