;;

things did get worse.

jeongguk had a boner.

jeongguk had a very obvious boner.

jeongguk had a very
obvious boner and
he didn't know what to
do with his obvious
boner the second he
sprinted out of the
classroom as soon as
it dawned upon him
that mr kim
may have noticed his
very obvious boner.

he made it a few solid metres
down the corridor before he
realised that anyone could
walk around the corner
at any fine second and accidentally
attach their gaze to the
prominent buldge in his trousers.
it'd be the end of him for
sure. the end of him before
he got to turn into an adult,
now that was just fucking
sad.

his cheeks burned aflame, face flushed
as his gaze darted left and right,
looking for somewhere
he could dive
to sort out his little
'inconvenience.'

the toilets were too far; a
solid one minute walk from
where he stood and he and
his throbbing cock did not have
that level of patience.

jesus christ, he shouldn't have
been in this situation in the first
place! what the fuck?

he was seconds away from
letting out a panicked cry.
mr kim was probably wondering
what the hell was wrong with
HIM- no, no, no- what if he
followed him out of the classroom?

jeongguk turned around and
almost sobbed with relief.

he scrambled to open the
door to the art office and
let himself inside, closing it
behind him with a bang and leaning
against one of the walls whilst
his fingers hastily fumbled
for his zipper.

shit, he was so hard.

what was wrong with
him? could he not control
himself for a few mere minutes
around the man? he hadn't even
touched him, he really thought
he was getting better at keeping
his problem at bay, but obviously
not. lord. when would this stop?

jeongguk shakily exhaled as
wrapped his small hand around
his throbbing length, marveling
at the coolness of his skin against the
warmth of the blood rushing through
him, it stood erect as ever, tip pink
and awakened from his dirty thoughts.

what he'd imagined had been far
too real. mr kim was right there before
him, he was right fucking there and he
was so gorgeous and the way he'd
held him and the way he gripped
his hair and the way he'd called
him those names and, fuck. he was
so hot.

jeongguk whimpered.

his hand slowly moved up and
down his cock, enveloping it a heated
embrace, skin caressing his thick
skin that burned beneath his palm.
burning, that's what taehyung's
supposed touches. he felt like he
was being caressed with kisses of
fire. his hand jerked forward faster.

how had he imagined it all?
jeongguk was so ruined for him,
ready to do anything he asked, how
was it that he was so fucking gone?

the teen bit down on his lip as
he pumped himself harder, lashes
fluttering shut as he imagined mr
kim at his neck, sucking at his supple
skin, his earlobe, his husky, deep voice
tickling his lobe, his large hand in
his hair, gripping tightly at his locks.
everything was so vivid, jeongguk
could paint it in his head.

every second, jeongguk
remembered it, treasured it,
a stark dream against all of
his incoherent thoughts that
he'd never seen to be straight
in his head. he was so beautiful,
ever inch of him. everything,
everything he said, everything
he did, jeongguk.. jeongguk
wanted him. it hurt so much
that he couldn't have him.

he squeezed himself and
traced his thumb over his
slit gathering more of his
precum and lathering it
down till every but of his skin
was gleaming wet with arousal.
the other hand was threaded
through his hair, arm shoved
up against his burning cheek
as he watched him stroke
himself. his jerks were faster still,
harder, sloppy with every passing
second till he could barley
breathe.

nothing on his mind but
taehyung.

he came over his trembling
hand as he softly cried out his
teacher's name, white ribbons
shooting out from him over his
pale knuckles, his face flushed
beyond compare.

"m-mr kim." he whimpered.

shit.

jeongguk had to do
something.

fast.

his eyes quickly
flickered over to the
desk, praying to god that
there were some tissues-

yes!

thank jesus!

now all he had to do was
wipe himself up and sprint
to the toilets, wash his hands
and run to class and everything
would be fine, he wouldn't
have to hunk about this
terrible encounter ever again.

he dived for the tissues, dabbing
his hand and his cock and the floor
and anywhere else that he'd managed
to accidentally spill his seed. jeongguk
sighed, tucking away his length and
zipping his trousers back up he tired,
with desperation, to comprehend what
the fuck had just happened.

the tissues were about to go
into the bin beside the desk, the
teen's eyes hooded and absent as
they roamed the assorted scattered
papers with little concentration.

they were just pieces of
coloured card, nothing interesting,
and a few sheets of paperwork that
jeongguk didn't bother reading.

but...

something caught his eye.

tucked away beneath everything,
a thin piece of paper, it's corner on
show. not overly on view but jeongguk
knew in a heartbeat that it was a sketch.

it looked like it had been ripped out
of a sketchbook.

the faded scribbles at the end said
so enough, this wasn't just some...
rough drawing.

jeongguk dropped the
tissue and pulled it out from
beneath the stacks with haste.

his heart halted.

taehyung's signature
lay smooth and small,
scrawny yet distinct against
the lightness of the pencil
strokes.

the teen didn't have words
for what he saw.

taehyung had...

taehyung had re-sketched
anne lister's portrait.

it was perfection.

he'd captured every single
brush stroke and transformed
it into featherlight touches of
graphite, shading excellent and
on point. her face, her features,
her dress, her hand and the
telegram she clutched, the clock
on her wall, the sun through her
kitchen window.

every.

single.

aspect.

taehyung had illustrated it
all.

in his own, incredible way.

jeongguk tired to breath.
he couldn't really, he was breathtaken.

of course, the boy was well
aware that taehyung would be
good with his art but this...

god, this was something
else in its entirety.

the door handle turned.

panic settled in jeongguk's
gut, he couldn't start scrambling
now, there was nowhere to hide
and it'd be pretty pointless.
so he remained still, clutching
the sketch carefully between
his shaking fingers.

mr kim was at the door.
he held a load of sketchbooks
in his hand, eyebrows raised
when his gaze flickered over the
teen with surprise.

jeongguk didn't know what
to do with himself.

"ggukie?" mr kim mused,
"you startled me, sweet. shouldn't
you be in class?"

jeongguk couldn't speak.

he physically couldn't.

he just stared at him.

and taehyung stared back.

a few seconds of silence
passed before mr kim must
have realised that something
was wrong. he must have
realised that there had to be
a reason for the teen's silence.
her had to be a reason as to why
he was so dumbfounded.

and when he placed the
sketchbooks down on the
desk, he too, knew why.

"oh." taehyung chuckled
softly. "you found my sketch."

was jeongguk being intrusive?
perhaps.

he didn't care in the
slightest anymore.

"thought i lost that."

"you should be
more careful with your
work then, mr kim." jeongguk
spoke, voice wavering in his
throat. he was desperately
trying to keep his calm.

"i know." the man
stared at him with that
knowing gaze in his eye.
his fingers reached out
to pry the paper from
jeongguk's firm grasp.

but jeongguk wouldn't
let go.

"you didn't tell me," he
breathed, staring right
into his deep eyes. "y-you
didn't tell me you were this
amazing at-"

"talent is relative when
it comes to art, kid." his
teacher took the paper and
looked at it himself. jeongguk
hoped he saw everything in it
as he did. "no one is talentless
and everyone has talent, at least,
an ounce of it. those that are
fully aware of their talent
without the slightest concern
about where their selfish thoughts
will end them are the ones that
suffer the most. those that are modest
of their work, despite being self
aware are rewarded in the long run."

the clock ticked above head,
filling the silence between them.

"sometimes your greatest flaws
are your strongest weapons."

jeongguk's breath hitched.

"but it's so... perfect. you have such
a photographic memory, how on
earth could you sketch something
so intricate, you know every inch
of the-"

"if i like what i see, i sketch it.
it depends on how much i do. there'd
be no point in me trying to draw or paint
something i'm not fond of.
if i adore it, my work turns out
to near perfection, if i don't, it's a
waste of my time."

"well this is perfect."

"no, jeongguk."
taehyung chuckled.
"it's just what you see."

"no, anyone else
would say the same."

"every artist is insecure
of their own art, you know
that the most," he deadpanned.
"this is why i try so hard to
convince my students and
why i try so hard to help
them, to better them into
the standards i know they
can achieve, but no matter
how hard i seem to try with
you, nothing seems to work.
i hope you see it one day, the
way i do."

the teen looked at taehyung,
traced every inch of his face.
engrained it in his mind.

"and i hope you do to."

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y'all really got #varshaisover party trending last chapter it's okay you can hate me, but you'll adore me soon uwu 💜