in the hands of intelligence | k.nj

Reasons Why I Hate You.

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"Would Min Y/N please report to the principals office please and thank you."
The secretary spoke over the intercom interrupting all classes going about at that point and time.
The whole class turned their heads to look at you,

"Aish, what have you done this time!" asks your bestfriend Lisa looking over at you.
"Nothing!" You reply getting up from your seat and heading towards the classroom door.

Once you arrive at the Principals office he's sitting at his desk typing away at what whatever was displayed across his computer screen. Obviously not aware of your presence you knock on the door slightly gaining his attention him looking at you immediately.
"Ah, Ms. Min please have a seat, and close the door behind you." The principal tells you with a stern voice gesturing towards one of the two chairs in front of you.
After closing the door you hesitantly take a seat in one the the chairs clasping your hands together placing them on your lap waiting for him to speak impatiently bouncing your leg up and down due to nervousness and biting your bottom lip.

"I'm assuming you probably have no clue what this about."

"No Sir."
While wiping your sweaty palms over the length of your plaid skirt he leans forward in his chair making the chair creak under his weight.
"Well Y/N," he begins "your grades have been slipping these past few weeks." He picks up a pen and twirls it about his fingers while he contemplates "You do realize that if you fail any longer you won't graduate don't you?"
You nod your head in understanding biting your lip even harder, almost hard enough to make them bleed.
"I also informed your parents of what has been happening with your grades."
You stop bouncing your foot immediately and your jaw hangs open in astonishment of what you just heard.
"You did what?!"

You slightly raise your voice resulting in the elderly man looking at you with his eyebrow slightly raised.
"Please keep your voice down Ms. Min."
He says readjusting his tie, "Sorry." You chuckle nervously.
"So, to make sure this discontinues from happening me and your parents have came up with a solution."
You grow even more anxious at his words, beginning to bounce your leg up and down once more.
"Okay.."
"We've assigned you a tutor."

'That's all?' You ask yourself, you would've thought that they'd make you retake a class or change your elective but all you have to do is pay attention to whatever educational slurs come out of someone's mouth?
"Really?" You ask him with a shocked look on your face still in disbelief.
"Yes really, everyday after school. May I add."
Okay, well that kinda sucks.
But it's better than having to choose a different elective.
"May I ask who my 'tutor' will be?"
You asked him, curiosity taking over your emotions.
"Oh, yes it will be-"
Before he could finish his sentence you hear a faint knock on the door that's not to loud nor too soft that no one would be able to hear it.
"In fact here he is now."
You turn around eagerly waiting for your so called tutor to emerge underneath the door frame but when he does your eagerness fades into an emotion you can't quite put your finger on.
All you know is that it's not a good emotion.

"Kim Namjoon, will be your tutor this semester."
The principal says with his hand up in the air presenting the young man as if he's some sort of trophy.
Kim Namjoon.
You turn back to the principal feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks, not in a flattering way, in a angry 'what the fuck?' sort of blush.

"Principal Nim I-" you begin before your cut off,

"I look forward to helping you improve your grades Y/N-ah."

He speaks out with his deep voice that sends waves of vibrations down your spine and a smirk showing off his deep crater- like dimples indented into his cheeks.
You glare at him before turning once more to the elderly man sitting in front of you.
"Does it have to be every day after school?"
You ask the principal anxiously nibbling at your now swollen bottom lip.
"Well Unless you want your grades to sink even lower I suggest you attend all 5 days Ms. Min."
You hear Namjoon chuckle under his breath at that comment and you facepalm yourself in embarrassment.
"You're both dismissed."
He sends you off with a gesture of his hand and you both leave the office.