;;

the week
seemed to pass
by in a blur,
if jeongguk were
to paint it,
it would have been
a tumultuous mess
of shocking colours,
dangerously blended
with rough edges
and soft water.
the paint would
have dripped
off his canvas, would
have fallen into
oblivion, into
a deep, never
ending abyss such like
the depths of
jeongguk's raging
teenage
heart.

jeongguk wished
to do the same.

because
everywhere he
seemed to
walk, everywhere
went, everywhere
he didn't go...

taehyung was
there.

at first,
he had thought
it was merely
coincidental;
it had to be.
the teachers often left their
end of the school,
especially at lunch
times, and after
lessons and between
changeovers,
but eventually,
he began seeing
taehyung around
every corner, around
every bend, every turn,
down every corridor.

not that he was
complaining of course;
it was a fucking
blessing to see
his godly face every
so often- it was just
a little bit...

odd.

anyway,
in the matter
of a few hours,
taehyung
had become the
talk of the school,
everyone seemed
to be excited to get a
glimpse of the hot, new
art teacher after the
rapid disposal of mrs
light.

(jeongguk wouldn't
exactly
be lying if he said that
nobody liked her.)

but he
was getting rather fed up
of hearing
taehyung's name
pop up out of
nowhere.

like, literally nowhere;
when he was
in the lunch queues or
in the middle
of literature
when the teacher walked
out of the door for like...
two seconds or in the
toilet
(which park jimin dragged
him to, despite his
protests and stupid
excuses of 'i'm a
germaphobe, leave me
the fuck alone,
park jimin.') when
he'd have to listen
to park jimin's irrelevant
pubescent fantasies
about kim taehyung
and his silver hair and
how park jimin
had had wet dreams
of kim taehyung
all week and
god, he had no idea that
park jimin was gay until a
week ago, then again;
neither did park jimin
apparently, not until
his angelic appearance.

and jeongguk thought
he might have a panic attack
because he had never related
to park jimin, so much in his
life and he most certainly
didn't want to relate to him
but he guessed that he had to
because jeongguk was
in the same fucking boat.

every day. every. fucking.
day.

for the past week...

jeongguk had woken up
with an erection.

that hadn't happened
since the day he had discovered
porn when he was eleven
years old and he hadn't
had a good nights sleep
for a whole month.

god, he felt disgusting
thinking about his
teacher in that way
but no matter how
hard he tried to shut down
his thoughts,
nothing seemed to
stop him when he started
thrusting and rolling his
hips against his pillow,
nothing seemed to stop
him when he let the
whimpers tumble from his
mouth at the fucking friction
between his length
and the bedsheets.

nothing seemed to
stop him when he
pulled his shorts down
to his ankles and palmed
himself till he shuddered
and and came so hard
he had to bite his cheek
to stop himself from letting
out a feeble cry.

he hadn't told park
jimin that, of course.

before he knew it,
it was monday
morning and
jeongguk was
walking into his
next lesson,
as early as ever
and not so much
to his surprise...

taehyung was sprawled
across his desk,
feet propped up
against the wooden
table in all his
glorious disrespect.

disrespect. taehyung
was disrespectful.

the small boy
decided not to meet
his teachers eyes; instead
chosing to
hurriedly skip
towards the back of the
class, diving into
his seat before the
pair could delve into
an uncomfortable
confrontation.

that was the last
thing that jeongguk
wanted, right now.

turns out that
he was the unluckiest
guy in the whole world,
because no sooner had
he taken out his things
from his backpack, taehyung's
shadow loomed over his desk.

it seemed to permanently
be there these days.

"m-mr ki-kim?" the teen
cursed at himself for
stuttering.

"jeongguk." taehyung breathed,
and jeongguk was sure
that he could have melted
on the spot.

"can i help you?" what was
his obsession with him?
couldn't he just leave him
in peace (despite how much
he didn't actually want
him to do so.)

taehyung hummed.

"no." the man mused,
looking down at
jeongguk's table with
observant eyes.

okay? then why was
he still here?

"are you sure, mr kim?"
the younger mumbled,
praying to god that taehyung
would get the hint and fuck
the hell off but
apparently not.

in fact, he had the
audacity to spin 'round
a chair and throw his
perfectly long fucking
legs over it, slouch
and place his arms
on the back rest.

what was he
doing?

a few moments of
awkward silence passed
between them and mr kim
simply wouldn't stop
staring at the blank canvas
that jeongguk had produced
from his bag.

jeongguk wondered
why taehyung was still there,
the smaller boy was
beginning to feel a little
bit uncomfortable now,
he began wordlessly
fidgeting in his chair
under taehyung's tight gaze.

"you bought a new canvas?"
taehyung asked,
his tone slightly surprised,
though the smaller boy
didn't understand why that
came as such a shock to him,
how did he expect him to
complete his portfolio
without the aid of a bigger
study? he couldn't submit his
shitty sketches, well, sure...
they'd probably still get
him into the top band but
he wouldn't get a distinction.

and jeongguk needed
a distinction if he wanted
a good chance of getting
into art college.

"yes." the smaller mumbled,
evidently in no
mood to be conversing right
this second.

"what kind of kid goes
out of his way to buy a canvas
using his own money?" taehyung
snickered, jeongguk felt
his cheeks grow warmer
from embarrassment.
taehyung's thick London
accent rang through his head.

he didn't think
that he would notice
so quickly, was it really
that obvious? even mrs
light struggled to
realise until
jeongguk had finished
painting. he'd even gone
out of his way to find the
correct measurement
requirements to fulfill
the specification and
to keep a relatively
low profile
but it hadn't worked.
jeongguk
hated to admit it...
but he was impressed.

"s-sorry." he muttered
quietly, hanging his head
and fiddling with his tiny
fingers in his lap, attempting
to conceal his blush.

"s'fine," taehyung paused.
"it's just that... i've never
met someone someone
so enthusiastic, I guess,
not even in uni; most learn to
loath it."

"I'd never loath art." the
scrawny boy whispered,
more to himself than to
taehyung.

"good," he said as jeongguk looked
up to meet his gaze. "don't."

he could only gulp.

"so why did you buy it?"
mr kim asked, running
a perfect hand over the
fresh material.

"I think we both know
how awful the school
canvases are, mr kim."
jeongguk replied saltily.
christ, they gave him nightmares.
he couldn't stand to work
with such cheap quality.

taehyung chuckled darkly.

"couldn't agree more,
jeon jeongguk." he smiled
and jeongguk's heart just
sort of stopped at the way
something wild
flashed in taehyung's
eyes when he
said his name.

taehyung tapped the canvas
with his manicured finger.

"the school's were
a bit shit."

jeongguk giggled.
he didn't know why... he
just did. maybe due to the
truth in mr kim's statement,
or maybe from the fact that
his teacher swore in front of him.

and then taehyung was back
to staring at him again.

jeongguk bit his lip, fiddling
with the sleeve of his school
blazer, hating how ridiculous
it must have looked on him in comparison
to taehyung's sleek white
silk shirt and navy dress pants.

he'd had his buttons undone
again but jeongguk
forced himself to look
no further than his perfectly
shaped nose.

so he decided to stare at
taehyung's silver locks,
resting atop his head in
gentle curls; it made him
look ten times hotter if that
was even possible.

he was so busy admiring the
beauty that was kim
taehyung that he nearly
missed the smirk on the
man's thick, sinful lips.

"and what are you going
to paint, jeongguk?" taehyung
titled his head teasingly,
jeongguk's heartbeat sped up
a little as the older man leaned
in closer.

"y-you haven't told us yet."
the teen stuttered, gripping
his trousers tightly, heat
was beginning to pool in the
pit of his stomach.

taehyung leaned even closer,
so close that jeongguk could
see the reflection of the
tube light up ahead in the
darkness of his pupil,
illuminating his dark, ebony
irises. "who said you needed
to listen to me?" he whispered
with that husky voice of his that
sent gguk's heart into overdrive.

"you're the teacher." the younger
mumbled, eyes heavy and
hazy as if his words
weren't at all
thatobvious
enough.

"I'm twenty-two,
joengguk, I barely know
what to do with my life...
how can I tell others?"
taehyung scoffed, leaning
back in the chair, the heat
in the air dissipating elsewhere;
jeongguk secretly wished that it
would come back and
embrace them both again.
"I'm not like mrs light, jeongguk."
jeongguk loved the way his
name tumbled off
of taehyung's plum lips.
"I'm not going to tell
you what you can and
can't do, it's up to you...
I'm giving the class a
word to help them but I'm
sure you don't need it."
somewhere
in the midst of
things, taehyung chuckled,
deeply and jeongguk was
too busy staring at his face to
hear what the word was, but
he didn't really care.

I'm sure you don't need it.

jeongguk hadn't realised
how much he had truly
craved those words
of praise.

taehyung was impressed
with him.

with him.

;;;

I'm just gonna leave these here because I'm evil.

:D