Request: Hello! You’re writing wonderful scenarios ! <3 Anyway,can I request a Luhan scenario,when you’re teaching him english,but ends up almost crying because he can’t remember any word ? oh,and happy,fluff end of course~~ Thank youu,chingu ^.^

(A/N: I found this idea so so cute, since i’ve been an English tutor myself before and even teaching it is hard, yo. And thank you so much! I’m going to do a continuation of this for the fluff, since I didn’t really feel like it fitted here, so look out for it!)

You watched as Luhan scribbled across his notebook, one hand holding his pencil firmly whilst the other was currently knotted into his hair. To say he looked stressed out was an under statement.

Learning a second language was difficult, you knew that better than anyone, having had to learn Korean from scratch when moving here. English wasn’t the most difficult to learn, but it was still pretty challenging for someone learning it in a country where most others didn’t speak it. 

You wasn’t sure why Luhan wanted to learn English, let alone asking you to teach him and not Kris, but you agreed to help him anyway. 

Afterall, spending time with the doe eyed boy was more than payment enough. Even if you were spending your Saturday evening at his dorm to do so.

“How are you doing?” you questioned in English, peering over his shoulder at his work. You had been teaching him the little things first, like common phrases, conversational words, simple things like that. 

You knew he wouldn’t learn English overnight, it usually took people years to get a handle on the language, however Luhan wasn’t so patient. 

“It’s too difficult” he groaned through his teeth, knotting his fingers in his hair tighter. You were sure if he pulled any harder his hair would fall out. You didn’t want that. 

You patted his shoulder reassuringly, hoping to calm him down. If you could imprint the language in his head for him, you would. Anything to stop him being so stressed over it. Though you couldn’t, it was impossible.

People weren’t like computers that had little slots in them where you could put memory disks in and boop, the information was uploaded. 

Though, it’d be pretty cool if you could. 

“Lets practice then” you suggested, moving your hand from his shoulder to his hand in his hair, removing it out of his mass of hair he had been knotting it in. You didn’t want him to go bald from you tutoring him, that wouldn’t make you a very good teacher. 

You slid the English language book you had given him when you first started teaching him towards him across his desk. He only eyed it like some foreign object. Though technically it was. 

“So, what is your name?” you questioned in English first, hoping to get him started. You folded your hands in your lap, waiting for his response.

“You already know that” he responded in Korean, eying you like he had done with the book. You restrained the urge to flick him on the forehead,  your hand practically twitching in your lap wanting to do so. 

Ash, this boy knew how to test your patience.

“In English, Luhan” you scolded, hearing a chuckle from the blonde haired boy. “You’ll never learn English if you dont practice” you added. 

Which was true, he wouldn’t. Writing and reading in English was all good and well, but practice makes perfect afterall. Right?

“So, what is your name?” you repeated, again in English. 

“Lu Han” he spoke, you were about to scold him for not even trying before he continued, “my name is Lu Han” he added, in almost decent English too. 

At least you were getting somewhere. 

The pair of you continued to practise his English verbal skills, you asking him things such as his age, birthday and where he was from, progressing onto things such as his favourite sport, favourite food and favourite day of the week . 

He had flickered through the language book a few times since you had started, looking up a few words here and there. His pronunciation of some words needed work, but all in all, he wasn’t that bad. 

He still needed more practice, sure, alot more. Though he was making progress. Progress was what mattered the most.

“Great. So, what things do you like to do?” you questioned in English, watching as Luhan processed your words. You couldn’t help but admit he looked even cuter than usual when he had a look of intense concentration on his face. It was as if you could see the cogs turning in his mind as he decoded your words.

“Rubik’s cube” he responded after a few seconds, obviously in thought, then giving a nod with his answer. Utterly cute.

“What else?” you asked, again in English, watching as the expression of thought returned to his face. You noticed the side of his cheek sink, from chewing it from the inside you presumed. You had the same habit sometimes, especially when you were thinking. 

“Umm” he made a noise, before flickering through the language book once again, his eyes scanning across the text on the pages. You waited silently as he flickered through the pages, stopping every so often before continuing on. 

“Oh.. sin..ging” he finally spoke, after stopping on one page. His pronunciation was a little off, but you gave a reassuring smile none the less. 

“Singing? What else?” you questioned, pushing him for a third answer. You were pushing boundaries, you knew that, Luhan having trouble enough for a second answer. 

His face practically fell at your words, his expression turning somber. You were sure you saw perspiration gather on his brow as he furrowed them together- 

“THATS IT. I give up! It’s too hard, i’m finished” he snapped, switching back to Korean, making you jump in your seat. Slamming the book shut, he threw it across his desk. You watched the book slid over the table top and land on the floor with a thump. You were about to scold him when your eyes flickered back to his face.

Luhan’s hands were balled into fists, pressed firmly against each of his eyes. The heavy rising and falling of his chest was the only noise he made.  

Wait, was he crying? 

It was your turn to bite the inside of your cheek, looking at the blonde male as he was still in his seat. Maybe you had pushed him too far? He was still a beginner after all. You reached up, trying to peel a fist away from his eyes. 

“Luhan, look at me” you spoke in a low voice, wrapping your fingers around one of his wrists, trying to pry it away from his face. It didn’t budge. The doe eyed boy was certainly stronger than he appeared. “I didn’t mean to make you cry” you added, giving a smile although he wasn’t looking. 

“I’m not crying!” he retorted back, though the wobble in his voice said otherwise. He was clearly upset and suddenly you couldn’t help but feel bad. Guilty even, for making him be so. 

“Alright, no more practice for today” you stood from your seat, brushing down the fabric of your clothes, before going to the spot where the book had landed. It sat on the floor, binder open, with its pages open. It had a single crease in the front cover, but it’d live to see another day. 

You sat it down on his desk next to Luhan, whom remained in his previous position. His rising and falling of his chested had slowed, though he still remained quiet. 

You watched him from your standing position for a second, your eyes lingering across the blonde boys figure before collecting up your things. 

“Remember to work on your grammar and I’ll see you next week” you announced, pulling the door to his shared room open and stepping through it. You gave a final smile aimed to the back of his head before you left, the door closing after you.

“Wait. Dont go yet-” he called, his fists falling from his face, his eyes searching for your now missing figure from his room.

Seconds too late. You were already gone.