"From now onwards, classes with Mr Park and you are reduced to two periods a week."

I figured. The headmaster was fuming with rage, probably upset that in the first week of the programme- the student was found having intimate relations with the teacher.

"Please give me another chance." Mr Park hangs his head low, guilty of the deed he's done. He steals a glance at me, before looking out of the window. I was preoccupied with the Headmaster's rambling- until I felt a push on my foot. When I sneaked a peek, I realized it was sulking Jimin pushing against me; in efforts to entice me to bribe the Headmaster.

"your math periods will be replaced with gym."  she concludes, slamming the table. "Now go."

My eyes took a glance at Mr Park who seemed ridden with jealously. His dark eyes boiled down to sadness as he stares back at me, the corner of his lips reddened from his biting.

"So you're gonna spend more time with Jungkook." He sulks as the both of us walked out of the office. "Even though you're mine."

"Wait-" I tugged his sleeve, and he looks back at me. "Who's whos?"

"You." he pulls me closer to his body. "Mine."

A furious blush makes its way to my cheeks. "I do not belong to anyone." I retorted at him, but he lets out a stifled laugh.

"Maybe soon."

And with that, he leaves me standing rooted to the ground, unable to counter his antics. Belong to him? Sure, we did things out of the student-teacher relationship, but that didn't mean he was my boyfriend. And that my thundering heart right now wasn't because of him- no way.

"I see you got disciplined." I turned to look at the direction of the smooth, deep voice; only to meet eyes with Mr Kim Namjoon. He adorned a loosely buttoned shirt and formal pants, with his blazer slung over his shoulder. His wrist was littered with tattoos of foreign words i couldn't read; words that seemed more than just meaning. Seeing my expression, he smiles manually at me, dimples showing under the light.

"Its because of Mr Park." I crossed my arms, exhaling a long winded breath. "Was he always such a flirt?"

"Well- he is, but only with girls he actually is keen on." Mr Kim replies with a chuckle, as if he knew my situation all too clearly. "I can see he's whipped for you."

"You must be kidd-

My words were then interrupted by a sudden force behind my back, which made me stumble in surprise. A pair of arms had wrapped around my torso, disabling me from movement. "Serin!" Taehyung calls me excitedly, nuzzling me with his cheek.

"Mr Kim?" I turned back to look at him, and realize he's a mess. Taehyung's hair was tousled and his apron was smeared with paints of various colours, rendering me speechless. The colours had faded and new ones were painted on- leaving a rainbow in his tracks.

"Serin," he tilts his head curiously at me. "Its our period now. "

"Oh, right." It clicked in my head. "It's art lesson."

Without a moment's notice, Taehyung drags me all the way to the artroom, where easels were already set up and ready to use. He sticks a paintbrush in between his mouth and nose, squinting hard at the fruits placed on the table.

"This won't do." He taps on an orange, feeling fustrated. "We need a human model."

"Aren't we just painting fruits?" I questioned him, but he doesn't answer.

"Oh come in, don't be shy." He skips to the door, turning the knob and pulling someone inside.

"M-Mr Jeon?" my eyes almost popped out of its sockets. I haven't seen him since last week's gym class.

"Go on," Taehyung gestures. "Take off that damn shirt."

"Okay." Jungkook obliges, slowly pulling off his tie. His fingers unbuttoned them slowly, before pulling off his white shirt and throwing it hastily to the side. I watched in perpectual awe as he raises his arm to comb his hair to the side, his biceps stretching and contracting with his movements. My eyes were even more blessed when it diverted to the perfectly built abs on his body, chisled to the gods. As expected from a gym teacher.

"Now the pants." Taehyung points at him with his paintbrush.

"What?!" Mr Jeon and I said simultaneously, staring straight at Taehyung. "Just kidding." He chuckles cheekily.

"Come're." Mr Kim suddenly calls me and leaned over to my ears.

"Paint him like one of your french girls."

And with that, Taehyung leaves me and Jungkook in the room alone to paint his figure.

"Is this posture okay?" He leans onto the wall, looking straight at me. At this moment- I felt my heart skip a beat. Damn those abs.

I started by sketching the figure on the paper, slowly observing him as I did. Gradually as I neared the end of the sketch, I witnessed his ears growing redder and redder- as well as his eyes diverting everywhere but me.

"Sorry Mr Jeon, but will you look at me, please?" I pleaded, and he nods shyly.

Then it came to the part where i had to sketch his abs. I thouroughly enjoy the ride as I transfer his sculpted figure on a piece of paper, secretly humming to a song.

"May I adjust your posture for a bit?" I asked, and Jungkook nodded. My hands were now busy positioning his to get the right posture. I felt his curious stare as I touched him, his eyes drooping down to examine every part of me. There was sudden tension in the air; and I felt a little awkward all of a sudden. Just then, when I removed my hands from his, I felt a force pull me forward-

Into a hug.