"All I'm saying is, you could've easily said, 'Hi, I'm Kim Seokjin, your Physics tutor.' You didn't have to let him know you're a professional stalker."
Seokjin rolls his eyes and grumbles. "I just did my research, okay," he argues, "nothing wrong about that," and stops even before Yoongi can ask him to elaborate. It's not as if he has to explain. He just... decided to look up the guy who'd emailed him in nice, formal Korean, asking for help on Physics and saying he needed a 'savior'. It wasn't everyday that he came across people who knew how to write proper emails and not just rabidly hit the 'enter' button at the end of incomplete thoughts. Turns out, said guy was cute. And years younger than him. And incredibly charming with the way he followed Seokjin's every movement with his eyes during their first tutoring session. So what if Seokjin scoured search engines for information and pictures of this kid? He did it for science and education, not the fucking butterflies that kept messing up with his stomach when the kid – "Jeon Jeongguk," the boy had said in clear, crisp voice, eyes bright and shining, then extended his hand a shy handshake – looked over his shoulder just a few minutes ago to bid him goodbye. Big deal.