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ChanIn~ Tutor me!

"I'm sorry for calling you in such short notice!" Mrs. Yang hurriedly apologized, grabbing her bag and coat. She had called the maid back to her mansion to watch over Jeongin incase anything were to happen to the boy.
"No need to apologize Mrs. Yang. I'm always available for you." The maid smiled sweetly holding her own hands in a polite manner.
"This is why I love you Camilla. Is there anything you need? I will pay you extra for this by the way!" Mrs. Yang gave a tight hug to Camilla as she was saying her graditude.
"Oh yes I do have a question Mrs. Yang," Camilla waited for a nod of approval before continuing, "My son, Bang Chan, he wanted to come with me today to help. Would that be alright with you?" Camilla looked a little nervous asking the question feeling as though she was crossing a boundary.

"Camilla of course you can! Isn't Chan a college student now? Could you ask him if he'd tutor my son? I'll pay him well- oh crap Camilla! I'm going to be super late! You can bring Chan over whenever you want, you know I trust you Camilla. We can discuss the tutoring when I get back! Take care of the house for me and my boy thank you!" Mrs. Yang waved rapidly making her way out of the house. Camilla bowed till she heard the door closing. She smiled warmly. She was lucky to have found such a great boss.

Mrs. Yang is a single mother. She managed to build her own company and network. She was a successful businesswoman. She often had to travel for business trips so she hired a maid to take care of the house. Jeongin would accompany her whenever he'd like. Though most people assume Jeongin is neglected, that wasn't the case for him. His mother had made sure to be present in Jeongin's life so he grew up with love. She'd make sure to clear her schedule for his school events, teacher-parent conferences, anything related to the boy. He appreciated her hard work, and the life she's able to give him.

Though no one likes to know the before she got wealthy. Not that Jeongin liked to talk about it either, rather no one cares enough to know and pay attention. The reason he's so greatful to his mother and never complains, it's because they were once homeless. Jeongin's mother didn't tell him the full story promising him that when he's done with highschool he will know. He remembers the days he didn't eat, couldn't sleep because of the cold. He remembers when his mother was finally able to rent a cheap rundown apartment. To him, it was a luxury place. Those days were probably the hardest days for him. His mother was constantly at work, he barely saw her face in the day. She worked 3 jobs and made sure to be able to see Jeongin at least 3 times a day. In the morning when she dropped him off at school, in the afternoon when she picked him up, and in the night where she'd kiss him goodnight. It became a routine for them. Jeongin did get bullied at first, he was the only student allowed to not to wear a uniform. His mother had worked hard to be able to get him enrolled there wasn't much for a uniform. Still, he remembers the happy face his mother made when he first put on the uniform she got him. He made sure to never dirty it. Now they are better, living better and happier than ever. That being said there was one dilemma Jeongin was facing-

"How the fuck am I supposed to take over the business if I don't understand shit!" He let out a cry, giving up the last strand of hope he had. He simply couldn't understand no matter how many times he read the questions. Was he simply not capable?

"Mr. Yang?" He turned to the door as he heard a soft knock and his name being called.

"Mrs. Bang you can come in," Jeongin turned his chair to face the door. He smiled gently when he saw her walk in barely opening the door. She looked a little awkward standing there.

"Please Mrs. Bang, you can call me Jeongin." He got up from his chair making his way towards her. "I can't do that Mr. Yang!" She got flustered by such suggestion. She could never adress her employers in such a friendly manner.

"My mom is your boss Mrs. Bang, Im simply her son," He noticed Mrs. Bang fidgeting with her fingers as though she wanted to say something. "Is there something wrong?" He asked sound concerned for the older.