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his body didn't move an inch, only his eyes looked up from his phone. gaze empty at first, before his eyebrows slowly furrowed as if his brain finally registered her words. "dating?" jihoon? he's tried, multiple times. according to the data he's collected over the years, his relationships failed because he either wasn't doing enough for them or his only topic of discussion seemed to be his kids (and third place goes to 'they were overly jealous'). it'd been over a year since his last relationship ended and he'd been the happiest ever. he had already come to terms with the fact that he just wasn't fit for dating anyway.

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if you ask jihoon what his favourite moment of the day is, he'd probably reply this one. not because it announces the end of the day for him but because he could never get enough of the happy faces the kids wear as he helps them in their clothes, listening to their five minutes made-up stories that don't make any sense before they excitedly run towards their parent, eager to tell them about their day. it has to be one of the most rewarding sights, that's for sure. but today, a new variable was brought to the equation. he's just finished zipping up another kid when momo speaks up, again. crouched down, his shoulders drop with a sigh, almost inaudible, muffled by his mask and all of the noise surrounding them.

“ah—” she felt a little guilty by that point. as if she was wasting his time – which, honestly, she was. unlike previous tutors, jihoon proved to care about her progress, or, more likely cared about doing his job. it wasn’t his main source of income and most definitely not his passion; she can see it in comparison to those few moments he recalls what had happened in the school day and how his eyes lit up, the enthusiasm obvious as he reminiscences merry moments shared with his younger students. that isn’t evoked when he comes around to the company, albeit his professional manner and thoroughness remains unfaltering.

momo can’t really blame him. there was a few of them who were agreeable at least – hard workers who excelled under his supervision – but there were others that made it difficult. sure, momo could be somewhat childish, but she did try when she could and she was never rude to him. out of habit, she would bring small trinkets and treats from Japan for those who work at jyp every time she’d return and jihoon had, over time, become the first pick of the bunch. for her other teachers she was focused, but he saw a more childish side to her. it was a conspiracy of things, really. the immense struggle she went through when studying english made her conceal it with juvenile behaviour (though it never got too out of hand) and the same aged aspect made their relationship almost friendly. not to mention they had more one to one time than say her dance teachers had in the past, or more chance to talk about things during their allocated time than her vocal coaches who focused solely on the sounds rather than their meaning. she was starting to feel even more guilty as she mulled over her self-indulgent behaviour around him, balled fist rubbing her left eye to try rid her of the sleepiness that clings upon her soul.

but then, he gave in.

a large smile breaks out upon her face, bridge of her nose scrunched up as she tries to contain her excitement. “really? really really?” but she’s not asking him for confirmation, not really, with the way she’s already up on her feet and grabbing her discarded jumper. her hands slip into the sleeves, as she gets ready to shove her head through the hole but she pauses, the smile replaced with the jutting of her lower lip. too often does she resort to this, somewhat talking in a pout that really was quite amusing considering they were the same age and, yet, behaved in stark contrast. “homework? i won’t be able to do any homework— but really? thirty extra minutes? fine… fine. as long as you’re treating i can’t argue it too much, right?”

with one swift movement, the oversized jumper is once more on and her hair, in disarray, is being smoothed with an air of delight. only small clues would elude to her earlier state, the sunken eyes and constant yawns concealed by a bright spark and lips which curl into a grin. “c’mon, i found a cool little café recently. let’s go there!”

it always surprises him how easily momo manages to tear a smile out of him, not even a forced one like he does with his coworkers but genuine, the kind he usually saves for his kids. “so not enough time for homework but plenty to go café-hunting, i see.” carefully, he takes off his glasses, head shaking lightly as he reaches for the hem of his sweater. he couldn’t say it, but he was actually very content with her choice. he hated homework, probably way more than the students themselves. adding thirty minutes seemed like a lot, but at least he could make sure she properly understood the lesson. not that he didn’t trust her to get the homework done without the help of any type of translator, of course.

it’s not the first time he’s had to tutor someone with a short attention span but what sets momo apart from all the others is that, you could see in the empty eyed gaze she has whenever his explanations get too long that she’s trying. she wants to understand. right before her, he had three other idols as students and their very obvious lack of motivation made him quit after 2 lessons. he’s learned to be patient and adapt his tutoring style to the student’s needs but nothing makes him angrier than someone wasting his time. which is why he was dreading his first meeting with momo and even considered declining the offer before they could even meet but he still gave it a chance, the last one he told himself, just in case. and to this day, he does not regret it.

clean glasses find their way back on the bridge of his nose, adjusting his messenger bag over his shoulder so that he could comfortably slide his hands into his sweater’s front pocket as he heads towards the door. "wait a minute.” with a hand over the handle, he abruptly turns around, looking down the other through squinted eyes. “why do i feel like i just got conned. you weren’t faking it right?” she isn’t, he knows it. “because if you are tricking me, this won’t end well. just saying.” 

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‘you might as well just say i look rough.’ she talks in a pout, the same way she does when she’s teased by her members or things aren’t going her way, lips jutting out and brows furrowed. his words aren’t malicious nor without reasonable source of concern – after all she had been yawning even more than usual. and she often yawned in their lessons.

how long had it been? not too long actually, but she noted that ever since covid her body ached a little longer and the lack of sleep impacted her more visibly.  

it doesn’t compare to the earlier years where sleep was a rare commodity during promotional periods. now they were a little more established, there wasn’t the same rush they felt. still – time still wasn’t completely free. rather than jumping from schedule to schedule, they were doing a lot more behind the scenes, prepping while promoting for their next big thing. it takes a toll more so if she can’t have her alone time and in the past few weeks that had become a rare commodity.

her chin is propped against the palm of her hand, still talking with a little whine colouring her tone. ‘it hasn’t been that long, i swear… you’re not going to nag me are you?’  

they were the same age and yet he always seemed far older than she was. wasn’t it supposed to be the other way? females more mature than their male counterparts. momo exhales, exaggerated perhaps, but now he’s opened the pandora’s box, exhaustion seeps into her bones. she slumps as arms stretch lazily, resting her cheek upon her makeshift pillow as she gazes at her tutor.

‘does this mean we can wrap up early?’ the corners of her lips curl, devious twinkle within the gaze she holds. she tries her hardest to keep up with the appearance of lethargy, but the concept of being able to leave her lesson early was like a shot of caffeine straight to the veins. it’s not tat she doesn’t enjoy hanging with him – actually, that’s the only thing which is bearable when it comes to trying to learn english. she’d really would like to learn, truly, but no matter how hard she tried she could never manage to make much progress. ‘let’s go get a coffee and some fresh air instead, your treat.’

his lips immediately purse at her reply, letting out a breath through his nose. that’s not what i meantㅡ he almost said, but he couldn’t. because that’s definitely what he meant. not in a bad way though, the male was genuinely concerned and it could be seen in the way his features slightly soften as he watches her.  of course, jihoon knew how exhaution felt, he’s reached that point more times than he cared to admit so he knew how forcing yourself to do anything in that state was just a waste of time. 

“i’m not going to nag but next time just text me if you’re too tired, we can simply reschedule. you can’t focus if you keep yawning.” 

he doesn’t hold back a sigh as he watches her stretch. he knows there’s no way to pull her back into the lesson, he’s officially lost her for the day and her  next question doesn’t catch him by surprise, after all, it isn’t her first attempt at skipping - and probably not her last. but it came earlier than usual. although for once, instead of immediately denying her request, he actually considers it, head tilting down to check his watch.

thirty minutes, that’s all they had left. thirty little minutes where they could finally wrap up the chapter they’ve been stuck at for the past three sessions. it wasn’t much for him, barely longer than an anime episode but for the woman in front of him whose jaw was threatening to break from yawning so much it was probably an awful lot. 

“fine,” he suddenly says, the pen he had unconsciously started spinning between his fingers coming to a stop. “let’s get coffee. but just so you know, next lesson will be thirty minutes longer.” it’s his turn to stretch, arms reaching over his head as he stands up to gather his belongings, ignoring any type of protest from his student. he isn’t thrilled by the idea either, but he needs to make up for the time. he signed a contract and he had to honor it.