as someone who's bad at math but trying really hard because my chosen field has stats, what if math tutor!jimin? 👀
math tutor!jimin x fem!reader
syn. JIMIN, who adores how easily you get distracted when trying to complete your math homework.
𑣲. fluff, patient bf jimin, reader likes to daydream
a/n TYYYY FOR THE REQUEST! I’m also really bad at math (😭) so this was fun to write! my requests are open for any ideassss, I need them lol. I mostly write for bts but I want to do some cortis too <3
The library was supposed to be quiet.
Instead, your pencil sat between your fingers while you stared through the rain-speckled window, completely captivated by the thundering clouds outside.
"I've been watching you watch the clouds for three minutes."
You blinked, finally turning to the person across from you.
Jimin was already looking at you instead of his own notes, chin resting lazily in his palm. There was something unfair about how amused he looked, like he'd expected this from the moment you'd opened your math textbook.
"I was thinking," you defended.
"You were absolutely not thinking about integrals."
A laugh escaped him, warm enough to make your stomach flip.
You sighed dramatically, dropping your forehead onto the textbook.
"It doesn't hate you." His voice softened. "You just...find everything else more interesting."
You peeked up at him over the edge of the page.
He knew you'd get distracted by sunsets reflecting off campus windows, by strangers walking impossibly fluffy dogs, by the smell of coffee drifting through the library. He knew your train of thought could disappear halfway through an equation because you suddenly remembered a song lyric or wondered where birds slept when it rained.
He adored every second of it.
"You're staring at me again," you mumbled.
His answer came too quickly.
Heat rushed to your face as you looked back down at your notebook, pretending the numbers had suddenly become fascinating.
"You make it hard to focus."
Jimin leaned a little closer over the table, his hand coming up to your face to brush back a stray hair.
"I could say the same thing."
The air between you shifted.
You could feel him watching you, patient, waiting for you to meet his eyes again as he sat back in his chair. Your heart insisted on solving a completely different problem than the one printed on the page.
When you finally looked up, he was smiling, that soft, impossibly fond smile that always made you forget what you were doing in the first place.
"There it is," he whispered.
"The face you make right before you forget you're supposed to be studying."
You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile.
"You've been holding your pencil upside down for the last minute."
You froze, glancing down in horror.
Jimin laughed so hard he had to cover his mouth, and before you could complain, he gently took the pencil from your hand, turned it around, and placed it back between your fingers.
His fingertips lingered just a second longer than they needed to.
"One more problem," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then I'll buy you coffee."
"And if I get distracted?"
His smile grew impossibly softer.
"I'll just get to spend a little more time with you."
For the first time all afternoon, the equations in front of you didn't seem nearly as impossible.
Although judging by the way your pulse refused to settle whenever his fingers brushed over yours, Jimin might've become your hardest problem after all
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