Jimin surged towards the teacher's lounge with long-legged strides. No one assaults his friends no matter who it is.

He was ready to yank the door open when he heard a shrill voice coming from inside.

"You did what!? Are you crazy?"

"Keep your damn voice down!"

Jimin attached his ear to the door and continued listening.

"I don't know what happened. I just saw red, okay? I don't know what got into me."

"So what, the mature and logical thing to do was call him a freaking whore? Jeongguk? Who had only one boyfriend before?" Hoseok bawled at him, enraged.

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"It doesn't matter how you meant it, the only thing that matters is that you said it, Tae! Give me a fucking reasonable explanation for talking to him like that, or I swear I'm taking this to the principal. I know we have been friends for years now, but talking to a student like this is not acceptable."

Way to go, Hoseok hyung! Jimin thought to himself as he grinned.

"You really wanna know?" Taehyung asked, feeling his insides flame with frustration.

"Yes."

"I got fucking hard because of him! I know it's not reasonable, but it's the only explanation I have. I got mad because I'm his teacher and he's my student and he made me hard. And you know that when I'm angry I say shit that I don't mean."

"Tae... what the hell?" Hoseok asked, outright stunned.

"I don't know, okay? Just please, don't take this to the principal. I'll apologize to Jeongguk and I'll stay out of his way. This is too dangerous."

"Do you like him?"

"Park, do you need anything?" Mrs. Han showed up out of nowhere, making Jimin bounce away from the door.

"Mrs. Han, beautiful as always I see and no, I don't need anything, okay bye." Jimin tittered and beetled off.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, he screamed on repeat internally as he practically sprinted back to the other four boys. Upon arriving at the entrance of the cafeteria, he took a deep pull of calming air and advanced.

"What happened?" Seokjin asked as the other sat down with them.

Jimin cleared his throat and leaned against the table with his elbows, holding his hands together. "Jeongguk."

The said boy lowered the sandwich he was holding as he was ready to take a bite and looked at him with big doe eyes.

"I have very important information in my hands right now. I want you to be calm when I say it, and I want you to use it wisely. Okay?"

Bemused to the core, Jeongguk slowly nodded as he swallowed.

"Jeongguk," Hoseok called then, interrupting the other. "Can you come with me for a moment?"

"Why?"

"I want to talk to you about what happened with Taehyung."

"No, Hoseok hyung. Don't even mention him to me. At least not right now."

"Okay." Hoseok gave him a bitter smile, a glimmer of disappointment crossing his face. "See you in class later."

After he walked away, Jeongguk set his eyes on Jimin again. "Tell me."

"Okay, the reason Mr. Kim got so angry at you—"

"Jimin, not you too! I don't wanna hear anything about him."

"Kook, just listen to me. You won't regret it."

Jeongguk groaned, rolling his eyes, but eventually nodded once more.

"Mr. Super hot daddy material who's not gay got a boner because of you."
  
Jeongguk's eyes popped at the remark, almost exploding out of their place, as Seokjin choked on his food. "What a-are you t-talking about?"

"I went to talk to him as you know, but I heard him talking to Hoseok hyung. I heard him myself, Kook. He said that he's your teacher and you're his student and you made him hard. And that when he's angry, he talks shit. Apparently, he can't control himself."

Jeongguk took a moment to let everything Jimin said sink in. "Fine, whatever, what am I supposed to do with that?"

"Kook, we're not blind. We all know you like Mr. Daddy material. It's your chance!"

"But he's right. He's my teacher and I'm his student. Nothing is gonna happen. Never."

"But don't you want to test it out at least?"

"Test it out how?"

"You can wear something a little revealing like today."

"Today was just an accident and I'm never wearing that again."

"But you can wear tight jeans or an oversized shirt that makes your collarbones show. And if you find an opportunity, you can touch him subtly and observe his reaction."

"But why would I do that?"

"Because I want to know if it's true!" Jimin raised his voice a notch.

"I'm not gonna do it just because you wanna know if it's true!" Jeongguk said huffily. "I'm not doing anything, leave me alone," he added and went back to eating his sandwich.

Jimin grunted but decided to drop it. It was his choice, anyway.

 
As they continued with their classes, Jeongguk pondered over Jimin's suggestion. It was absurd for him to tease his teacher like this just to see his reaction. But deep down, he wanted to know if it was true too. Having his insanely hot, not gay teacher getting a boner because of him made him feel good. A little proud, a little pleased even.

But he wouldn't even try to talk to him if the other didn't apologize to him first. Whatever the reason he got so worked up was, what he said to him was completely uncalled for and made him feel awful.

 
After all of their classes, Jeongguk was ready to leave when he remembered he didn't take his sweaty clothes from his locker. With a groan, he returned inside and hurried to the changing room. He rammed his clothes into his backpack and scuttled outside since he didn't want to miss the bus.

But you know, things never went his way.

When he arrived outside of the school gates, he saw the bus from across the street speed away. He could walk to another bus stop to take another bus, but it was raining hard at the moment. So he just stood there close to the school gates under the canopy roof, watching the downpour in front of him and waiting for the next bus that would come in thirty minutes.

Minutes felt like hours as icy gusts of wind hit his form, his feet already soaking wet from the rain. He rubbed his hands together, blowing sharply on them to warm them up as much as he could before he stuffed them into his pockets.

He felt a presence next to him and glanced momentarily to his side, only to see none other than Mr. Kim. Wordlessly, he refocused his gaze on the bus stop, which he had been staring at for so long.

No words left Taehyung's mouth either as he stood next to him with a good amount of space between them. His gaze swung between the shivering boy and the bus stop and eventually rested on him.

"It's raining," Taehyung stated with his deep, smooth voice.

"Apparently," Jeongguk mumbled, eyes still glued to the bus stop across the street.

"Why are you out here in the cold?"

"I'm waiting for the bus."

"Is it coming soon?"

"Soon enough."

"How soon is soon enough?"

Jeongguk cast him a tentative look. "In eighteen minutes or something."

"That's not soon." A velvety chuckle accompanied his remark, and then it was silent between the two for a stretch until he cleared his throat, mustering up every fragment of courage to voice out whatever was on his mind. "Let me give you a ride."

The request rendered the younger at a loss and had his mouth unfolding with a soundless gasp of surprise. "Why would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I do that?"

"You don't have to, Mr. Kim. I don't mind waiting."

"You're wet, and from what I see, you're freezing out here. Your house is towards my way, so why not?"

Jeongguk peeped at him timidly as he mooned over it. He was still pissed since Taehyung hadn't apologized yet, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it since a few seconds later, he felt something warm engulf him and two strong hands grip his shoulders. "What are y-you doing?" he stuttered as he perceived that Taehyung just draped his coat over his shoulders.

"You're shivering. Let's go." Taehyung put the hood of the coat over his head and glided his hand down his back, leaving it resting on his waist.

"Wait, we have to cross the street? It's pouring. You'll get wet!" He pouted as he tried to pull the coat off to return it, but Taehyung firmly held it in place.

"Jeongguk, just run towards that black car"—he pointed at his car—"and don't mind me."

Jeongguk hesitated, still feeling bad for his teacher who was only wearing a cashmere sweater, but his thoughts were cut short when Taehyung set his hand on his lower back again and scuttled towards his car, pushing him along.

Normally, being exposed to rain for about fifteen seconds wouldn't be that bad, but since it was pouring, Taehyung got drenched.

"Look at you now. Why did you do that?" Pout still engraved on his traits, Jeongguk slipped the coat off his shoulders and laid it over his. "Do you have a towel or something?"

"Jeongguk, stop worrying about me—"

"I'm not worrying. It was just a s-stupid thing to do for a s-student. I'm m-mad at you. I'm not worried."

"I'm sorry."

"Just d-drive already," Jeongguk blurted out, catching the other off guard by his vexed tone. "It's not good s-staying with wet clothes."

Taehyung's lips curved upwards faintly as he started driving towards the younger's place. Overall, it was a quiet drive; the only thing that could be heard was the radio's soft tunes and the hum of the engine.

Soon, they arrived, and Taehyung waited with the engine on outside of his house.

"Park the car," Jeongguk uttered, and the older did without questioning anything.

As he was about to get out, Taehyung's voice stopped him. "Am I supposed to follow you?"

"I thought it was obvious." Jeongguk could swear he saw Taehyung's lips twitch into a faint smile at his response.

They got out of the car and rushed towards the entrance. Jeongguk stepped inside and headed upstairs while the other stayed in the living room, watching him. "Aren't you gonna follow me?" he asked once he registered that Taehyung had stopped.

"You have to explain to me what you're doing first, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk broke into a timid smile as he glanced away. "Just come to my room so I can give you clothes."

"You don't have to, and I honestly don't think you have clothes that fit me."

"I have a lot of oversized clothes so you don't have to worry about that. Now come on." Jeongguk motioned him to follow him, and the older did after a moment.

"You can sit wherever," Jeongguk muttered with a subtle fling of his arm, then grabbed a towel and clothes from his closet. "I know it's not your style, but no one will see you in these."

Taehyung chuckled softly as he took the clothes. "Warm and comfy. It's exactly my style." He grinned as he detected Jeongguk's small blush and how bashful he became real quick.

"I'll go change too." Jeongguk darted to the closet to take clothes for him and strode to the bathroom without looking at the other at all.

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