"Hi, I'm Mark."

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A/N: This Mark is not based on any K-Pop idol, if you look closely at my writing it's very obvious he is not even Korean. I named this character Mark as an inside joke, because in my hometown it was a super popular name (I knew like 20 Marks). It's my equivalent of naming a character "Bob Smith". That's it. There are no other K-Pop idols besides BTS referenced in this book.

Yoongi's POV

She watched warily when Yoongi opened the door for her new tutor. He was in his mid-20s, so their age, and spoke both Korean and English well.

"Hi, I'm Mark." He said, holding his hand out to shake hers. She did so hesitatingly, looking over at Yoongi for an explanation.

"Please tell her you're her new tutor. I personally selected you." Mark gave him a weird look but translated. Her tension lifted instantly. Yoongi dug around in her stuff to find the course he'd bought, handed it to Mark, and went to the other side of the room to start making some phone calls. He could tell she and Mark had hit it off when he looked back a couple minutes later and she was smiling.

His manager had found a potential place. It was three bedrooms with both a living room, family room, and an office space. It also had a balcony, very spacious. Yoongi looked at the pictures he'd sent and asked him to just buy it and expedite it as quickly as possible. At this point he'd live in a hobbit hole as long as he controlled who came in and out. It would still be several days though. What could he do with her? He was wary of leaving her by herself. His uncle could meddle while he was at the band's apartment, getting full control over her and therefore him again. Speaking of which, he should probably find a way to add her to his credit card so she could buy the things she'd need the next time he had to leave Seoul.

When the lesson was done, he arranged with Mark for daily lessons. Namjoon called to see where he was since they had dance practice today. Yoongi had been too caught up to call him and then too tired and focused on the apartment, but he explained the situation now. Namjoon said he'd see if he could visit that night after practice. And that was it. Now they were both stuck in a hotel room until he could get a place. She pulled out a book and he fidgeted nervously until he realized he could still practice dancing here, it just wouldn't be professional facilities.

At first she ignored him but after a bit she was obvious she was watching.

"Hey." She clapped t oget his attention and motioned for him to take his earbuds out.

"I want to listen too." He disconnected his earbuds and turned the music up.

And that's how they spent the day. She watched, he danced. Back on their literal and figurative sides of the bed.

Y/N's POV

It had been scary. She didn't know enough Korean to understand what was being said and Yoongi had seemed very angry with the tutor. Even if the tutor had deserved it she hadn't known what to do. Was he the type to go off yelling and throwing things?

She still hadn't understood when they got to the hotel but she could tell he was on her side and the tutor probably wouldn't be in her life anymore. And she was very grateful to him for that.

And concerned. No, she didn't like being forced to marry him. But that didn't mean she couldn't care for someone who was trying to watch out for her, right? She was the kind of person who walked through life finding people to mother and when he'd crashed after all that adrenaline she knew exactly what to do. She doubted big-time superstars did this with regularity so his system wouldn't have been prepared for the intensity.

What was going to happen now though? Why were they still in the hotel room? What was his uncle going to do? These thoughts gnawed away at her, preventing her from focusing on her book.

She'd rather watch the excellent, slightly shaky, dancer in front of her.


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