do you guys find the poetry form difficult to read?

also, stan me for accidentally putting the angst warning too early, that's not coming for a WHILE lmao.
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warning: frisky business.

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"i like him, ggukie,"

jeongguk's mother
hummed from across
the dinner table. it was
a typical wednesday night,
jeongguk shattered from
from a busy day at school
and more than ready for bed;
the boy silently digging into his
piping hot mac'n cheese as
his mother fed him with
updates about her late night
hospital shifts. jeongguk was
a very good listener, he didn't
interrupt, never intervened,
just sat, complacently listening.
he adored his mother with his
whole heart, she was so close
to him, everything he'd ever really
loved.

"he's sweet."

mr kim was certainly more
than 'sweet' but jeongguk wasn't
going into those absurd thoughts
right now.
his mind was cast elsewhere,
not where his hazy gaze lay, fixated
to the vibrant array of mushy
florescent colours of the vegetables
that remained untouched on
his plate.

his mind was on taehyung.

that's all it ever seemed
to be on lately. stuck with the
same thoughts and same small
moments he shared with him,
spinning in his head like a
constant cycle that he never
grew tired of, a permanent
storm brewing in the pit of his
chest and a crimson blush that
dusted his rose cheeks, things
weren't okay. he knew
he had to stop  at some point
but every day
he found everything getting
worse and worse.

"he's very optimistic,
isn't he. i always admire
that in a teacher.." a
smile that mirrored
jeongguk's own blossomed
on his mum's face.

"don't you miss mrs
light?" she laughed,
her eyes lighting up
with curiosity.

"no mum and i
don't think i ever will."
jeongguk huffed, shoving
some pasta in his mouth.
"she was such a bore."

"mr kim must be quite
the opposite.. you haven't
complained about your portfolio
in a while, love." she raised a
neatly groomed brow at her son,
yes, it was kind of true, he'd
been so preoccupied with
mr kim on his mind that
he'd completely dismissed the
fact that he had work to do,
and a lot of it at that. it
didn't matter how much he
talked to mr kim; if this kept
going on, jeongguk wouldn't
be able to complete his portfolio
in time and everything would
spiral downhill from there on.

he had to do something
worthwhile.. but how? everything
he looked at reminded jeongguk
of his deep abyssal laugh,
of the twinkle in
his eyes, of his taunting
smirk and half moon smile that
danced on his features.
jeongguk stabbed another piece
of pasta in frustration.

"i'm a bit behind mum," he
sighed. his mother simply
chuckled.

"preoccupied thoughts, huh,
ggukie?" a knowing grin was
etched on her face.

"must say he's quite the stunner,
i can see why you like him."

what-

"mum! i do not like him, i
swear," jeongguk choked,
a furious blush spreading
across his cheeks. was it that
obvious? that his own mother
caught on? damn, he was in trouble.

"gguk, there's nothing wrong
with a harmless crush-"

"i don't like him,"

"i had a crush on my english
teacher when i was younger-"

"i don't like him mum." jeongguk
closed his eyes, trying his
level best to try to comprehend the
situation. his mother knew
everything about him even
if he didn't tell, her.
she was really good at
reading people, she always
told jeongguk how much
she saw his emotions
even when he didn't
say a single word. perhaps
that's where jeongguk
got it from. perhaps that's
why he was always so
self aware.

"why not? he's awfully charming,
i admire his enthusiasm
for his subject and i'm sure
you do to-"

"mum," he emphasized.
oh he definitely had to
steer her away from this
topic, it was just plain
embarrassing. "i don't like
him like that!"

"okay, okay i'm sorry
ggukie," she shook her
head in laughter, the sound
happy and joyous spilling
from her lips. "i won't
talk about it again." she
pursed her mouth together,
suppressing a small smile.

"what did taehyung talk
to you about?"

"oh, nothing much, you
don't really care for him
so i'm sure you wouldn't care
about this, lovely..." she trailed
off teasingly. jeongguk wanted
to let out a feeble cry of defeat.

"mum please-"

"maybe if you accept the
fact that you're crushing on
him then-"

"goodnight!" jeongguk picked
up his plate from the table and
stomped to the kitchen to
put it in the sink before
sprinting upstairs to his bedroom.

without a further thought,
he collapsed like a corpse
onto his bed, face first.

this just got a whole
new level of awkward.

well, jeongguk couldn't
exactly ask for anything
more.. he was greatful
for his supportive
mother, she'd been there
for him through thick and
thin, he hadn't hesitated
in the slightest when he had
decided to come out to her,
he knew for sure of how
accepting and happy she
would be for him.
that's all she ever wanted
really; jeongguk's happiness.
his mum wasn't just his mother,
she was also his best friend.

it was a bit sad, but it was true.

he'd never really hidden anything
from her, he didn't feel the need to
because he knew that he wouldn't
judge, but he had hid this because
of how peculiar it was. sure,
a harmless crush on a teacher
didn't mean anything and that's
probably all she thought of
it, that things wouldn't
progress, that they'd just stay
as they were.

what she didn't know..
was that things sort of..
had progressed.

taehyung had given him
his phone number.

of course, the teen
forced himself to think
little of it, there would
be no use in trying to
conjure up some other
evident excuse when
taehyung had already made
his reasoning crystal clear.
it wasn't because he wanted
to talk to jeongguk,
no matter how much
jeongguk wished that
was that. he'd phone him
because he needed to
discuss the details about
arts and crafts club for the
following weeks to come.
boring.

so, the teen sat with his
head braced in his palms,
staring down at his phone
with intense concentration.

it was already one minute
past eight thirty in the evening.
taehyung should have called
by now.

why hadn't he?

of course, he was
probably having second
thoughts about the
whole ordeal.
phoning a student?
how awful.

it wasn't like
jeongguk was at the
top of his priority list,
in fact, he was probably
right at the very very
bottom, mr kim was
most likely caught up
with business that
was more important to him
than he ever would be,
you know, grown up adult
stuff.

though, last time
he checked, taehyung didn't
seem to care about that
stuff.

he'd probably have
forgotten about him,
the most likely reason.
though jeongguk
really didn't want to
think like that-

the phone rang.

jeongguk lunged
for it, taking it with
his small hand and
fumbling for the
accept button,
a second later,
his neck hit the
pillows and the phone
was shoved against
his cheek, breath
on the verge of being
knocked from him and
most probably
would be the second
taehyung would speak..

"jeongguk?"

oh fuck, yep, yes, he
was so gone.

the boy didn't know
how his teacher's voice
could sound even deeper
and huskier than it ever had
before but it did. the line
made it fuzzy around the
edges, fazed yet clear.
jeongguk wanted to moan
at the way his name spilled
off his lips, with such
warmth, he could picture
his lips, thick and plump
down the other end of the
phone.

"yeah," he breathed.

"sorry i'm late, i had to
take care of a few things."
there was some rustling
down the end of the line.

"oh- uh, it's okay mr kim."
the teen managed, shifting
in his position as his absent gaze
flickered over his ceiling.

"do you have a notebook
handy, we need to jot
down some stuff," it
sounded like mr kim was doing
something busy, jeongguk
wondered what.

the teen hastily
scrambled for a notebook
from his desk beside him,
lunging for a pen before
catapulting back onto the
bed. he tired hard to keep
his breath steady, he really
did.

"yep, got one." he gasped,
cursing at himself.

"okay," jeongguk
hung on to every word
he said, it took his mind
a while to process the
fact that he was actually
speaking to him on the
phone. mr kim was actually
taking time out of his
day to speak to him,
it was unbelievable.
"so, we can't really buy
everything we need
for this week since
it's such short notice,
but i'm pretty sure
they won't mind if we
do some simple origami,
right? unless you have
any better ideas?" he'd
never get tired of listening
to him. his voice was utter
perfection, a drug,
jeongguk was intoxicated
beyond repair.

please, just keep talking.

"sounds like a plan,
i know some stuff i can
print." jeongguk replied,
tracing a finger across his
shirt collar. "um, i
thought of some stuff for
the weeks to come aswell..."

"oh? and what's that then?"

"well, they could paint
their own t-shirts, if we tell
them to bring them in, we could
save a bit of money and
i have plenty of fabric paints
if need be, the school's are
awful-"

"you don't need to give anything,
jeongguk, you're a big help as
it is."

"oh- i- um, okay." he stuttered.
fuck, why was he always
stuttering? he was so pathetic,
he couldn't get through a
proper sentence without
messing up his words somehow,
it was so embarrassing.
jeongguk turned on his side,
grabbing the pen and writing
down the title on a blank page of the
notebook.

"and then i thought
that they could make their
own mini vases out of clay
and then make decorate easter
eggs before the term ends then
after that they could make small
bookmarks with the indented
tinfoil thingy but i can't remember
what it's called, all i know is
that it's too thick to be
normal tinfoil and then after
that they can make daisy chains
and attack them to a card and we
can give them to the local hospital,
i know a lady in the children's ward,
she'll hand them out as get-well-soon
cards, i don't know i just thought
it was a good idea-"

"you're adorable."

jeongguk's heart stopped.

he just- he what? what-

"your ideas," mr kim chuckled
down the line, oh it was a dark
and dangerous sound. made
jeongguk's throat parched
with thirst. "they're cute."

a blush spread like wildfire
across his pale cheeks.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

he didn't reply.

he only focused on his voice,
his voice, his voice, his voice,
god, it would be the death of
him. the things taehyung would
say, the things he'd tell him
were so.. suggestive. or maybe
it was just jeongguk's head
messing with him, making him
believe what he wanted to.
yeah, it was probably that,
he needed to stop being affected
by every tiny conversation
they exchanged.

"kid."

"yes mr kim?" he gulped.

"you're brilliant,"
it sounded like a whisper,
soft, hesitant. jeongguk
wished he could see his face
so, so badly. "you know
that, don't you..."

the smaller boy let out a
gentle exhale as the
words sank in, as their
meaning became clear,
as the power of taehyung's
voice made his skin shiver.

jesus.

jeongguk couldn't speak,
he just focused on his breath,
on the ragged, unevenness
of it all, at the thoughts
in his hazy mind, at the
sound and tone of taehyung
and how he talked to him and
how he made him feel and how
no matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't deny that he
craved him, he craved his
attention he craved everything.
all of it.

"sweetheart." the older
breathed. jeongguk blushed
even harder, he's cheeks
burning like fire. something
tightened in the pit of his
stomach at the name.
"have you eaten yet."

jeongguk bit his lip and
hummed, fingers wandering
down to rest on his stomach.

"mhm."

"what were you doing before i called
you?"

the teen slipped a hand under
his shirt.

"i was waiting on my
bed for you..." he licked
his lips and waited for taehyung's
reply, not really understanding
why the man was so silent,
not really realising how fucking
suggestive that sounded.

"...for you to call me." he
quickly added, mentally
cursing at himself, yet again.

taehyung still didn't reply.

"m-mr kim?" jeongguk
asked, oh fuck, what had he
done?

"yes, sweet?"

"what are you doing?"

"i'm painting."

"what are you painting?"

there was a moment
of hesitancy in the
older's voice but jeongguk
didn't think too much of it,
he was as just to busy
trying not to feel things.
failed.

"i dug up some of
my old uni landscapes,"
he could hear the simple
smile in his voice.
"and I'm trying to
replicate them."

jeongguk imagined
it, it'd be so hot. taehyung
just sat with concentration,
pouring his love into his work.
it only turned the boy on even
more.

"i'd love to see your
art one day." the boy's
tongue flicked across
his lower lip, his hand
wandering up towards
this chest.

"and i'd love to
show you, darling."
he'd be the death of
him, oh lord.

darling, darling, darling.

why did he have to
say that? why did he
have to say it in such a
way that made jeongguk
feel like he was special,
that he actually meant
something to him.
why did it make his heart
soar, why did it make
his cheeks redden, his
skin damp with sweat,
his pants tighten around
his lower region. shit.

"how's your studies
coming along?" his voice
was like the sea, calm,
deep, yet something
hidden, lurking beneath
it all.

what
was with all of the questions,
the sudden need to ask them?
jeongguk certainly wasn't
complaining, he loved it.
he loved the way taehyung
paid attention to him,
the way he listened. the way
that they listened to eachother.

"okay." the younger managed.
his thoughts spun in his mind,
he was a million miles away,
all he could see was flashes
of taehyung's perfect features,
his deep, flickering eyes, that
never-ending, penetrative stare,
that had his knees weak, his
breath short, his heart hammering.
and his lips, soft and wet, shifted
into that taunting smirk of his-
lord he had to stop.

"you're not overworking yourself
are you?" he cared for him- that
had to show something, jeongguk
refused to think otherwise.

"no, mr kim." the boy gulped,
hand wandering down, down,
down, to his navel.

this was so wrong, he shouldn't
be thinking of his teacher like
that. he shouldn't, he-

"good boy."

jeongguk bit back
on a moan.

he tried to breath evenly but
he couldn't every inch of
his skin tingled at the praise,
his face red, neck arched back
as he tried to shut the thoughts
down, he failed miserably. his
body was so hot, he had to take
off his shirt, he had to do something
or he'd over heat from the huskiness,
the rawness, the depth of taehyung's
dominant aura.

without hesitation, jeongguk
slipped his hands beneath the
waist band of his underwear.

he was so hard.

"you're so good for me."
the older male spoke, his
voice dipping yet an octave
lower. there was something
different now, something
shifting in his tone. something
that jeongguk didn't quite
recognise. he adored it.

he tried to stay as silent
as he could as his hand
moved over this cock. the
tip was already oozing with
hot precum, leaking onto
the fabric of his boxers.
ever so gently, he inhaled and
wrapped his hand around it,
put his thumb on his tip and
slowly moved it around
in soft circular motions.

"always putting your
work before yourself, always
handing it in on time, that too
to the highest standards. always
wanting to do more for me,"
taehyung chuckled darkly.

the teen bit down on his
lip. hard. couldn't he see how much
of a mess he was? what his words
did to him? how easily he was
undone and over the edge by them,
no matter how many times he
heard them, his reaction was the same.

"so, so good for me ggukie."
his voice was nothing but
a whisper, barely audible.

jeongguk a silent whimper
tumbled from jeongguk's chaste lips.

it escaped before he could stop it.

he squeezed his cock in his
small hand, breath ragged and
uneven, words clogged in his
throat.

his face was on fire from
taehyung's praise, mouth parted
as his lashes fluttered shut, taking
it all in. every breath he breathed
was far away, his thoughts
were solely on taehyung.

taehyung. taehyung. taehyung.

"my good boy."

christ.

jeongguk's eyes flung open as he
scrambled to sit up. choking on
a moan that threatened to spill
from his thin red lips, jeongguk
furiously clicked the end call
button before he did something
majorly embarrassing.

once he was sure that
it was over he chucked his
phone at the other end of
his bed and ran both of his
hands through his hair, his
cheeks burning as an inferno,
heart thumping against his
ribcage.

his gaze wandered to the
mirror on the wall where
he took in his own reflection.

fuck, he looked so ruined.

face flushed, skin dripping
with a his sheen of sweat,
chest heaving with his
uneven breaths, lips wet
and glossy and bruised,
bitten, hair deep, disheveled,
his eyes showing
nothing but pure arousal,
lined with silver, sexual
frustration glistening in his
bleak iris, he was drunk
on forbidden ecstacy.
he was over the edge, he
was gone.
lord.

jeongguk took his
clothes off, he ripped his
shirt off his head, the cool
air brushing his cute dusty
brown nipples, his trousers
were next, a little bit of a
struggle taking them off
his thick thighs but he
managed, discarding them
on the floor somewhere  till
he was left with nothing but
his boxers.

they came off too, his
hardened cock springing
up against his tummy.
it was angry red, blood
rushing through jeongguk's
head as he pumped it once,
twice a third time before he
let out a soft, delicate moan.

grabbing a pillow with
haste, the boy swung a
leg over it and straddled it,
seating himself down
so he felt every inch of
the fabric meet his length.

he rolled his hips forward
ever so gently, throwing his
head back at the friction
it brought, the pleasure that
shot down his spine. moans
left his mouth as he rolled
them forwards again. he repeated
the action, each time harder,
faster, more lust driven.

he thought of taehyung
and taehyung's voice and
his laugh and his gaze and his
thick lips and how badly he
wanted him to lick his neck
as he gasped and humped
the pillow, small hands
clenching into fists as
he gripped the fabric.

taehyung, taehyung,
taehyung. he needed him,
he wanted him so badly.

the words he'd tell him,
the gazes he'd give him
were all his. his own.
lord, he was so close.

jeongguk threw his
head back and whimpered
as he rocked his hips harder
and harder, cock twitching
from sensitivity.

'my good boy.'

the possession, the
tone, the aggression behind
his words undid him, the teen
spilled his seed across the pillow,
hunching over as he desperately
tried to regain his breath.

tears spilled from his eyes and
onto the soaked white cloth
of his bedsheets.

what on earth was he doing?

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