Taehyung found his crumbled paper from yesterday in Mr. Kim's hand when the student teacher handed out their works. His ears burned from embarrassment, but he also found himself doubting the man's sanity, because he had obviously fished in the trashcan for this. What kind of person would do such a thing?

But Taehyung was of the kind that got embarrassed really hard and went back to normal almost instantly. So, instead of being uncomfortable with something he could not change, he let curiosity take over and looked at the red comments that were left all over his texts. Especially the first one was more red than black.

'More explicit' definitely had not made it on the list of top ten things he had expected to be written on that sheet. It was surprisingly refreshing. Mr. Kim either was unexpectedly open-minded, or he just liked to torture him, or both. When he read the comment underneath, he voted for the last option. You never had sex, am I right?

Well, yes. Namjoon was right. Taehyung never had had sex. For obvious reasons.

Whatever, he would try again. He did not like it very much, but not because it was about sex. He disliked the fact that he was unable to describe things the right way. If he knew something, he could make it into words, no matter what loops he had to create to get the information across. But in this case, he was absolutely oblivious. He could put masturbation or an orgasm into words, but not full-blown sex.

Now that he re-read his first try, he realized that he had not even done that. And their teacher had been right about the manual-like structure. He should smooth this out with a little more detail on what was happening and, of course, include the information from the description of the protagonist.

Happy to know what he could change to the better, Taehyung began his work. But motivation was cut short after some lines. This was a sex scene. He could not describe this with his usual choice of words. It would turn hilarious instead of hot. Hilariously hot. Did something like that exist?

Lost in his search for words, he looked up to give his protagonist a glance. The man was touching his lips again. So distracting. Would it feel good to kiss those lips? Taehyung had kissed quite some girls and boys, but it never had felt like it was described in the stories. There had not been any butterflies in his stomach or a burning longing for more. Just skin on skin and the wet noise of tongues. Could it be different with the substitute? Hell, no! What was he thinking? This dirty scene on his sheet of paper must not become reality. Gross.

Suddenly, the piercing eyes met his and he realized he had been staring again. The dimpled smile his teacher cracked when he caught him glancing made Taehyung's stomach do weird things.

He should concentrate on his text, he decided, panicking. This could not be too difficult with the raw sketch of the scene he had produced last time. It just needed some more descriptions and maybe some of Junghan's words.

Mostly, he was confident with what he was writing, and his best friend enjoyed helping him out whenever he had a short writer's block, but occasionally, it was as if the words stuttered their way out of his brain, like they were nervous kids on a daytrip, looking anywhere but where they were walking and tripping over their own feet. Still a long way to go.

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