#i think abt The Look seungmin gives in the dingo drama vid everyday

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୭̥⋆*｡ tutor!au seungmin

pairing: crush!seungmin + gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 1.1k warnings: none

seungmin is, in many ways, the best tutor on campus

he teaches logically by-the-book but knows when to stop and explain something with a little more care

he can sense when you’re discouraged by the slightest falter in your voice

he says he tutors as a way of revising his own knowledge, but you can hardly imagine he’d need anymore help to bolster an already perfect grade average

but despite his ability to teach and your efforts to learn, you always manage to lose focus from the moment he’s next to you

"okay last one - which persian king was defeated by greek forces at the battle of marathon?”

“ummmm that's....”

“d-d.....” seungmin suggests

“......darius?”

“correct, nicely done” he places the question cards on the desk and mimes a soft round of applause, wary of his roommate whose snoring echoes through the thin dormitory walls

“i dont think it counts if you’re giving hints” you chuckle weakly

“im sure you would’ve gotten it anyway" he smiles with eyes akin to little stars and swirling hot cocoa

you did know the answer deep down; hidden somewhere under the layer of dizzying fog that seemed to fester every time your eyes met his

you could hide it a little more easily in your sessions at the library

disguising an all-encompassing attraction as nervousness about upcoming exams

silencing heart palpitations with the reality that he’s just doing you a small kindness, as he would for any other struggling classmate

but a sudden change of scenery from the bustling public college library to the narrow confines of a dorm room was surely enough to break you

“i stopped by the cornerstone earlier and got us some drinks” seungmin hums, slipping a can of grape soda into your hands

“this is my favourite brand” you smile happily down at the drink

“yeah i thought it might be, i've seen you bring it to class a couple times”

you’re surprised that he’d noticed

especially since you’d only ever seen him already engrossed in his notes by the time you arrived to your shared lectures and settled at your desk behind him

he’d always seemed like he was in his own peaceful bubble despite being sandwiched between changbin and jisung’s desks, infamously the two loudest juniors on campus

the sight of him getting caught in the crossfire of their quarrels and naturally assuming the mediator role quickly became your favourite part of professor brungs’ ancient greek history lectures

you could easily assume he’d be the cold, lone-wolf genius type if it weren’t for those subtle bursts of playfulness

he looks even more innocent out of his typical sweater and jeans combination, dressed comfortably in a white tee and checkered navy pyjama pants

“to acing our finals” he grins, extending his can towards yours

“to passing my finals” you correct him, earning a laugh as he jokingly shook his head

“cheers”

“cheers”

clink

circular frames slightly magnify the way his eyes widen when the soda starts to froth and overflow from the cans

the liquid spills onto your shirt - as if you didn’t need another reason to be blushing

“oh sh- give me one sec” seungmin scrambles into the bathroom and returns offering two handfuls of scrunched tissue paper

“thanks, sorry for making a mess”

“its okay, might’ve been my fault for shaking your can before giving it to you...” he smirks playfully, trying to get a reaction

you glare at him before landing a soft punch to his shoulder, “tch- quit messing with me”

even in your most frazzled moments, he knew how to make you laugh

“change into this” he holds out a bright yellow hoodie, “bathroom’s down the hall on your left”

“no its-”

“you’ll catch a cold in wet clothes" he drops the hoodie into your hands, “what kind of tutor gets their students sick on the night before an exam?”

and that’s how you end up in kim seungmin’s dorm room wearing kim seungmin’s favourite hoodie

the faint scent of espresso and seungmin’s cologne lingers on the fabric as you tiptoe back towards his room against creaking wooden floorboards

seungmin’s nose is scrunched up in a silent yawn as he wraps a blanket around his shoulders like a cape

he’s sitting against the headboard with his legs crossed and his head falling and rising in a tired trance

you hover around the doorframe, hesitant to disturb the adorable moment

“i- i better head off, its pretty late”

he snaps upright and adjusts his crooked glasses

for a second his lips curl into a smile seeing the oversized hoodie sleeves hang loosely from your sides, but he shakes it away

“yeah i guess it’d be weird for you to stay here, huh?” he scratches the back of his neck with a light chuckle

“just a little” you assume the question is a joke until you see his shoulders fall a little

was he- no. don't be daft, of course he’s just kidding

he walks you out to the front of the building

“you’re sure you’re okay getting home from here?”

“yeah my dorm’s just a few blocks down”

silence hangs in the air for a few seconds as you grip your notebook closer to your chest, feeling your heartbeat in your throat

“um- i’ll give you back your hoodie after the exam”

“keep it. think of it as a congratulatory gift for when you pass with flying colours”

you’re overflowing with gratitude but struggle to find the words to express it, settling with a simple but sincere “thank you, min”

“you’ve got this” his open palm calls for a high five

as your hands meet his fingers curl gently to intertwine with yours

and he just holds your hand there, blinking softly as he waits for you to pull away

but you don’t

he untangles his fingers from yours to trace them up the length of your sleeve and bring your head to his shoulder, each move slow and delicate like a first waltz

and he just holds you in a warm embrace, waiting for you to pull away

but you don’t

instead you inch closer into the hug and slide your arms around his waist, feeling your heartbeat settle into a tranquil rhythm

“i might... have a crush on you” you whisper against his neck

“might?” he teases

“i definitely have a crush on you” you inch back from the hug to watch him cautiously, waiting for a response, “do you.... feel the same?”

“of course i do,” he presses his forehead to yours, “maybe i should tutor you on taking hints”

your laughs harmonise and echo across the empty street as he gently sways with you from side-to-side

he tugs your arm towards the dorm, “let’s go back inside, it’s cold”

“what, so now you’re kidnapping me?”

“well.... i can’t just let you run off with my favourite hoodie”

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