hi bella!! i saw your post and thought why not send you something :D
could you do one where chenle is the reader’s tutor and they’re going over stuff? something with lots of fluff! i’m bad at explaining sorry 😭😭 tysm!! 🩷
omg hiii!!! thank you so mush for this req ;D i'm so sorry this took so long and it's so short T-T it's kinda rushed but i really wanted to get it out since this is my first req ever!! so i hope you enjoy it even though it's so tiny o_0 thanks !
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chenle as your tutor!
chenle x reader!, fluff
warnings: slight crying? lol
wc: 923
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“Tutoring? Seriously??” you snap accidentally at your mom, appalled at the idea of having to go to extra math classes just because of one bad grade on a test.
“You failed this test, that means you're struggling with the material. I have no choice but to get you a tutor honey, I’m sorry” mom says, trying to lift weight off of the situation.
Your mom had always worried about your school performance and your grades, and when your results started declining, especially in math class, she started worrying.
And now here you are, in an almost deserted library, waiting for a math tutor your parents had found online. You casually scroll on your phone while waiting, texting your friends and whining for the nth time about how much you hate the situation you’re in.
The silence of the library paired with the occasional vibrations of your phone was quickly interrupted by deliberate and polite steps.
You hear a soft voice call for you, making you look up and remove one of your earbuds.
“Sorry?”, you say in confusion, looking up at the stranger.
“Are you y/n? I’m here for the math tutoring, I’m Chenle”, the handsome stranger says as your eyes still readjust to his features.
He stretches out his hand, gaining a giggle from you as his politeness was shocking for someone so young. Your own hand comes up and shakes his, the touch making you undeniably nervous. “Yeah, I’m y/n”.
The next weeks passed in an instant. Chenle was helpful, attentive and patient. He would bring you your favorite drinks to every session, would memorize every detail you had trouble with and bring new material for you to study on the following schedules, and most of all, he cared about you, about your improvement.
“I can’t get this right!” you groan in desperation, the question you’ve been at for the last half hour taking all your brain power for the day.
“Yes, you can”, Chenle would say, almost annoyed at the way you would give up on yourself so easily.
“Oh, really? And how come I can’t solve one of the easiest problems on this worksheet?”, you asked, looking with furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms to your calm tutor.
“I know this is annoying, but you’re not seeing the whole picture…”, he says, earning an eye roll from you as he leans over your work with his own pencil, starting to explain.
“You actually started well,” he says, pointing to the beginning equations you had calculated, a shrug being the only reaction you could provide. “But here, you just changed one of the multiplying signs by a diving one”, he points out, your furrowed eyebrows now turning into an entirely surprised expression.
He finished the equation swiftly, your head scratching not in confusion, but in awe of how such a small mistake could make such a huge difference. Your head is not propped down, shame and hopelessness being the only emotions this past week has caused you.
“Chenle, the test is in three days…” you now say in a low voice, Chenle leaning back and listening attentively, “I don’t feel confident” you admit.
“Look, I know small mistakes like this can take a toll on you” he confesses, already recognizing the way your brain functions, “But making a small mistake doesn’t take away all the hard work you’ve done till now”. You now look up at him, a glint of tears in your eyes making his heart break. He continues “I’m sure you’ll do great, I know it.”
His words make you a bit more hopeful, a chuckle escaping your lips when you realize the sudden silence of the library, making Chenle also smile.
“Thanks” you say, grateful he didn’t judge you.
A week goes by. The test had gone okay, at least you thought, but Chenle knew, even over the phone, that something wasn’t right.
“You don’t sound too confident” the boy said, his voice being heard over your phone that was laying on your bathroom sink while you got ready in the mirror.
“I don’t know, it’s just… the results will be out tomorrow, and I don’t know what to expect” you sighed, not wanting to think about the score too much.
“I know you’re good, trust me” Chenle’s raspy voice said, making you undeniably shiver, “Don’t think about it too much, though, it’s just a test anyway”, he says.
“Easy for you to say” you chuckle.
Chenle lets out a breathy chuckle, too “What can I say”, he says with a fake cocky attitude.
“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD”, your screams say, the entirety of the library turning towards you and even a few people letting out a “Shush”.
Chenle turns toward the sound, your face making him smile right away.
“Hey, everything okay?”, he asks with slight concern, due to your worryingly rapid breathing.
You don’t respond, though, throwing yourself onto his arms and hugging him so tightly his lungs run out of any oxygen they contained before.
“I got a ninety one!” you finally exclaim, pulling away from the embrace to meet an amused Chenle.
“See, I told you” he says teasingly, making you giggle.
“Thank you, you know, for everything” you say now, more aware of the silence of the library, that makes you both giggle again.
“It was all you, you know? I just… gave you an extra push” he says, shrugging in a fake attempt at nonchalant.
You playfully hit his arm, earning a laugh from both of you.