Tutored by desire| jaewoo

Chapter one

"No Mrs jo, I haven't", he lied. "Then you should jaehyun. I know your healing, you've been healing for quite a long time, don't you think?. I know it's a bit selfish of me to say, but isn't it time to move on. I really want what's best for you". The woman said still giving the devastated looking young man a reassuring smile that everything would piece itself together and get better for the him.

    
"If you want I could throw out some names of really good students. Most of them are about a grade below, but there are still a couple of them who are going to be in the same grade as you". the lady said shuffling through her desk—pulling out a file. She slowly reached into it and pulled out a piece paper, a paper filled with names of students who could be potential tutors for the young male, and placed it gently on the table.

         
"These are a few names of students who have volunteered to help out other students who need help academically", she said gliding the paper over towards the younger male. "Some of them volunteer for pay though. Pay authorized by the school to help meet the students urgent needs. So if you don't mind I urge you to reach out to these students. And I'm sure one of them would be more than willing to help you", the woman said sending a quick smile to the boy, who took a mere glance at the paper before looking back down at the lovely lady.

"Thank you Mrs jo", jaehyun said gently placing the piece of paper into his carry on bag, before returning a faint smile to the lady. "I believe that would be all for now jaehyun, hope you have a nice day", the woman said proceeding to continue her work of preparing her scheme. "You too Mrs jo", jaehyun said bowing before turning around and leaving through the exit of the classroom.

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Jungwoo entered into his apartment, well the apartment he shared with two other boys. The boy was exhausted, he had been out tutoring his ass off for the past two hours, which wasn't even half as much as he normally took for tutoring sessions. Well today's tutorials didn't take as long as it normally did—it was the last day of school before summer break started, so he took the last two students for the end of the school year till the summer break was over.

Normally jungwoo took about four to five tutoring sessions per day, which was very exhausting and lasted for about five hours. Immediately after school the male did not even have the time to go home and change out of his school clothes. it had been the boys routine for a very long time—the brown haired male needed the money. The male would always come back home tired, but he knew it was this or he would literally be one of those kids who lived on the streets or sold drug to teenagers. the two boys he lived with were rather kind enough to let jungwoo live with them in their shared apartment.

☁️BEGINNING OF A FLASHBACK☁️

Jungwoo was an orphan, the boy did not even know his real parents—for all he knew they could be dead. The young male was raised, if you can even call it that—by his aunt, who constantly abused him. They had enrolled the young lad into school, and when she thought the boy looked like he was smart enough to live and look for a source of living on his own , the woman sent the young boy packing, and into the real world—leaving jungwoo with nothing but a little cash, his education and nowhere to live. She often labeled the young male as a burden and bad luck to her family. She often told him the reason she hits him all the time was because he would never do anything right and brought bad luck wherever he went.

Luckily for jungwoo, things sort of looked up for him and part of him was happy he did not have to live with his evil aunt who tortured him anymore.

The brunette had gotten the school to agree to him tutoring for money. Seeing his current situation they decided to spare the young boy a little by Adhering to his plea not to send him off to child service. But in return Jungwoo had to reassure the school that he wasn't living in a ditch somewhere and that he was living rather comfortably—which surprisingly he was.