It was a usual day for Jeongguk as he woke up in his warm bed with a groan. He reached for his phone to turn off the irritating alarm and threw his phone onto the floor, frustrated.

School started a week ago after Christmas vacation, and he hadn't gotten used to waking up early again. Well, he would never get used to that.

He hated waking up early in the morning, and especially when he had only slept four hours since he was too addicted to the game he was playing until late last night, and no matter how tired he was, he couldn't stop playing.

Another boring day, another frustrating ride with the bus, another sleepless day. Great. With this thought, he crawled out of bed to get ready.

A while later, arrayed in whatever he found first, he dragged his feet towards the kitchen. "Good morning."

"I'll never get used to your morning face. You look so grumpy!" his mother, Mirae said and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"It's not just my face. I am grumpy every morning," he mumbled as he neared the table to grab some snacks to take with him to school.

"If you hadn't stayed up almost all night to play games, maybe you wouldn't be," she said with a raised brow, a hint of irony lacing her words.

"Whatever. School is boring and that's reason enough to be grumpy." He poured some coffee into a plastic cup as he did every morning, and he was ready to go.

"Eat something. I made waffles." She sighed, already knowing his answer.

"No time. And you know I never eat breakfast. I just need my coffee." Jeongguk gave her a kiss on her cheek. "See you later."

His mother couldn't drive him to school every day, so he had to take a bus, something that was rather frustrating for him because the ride with the bus was about twenty-five minutes, while with the car was only fifteen minutes.

With a sigh, he got on the bus, earphones already in use with chill music playing, and sipped his coffee here and there. He usually couldn't find a seat, so a bunch of people bumped into him, pissing him off every time, but he always wore an affable smile on his face while saying that it was okay.

Finally arriving at the school gates, he threw the now empty plastic cup into the trash can and sauntered inside. His first class was dance history, and he was already whining internally. He didn’t like studying overall and his teacher for this class was an absolute bitch. Mrs. Woo or old hag as he and his friends called her. Well, not in her face of course.

"You’re late as always," Namjoon snickered.

Jeongguk looked at him with a bored expression as he sat at his desk at the back of the classroom. "What? We still have five minutes before the class starts."

"He only cares about the dance classes, don't you know him already?" Seokjin, who was sitting with Namjoon at the desk in front of Jeongguk's, chimed in with a chuckle.

Jeongguk was about to say something when a running Jimin burst into the classroom with Yoongi trailing behind him. "Guys, guys, guys!" he whisper-yelled through his panting, his wild eyes roaming on his friends.

"What's wrong?" Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows at his weird behavior.

"I just heard that a new teacher will come today." He perched in his seat next to Jeongguk's desk with Yoongi joining him after a moment. "And not only that, I saw him too!"

"Tell me that this new teacher will replace that old hag," Jeongguk murmured, praying mentally for that to happen.

"No, he's actually a new dance teacher. And yes, he as in boy, as in man, as in hot, hot man, as in ridiculously handsome and hot man," Jimin rambled, the image of the new teacher lingering, engraved in his mind.

"Wow, I've never seen you so excited about a new teacher." Namjoon snorted, his surprise prominent on his features.

"Well, if you see him, you'll understand. Yoongi tell 'em." Jimin signed him to talk.

"He is pretty handsome," Yoongi blandly uttered as he lifted an idle shoulder.

"Pretty handsome? Such an underestimate. He's a God, he's a daddy, he's totally daddy material." Jimin wiggled his brows, a sly smile embellishing his lips.

"He's overreacting as always, don't pay attention to him," Jeongguk scoffed at his words as he shook his head.

"You don't believe me, Jeon? Just wait and see for yourself." Jimin cast him a coltish wink, making the other snort.

"Good morning, stop talking, thank you," that old h—Mrs. Woo said as she entered the classroom. Some of the students mumbled a halfhearted good morning as Jeongguk just made a tsk sound and glanced away from her.

Jeongguk didn't pay attention to the class at all. The truth was he was intrigued by that new teacher. How hot can he be? Jimin is overreacting, I'm sure. He continued drawing on his notebook, absorbed in his thoughts.

After a torturous one hour and a half, their first class ended, and the five boys couldn't be happier because one, they didn't have to see that old hag or listen to her anymore, and two, they had a dance class now probably with the new teacher.

Strolling towards their lockers to leave their books, Jimin couldn't shut up about how hot the new teacher was. He prated about his hair color, his fashion, and his toned body that was hidden under those expensive clothes.

"Can you shut up about that guy already?" Jeongguk snapped at him as he slammed the door of his locker.

"Why are you so grumpy? Chill, Kook," Seokjin said with a chuckle.

Jeongguk heaved a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't sleep for more than four hours and I can't function properly. But Jimin, you haven't shut up about him at all. Like seriously how hot and handsome can this new teacher be? Enough to call him a God and daddy material? I don't buy it." He crossed his arms and snickered as he shook his head in disbelief.

He was too wrapped up in his speech and couldn't distinguish the expressions of the four boys altering abruptly when their eyes traveled behind him. His brows knitted in a frown then as he stared at them in utter confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Jeongguk, stop talking," Jimin said in a hushed tone.

The sound of a guttural, light cough invaded Jeongguk's senses, and he spun around to glimpse at the source. His eyebrows went sky high, his jaw hanging loosely, and even though he couldn't recognize the man, he could only pray that it wasn't who he thought it was.

"Excuse me," the stranger said with a deadly deep voice and an amused smile on his face as he resumed his way without making eye contact with any of them.

"Jimin." Jeongguk drew in a long breath and released it at the same slow tempo. "Don't tell me that was the new teacher." Mouth thinning in desperation and eyes shutting, he waited, praying to hear that no, it wasn't.

"Yes, it was." Jimin made a choked sound, trying to stifle his laugh, but when the others cracked up, he couldn't confine it any longer. They threw their heads back, roaring with laughter at how Jeongguk just embarrassed the shit out of himself in front of the new teacher.

"Dude, you c-called him d-daddy material in front of h-his face," Seokjin choked out through his cackle, stirring all of them to laugh even harder except for Jeongguk, who just buried his face in his hands and muttered curses to himself.

"I hate all of you!" Jeongguk groaned, outright embarrassed and exasperated with himself.

"Don't worry, Kook, I'm sure he found it funny," Yoongi reassured with a shrug as their laugh quieted down.

"It's not funny at all. It's completely embarrassing. How am I even gonna face him?"

"You don't have to talk to him. You rarely talk in classes, anyway. Just ignore him." Namjoon patted his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Let's go now."

"Good morning, class." An excited Mr. Jung breezed into the classroom with the new teacher following closely.

As the others smiled at their teacher, Jeongguk ducked his head while gloom mixed with shame swept over his traits, not daring to look at the man behind Hoseok.

"As some of you know already, we have a new teacher today," Mr. Jung chirped as he stepped aside to present the new teacher with a vigorous hand gesture. "I'll let him introduce himself."

The new teacher brought a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat and pasted a small, cordial smile on his face. "Hello, I'm Kim Taehyung, your new dance teacher. I hope we can get along well."

"Mr. Kim, you're so handsome," a girl cooed from the back of the classroom, and most of the students chuckled with approving nods.

Taehyung released a near-silent, nervous chuckle as well while he glanced down. "Let's see if everyone is here."

"Well, Mr. Kim, have a great first class." Mr. Jung gave him a row of supportive pats on his back and exited the classroom.

Taehyung started calling their names and took a brief glimpse of each of them, trying to memorize their names in vain. There were twenty students, and he had never met any of them before, so he was sure it would take him a while to memorize all of their names.

"Kim Seokjin?

"Here."

"Min Yoongi?"

"Here."

"Park Jimin?"

"Here, Mr. Kim, nice to meet you," Jimin said in a sickly sweet tone, a kittenish smile playing on his lips.

Taehyung just peeked at him and nodded before focusing his gaze on the attendance book again. "Kim Namjoon?"

"Here."

"Jeon Jeongguk?"

"Um, h-here." Jeongguk raised his hand just a few inches, keeping his head firmly bowed.

Taehyung detached his gaze from the attendance book and peered at him with arched eyebrows. His lips quirked as a muted, throaty chuckle leaked out of his mouth, and then he looked down again.

Jeongguk's brows pulled together and another pout burst onto his face the moment he heard his chuckle. He ventured to peep at him in an attempt to check if there was any trace of his laugh on his features, but he found none. Taehyung simply carried on calling their names as if nothing happened, and he directed his gaze to Jimin, who was standing beside him, puzzled. "Did he just laugh at me?"

"Kook, he was looking at you like you're his meal. You should go for it."

"Are you crazy? We don't even know if he's gay and he's our teacher. And stop making things up."

"I don't make things up! I told you he's unbelievably hot and daddy material. Was I wrong?"

Jeongguk stole a few glances of the teacher, soaking in his silver hair that fell delicately over his face every time he glanced down, his captivating eyes that could melt anyone under them, the tight burgundy shirt he wore that emphasized his muscles, the veins in his arms that for some reason were rather visible.

Jeongguk had a thing for veins.

A quiet sigh seeped through Jeongguk's mouth as he dragged his head down. "No, you weren't wrong."

"See? So when I tell you he was looking at you like you're his meal, I mean it."

"Okay that's just not possible, though, I mean, look at him."

"You're doubting me again, huh? Ask the others too and—"

"Is what I'm saying that boring to you guys?" Taehyung asked in a firm tone as he shot them an incisive glare.

Jeongguk's heart pranced at the inquiry, and while he just had built up some courage to lift his head and relax, he tossed it down again in a flash, chin digging as deep as possible into his chest, uneasy. Jimin, on the other hand, giggled smoothly, eyes set on him with confidence. "We're sorry, Mr. Kim."

Jeongguk's reaction caught the teacher's attention, and he narrowed his eyes on him, dismissing Jimin's mischievous tone. "I mean, if what you're saying is more interesting, maybe you can share it with the rest of us."

"We were just admiring your good looks, Mr. Kim. It's not a secret as you know." Jimin shrugged an impish shoulder as he kept on staring at him.

Jeongguk felt as if he would die from embarrassment at any moment. His heart pounded harder and harder against his chest, his cheeks and ears glowing a reddish, sizzling color. He drew a hand up and dabbed at his flushed cheeks before he covered his ears with both hands.

Failing to notice how the boy was blushing since Jimin's remark sparked a wave of irritation inside him, Taehyung stared back at the smirking boy with an unamused look. "Do that in your own time. No, scratch that. Don't do that at all," he spat out strictly, souring and eventually effacing that small smile from Jimin's face. "As I was saying, we will have classes together every day. I want you to be focused and not disturb my class. If you're not interested, you can just leave." He gestured to the door with a raised brow.

"Please keep your personal comments about me to yourselves." He glared specifically at Jimin and Jeongguk, although the latter missed it since he still had his head down. "You can tell me or ask me anything you want about the class. And of course, if you want to share something personal with me, you can, and I'll be more than happy to help you out. But don't forget that I'm your teacher. We should all know our limits well." His genial smile returned soon enough and any fragment of annoyance vanished from his face.

"Now, before we get started, I'd like to know what experience each of you has in dancing. So let's sit down in a circle and talk for a while. How does that sound?"

The students nodded as they started taking their seats. Jeongguk didn't understand how it happened, but he found himself sitting right across from Taehyung, something that had him gulping hard once he realized it. He rubbed his chest with pressure, trying to calm his goddamn heart for just a moment. Boring day my ass. This fucking day will be the death of me.

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