Before you joined the group, the whole English-learning situation in P1Harmony was… chaotic at best.

Sure, they tried. They always try.

But without you, the system was basically: Keeho knows English. Jiung kind of knows English. Everyone else panics.

Keeho debuted as the only fully fluent member—born and raised in Canada, sharp-tongued, fast-thinking, and constantly busy. Between leadership responsibilities, schedules, and the general chaos of wrangling five other boys, there was never time for him to sit down and run proper lessons. The most he usually managed was correcting Theo’s pronunciation mid-interview or whispering translations to Soul when things got too fast.

Jiung, meanwhile, technically speaks multiple languages… but cannot teach to save his life. He’ll proudly say a sentence in three languages, but the second someone asks, “Wait, how do you do that?” he freezes, panics, and tells them to ask someone else.

So the job accidentally fell to Jongseob.

Their maknae—sharp, clever, quick to learn, and always practicing—naturally became the unofficial English tutor. Not perfect, not fluent in the technical sense, but confident. Clear. Brave enough to sound silly and laugh through his lisp. He made English feel safe to try.

He helped Theo sometimes, mostly when Theo had an English line he needed to read out loud for an interview or MC script. Theo didn’t care that much; he always reverted right back to Korean the second the cameras went off.

But Soul… Soul cared. Soul wanted to learn. He always has. He just never wanted to bother anyone.

Jongseob noticed. Jongseob always notices Soul.

He took it upon himself—softly, gently—to help with pronunciation, rhythm, basic sentences. He’d correct Soul’s Korean singing diction, too, which made Soul trust him even more. Teaching became their little habit, their quiet routine. It made Jongseob feel useful. It made Soul feel seen.

Then you joined the group. Fluent in English. Patient. Warm.

Suddenly, the system evolved overnight.

Jongseob practically jumped at the idea of having someone who could help him help Soul. He became obsessed with the idea of structured lessons—actual sessions—with you guiding them.

Now, every day at the same time, the three of you gather in some corner of the dorm or practice room. Jongseob with his notebook, Soul with his earnest concentration, and you, ready to teach the two most chaotic students imaginable.

Today’s topic? Vocabulary.

Jongseob stares down at his notebook, lips pursed in determination.

“Wait… how do you shay… papa… yeah?” he asks slowly, tilting his head as if the word might make more sense upside down. His eyebrows knit together, frustrated at his own tongue betraying him.

“…papayeah?” Soul echoes, equally confused, equally earnest.

You close your eyes for a moment.

This is your life now.

And honestly?

You kind of love it.