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Namjoon Birthday Special One Shot

Fidgeting with your pen for the nth time of the day, you wait as patiently as what your mom instructed you to do. The mare fact of waiting for someone who would ironically change your future as what your dear mother had told you was too much to take inside your what you call "small brain".

Though not very long enough, a talk man walked inside your study room. He was physically attractive and by just the looks and vibe he gave made you wonder if he's really in need for money. Well stating the fact that this man facing you right now took a job offer as your Math and English tutor, he doesn't really look like he needs money. In fact it's like he's the one who would buy you.

“Hey kid,” He smiled showing off his perfect dimples as his eyes turned into crescents. You almost squeal at that as you try to feel your underwear underneath the table. Contemplating if the garter had loosen from the man's sudden gesture. “I'm Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, you can call me RM, but I prefer Sir RM since I'll be your Math and English tutor for the entire year. Pleased to meet you, Baby girl.”

And that day was the start of your chaos.

A month passed by so quickly, you were still the same flustered and shy girl whenever Namjoon is around. You learned that he wasn't as intimidating as you thought he was, as a matter of fact he's very simple and sometimes can be a clumsy mess. He had been very nice to you, treating you like a sister as he often give you rewards whenever you did your homework well or when you got a high grade on uour activities in school. He was just too imperfectly perfect that you sometimes have to force yourself to stop staring at him all the time. His kindness and intelligence would always amaze you and as day passes by, you grew to like the man who isn't just physically sexy and attractive, but he also has that sexy brain.

“Yah. Are you still listening?” He snapped his fingers infront of your face, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You wiped your almost and about to fall drool before nodding vigorously and meeting the older's set of eyes. “I—I sorry, I was just. . .tired.”

His brows furrowed at that, “ Do you want to stop for a bit and rest or eat something?” his voice laced with concern as he try to check on you.

About to touch your forehead if ever you are sick, he stopped midway after hear a sound of plastic cracking. Your eyes widened as your eyes trailed from his leg to his knee to his hand that was holding a pen. Scratch that, a now broken pen.

“Oh shoot!” He grumbles seeing the broken pen om his hands, he gave you that familiar apologetic smile like he always doea whenever he broke something inside your study room.

Like what you've already know, he's clumsy at times.

“But that's my favorite pen,” you pouted, eyes still focused on the broken pen.

Namjoon scratched the back of his neck, "I'm really sorry, I'll just buy you a new one."

You nodded, stretching your arms as you yawn and stood up from the cozy swivel chair provided for you. Namjoon's eyes followed your every move as if he can see and analyze your bone structure under your clothes and even under your flesh. That itself made you feel awkward. You always felt that way whenever he's looking at you. He stares at you like he can see through your soul and you sometimes wonder what was inside his mind, but then again you're no one to question him since your very honest to yourself that you stare at him in some kind of way as well.

Like who wouldn't stare at a hot tutor who could make anyone swoon and feel weak by just seeing him smirk. You know to yourself that he was one of your fantasies sometimes though you couldn't take it seriously because having a crush on a tutor was never your thing. Still, you have to admit, it was hard resisting the feelings emerging inside you whenever he's around making you feel important, safe and protected.