Your English grade was low…dangerously low. You had a reputation in school, which didn’t help your case. Your teacher had assigned (forced) the top student to be your tutor to bring your grade up.

One problem- he was a cute crybaby. Absolutely adorable and helpless.

You walk into the classroom, looking stunning and intimidating as usual.

The boy looks up at you nervously. He’s short, has cute, round cheeks, shaggy brown curls, large round bronze glasses, bright brown eyes, and long eyelashes. His body is small and slim, and he’s Korean. He tugs at the neck of his sweater vest, then at the sleeves of his white collared shirt. He walks over, almost tripping on the laces of his black converse. Oh gosh…he’s so freaking adorable and embarrassed!

He looks down, avoiding your eyes.

“Ah…h-hello…I’m J-J-Jisung…”

The teacher smiles hesitantly.

“I’ll let you two get to it, then.”

She leaves, you two are alone in the classroom. Jisung trembles and takes a step back.