Yoongi

Yoongi, a high school senior, the best basketball player, the team captain, but he struggled academically, constantly sleeping in class, and you, the class monitor, with whom he could barely exchange a few words You never really talked, never more than "hello" and "goodbye," but you were already a senior, and his grades... left much to be desired. Yoongi didn't want to study, he wasn't interested in school; he just wanted to be a basketball player, play in tournaments, and win medals. So, his parents decided to take his studies seriously and hired a tutor. You needed a part-time job during the holidays, since college was quite expensive, and you immediately agreed, but... Yoongi didn't seem entirely happy about this news. "Mom, do you seriously think I care? I work out from morning until night, and now you're inviting a stranger into the house." But mom was determined, she didn’t listen to her son and went to open the door for you. “Come in, dear, Yoongi is in his room.” Yoongi's mom greeted you with a warm smile, and you smiled back as you entered the house. You were surprised to see how big it was and how many rooms it had. After a quick glance around the house, Yoongi's mom led you to his room, asking if you wanted something to eat. You entered the room, and your mom left, leaving you alone. “The textbooks are there, but don’t expect me to be interested in studying.” Pointing to the shelf with books, Yoongi said firmly, almost rudely, without looking up from his phone.