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After a flustered Hoseok ran out of the apartment, Yoongi, still staring daggers at the door, was interrupted by Mirae's question.
"Did you see Taehyung leave?"
Yoongi nodded.
"Oh."
"Did you look for a tutor for calculus?" Yoongi asked, gulping down a mouthful of cereal.
"Don't worry, I'll pass."
"Literally how?" Yoongi retorted.
"I have my ways," Mirae answered.
"You gonna sleep with the professor or something?" Yoongi teased, smiling.
"I just might." Mirae smiled wider and left the table, while Yoongi shrugged and continued eating.
Mirae changed into a tube top and miniskirt, pulling her hair into a sleek ponytail. She made sure her eyeliner was sharp and her lips were stained pink. Adjusting her top to show more cleavage, she left the house.
Her confidence faltered as soon as she saw Taehyung and YooA sitting very close together, giggling about who-knows-what. Taehyung waved at her, and so did YooA—but with much more enthusiasm, her other hand still resting on Taehyung's thigh. Grimacing, Mirae quickened her pace, her expression sour.
Students were leaving the calculus lecture hall as Mirae walked up to the podium, where the professor was gathering his things.
"Professor, um, can I have a word?" Mirae asked.
"Go ahead," replied Professor Junghoon, a well-dressed man in his 40s. He looked better than most men his age, with thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
"Sir, could we chat in your office? It might take a while," Mirae continued, pouting slightly now.
"Oh, sure. Come along."
In his office, Mirae sat down, pulling the hem of her skirt a little higher than before.
"Yes, Ms. Min?" Professor Junghoon asked.
"Sir, it's just that I try so hard in your class. I love taking it, but somehow, my grades are so low. What should I do, Professor?" She pouted again, leaning forward on the desk.
"I'd suggest hiring a tutor," Professor Junghoon replied, looking up and doing a double take at the view of Mirae's cleavage, which was almost fully on display.
Mirae smirked. "But sir, isn't there another way?"
"W-what are you...?" he trailed off as Mirae straddled his lap, tracing his lips with her nail.
"Isn't this easier and much better?" Mirae whispered in his ear, starting to grind slowly.
Junghoon jerked, snapping out of his stupor. "Wait!" He rushed to the door and locked it. When he turned around, he saw Mirae's bare chest as she sat on the desk, smiling.
Mirae panted, her face pressed against the desk, as Junghoon pulled out, spilling onto the carpet and her thighs.
She stood up, pulling her top back into place.
Struggling to pull his underwear up, Junghoon spoke, "Next Tuesday, after class, come see me in my office, Mirae-yah. And don't worry about failing this class anymore."