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there was something
rather forbidden about
stepping foot
into the art office.

jeongguk, for the
first time in his life,
felt rather rebellious
about the whole ordeal.

perhaps it was because
no other student in the
whole school had done it
or perhaps it was because
kim taehyung was there
with him.

they were there.
together.

alone.

it was a substantial
room; small and cramped
yet spilling over the edge
with colours.

blaring blues and
lilacs, dripping off
the white washed
walls in patterns
and whorls of
excellence. indigos and
violent blossoming
like wild flowers across
the ceiling, in an awfully
rushed painting-
though it was still rather
beautiful. they
reminded jeongguk of
the bluebells that
grew in his backgarden
when he was younger.
painstakingly pretty.

jeongguk's gaze flickered
back to his teacher, sitting
on the edge of his desk.
he watched him with that
low, heavy gaze that made
his small stomach
flip with warmth.

"i know why you're
really here, jeongguk."
taehyung whispered.
his voice was always
so sultry, it made him
dizzy with excitement and
before he knew it,
heat was quickly rushing
to his smaller, already
blushing cheeks, now
red as poppy, along
with his rose dusted nose.

"s-sir i don't know what
you m-mean-" he stuttered,
fiddling with the hem of his
blazer sleeve.
really, he had no idea what he
meant by that, nothing
normal it seemed.

taehyung tilted his head
to the side to take
jeongguk's frame in,
dark eyes slowly roaming his
thin, pale body.
he felt his
insides flutter at his lingering
gaze, hot and heavy from where
he stood.

"you don't have to
pretend with me, dear." he let
out a deep chuckle, that
resonated deep
within jeongguk's heart.
jeongguk wanted to
hear it in repeat, wanted
to listen to it till it was all
he could ever hear.
taehyung's voice.

taehyung's voice was
like a fucking drug.

he thought he couldn't
get any hotter, but his voice
dipped yet another octave
lower, he addressed him
so directly, so calmly,
so complacent.

as though he had all the
time in the
world for him.

what was happening
between them?

the air was hot with their
breath, the world slowing to
a sudden halt.

taehyung leaned off his
desk, making his way towards
jungkook
painfully slow. every step
he took felt like an
eternity left for his
heart to beat- to pound
against his chest, for his pulse
to throb in his ears.
for the air to melt around them,
mingling their thoughts
together.

jeongguk wished to
know what he was thinking.

he had a pretty good
idea as it was.

before he knew it, taehyung had
closed in on him like
a lion did to a rabbit, nothing
in his gaze showed
mercy.

nothing at all.

but he wouldn't stop.

he wouldn't stop
sauntering towards him,
and so, jeongguk had no
choice but to slowly back
up under his dark,
abyssal gaze.

he'd have to stop soon,
or his heart would
probably implode.

his feet fell into contact with
the door; a gentle thud
that did nothing
against the roaring
din of his own blood, soaring
through his body.
lightheaded, hazy and
parched- his head was
spinning.

"m-mr kim-" jeongguk
stammered softly, lips
dry in his his hot mouth.
he tried to lick them a
little, wishing for some
moisture to be returned back
to them, but no sooner
had they done so,
they immediately dried up
again when the smaller boy
spotted his teacher's gaze flicker
over his lips.

"shhh," taehyung whispered.
"i know, it's hard."

jeongguk was hard.

"wh-what?"

"it's hard, darling." the older
whispered slowly, tranquil.
then he tilted his head again, the
glint in his eye more visible
than ever, this close to him.

"m-mr kim, i-"

"show me." he commanded.

it took everything in jeongguk's
might not to moan.

"show me how talented you are."

jeongguk didn't
know what he meant.
jeongguk really didn't
know what he meant
nor did he think that knowing
would help in his case.
he'd still be stood, petrified
against the wall.

"s-sir please-"

"open the bag, dear."

oh. right.

jeongguk had thought
he'd meant something
else entirely.

he didn't want to.

jeongguk didn't
want to open the bag.
but taehyung's fierce gaze
left him no other
choice but to comply.

he gently slid his
bag off his shoulder and
retrieved the canvas that he'd
painted.

attention seeking?
yeah, that's exactly what he
was doing.

mr kim seemed to know
that all too well.

"it's nothing worthy of credit-"

"you're incredible." he breathed.

jeongguk felt his heart swell
at the words.

didn't he see?
what he was doing to him?
how flustered and utterly
wrecked he was? he'd breathed
and said a few words that had
the younger's knees buckling,
his pants tightening and his breath
halting in his constricted throat.

you're incredible.

jeongguk felt heat soar
to his lower region.

the canvas was grabbed
from his hands, somewhere along
the line- but jeongguk was too
busy staring at his perfect face.

wishing he'd turn him
around and-

"i don't know why you ever
put yourself down, sweet."

taehyung's dark eyes scanned
the canvas with interest.
he'd never seen someone so
intrigued by his work before.

it made his heart swell.

"it's awful, there's nothing
here that shows off
what i can do." jeongguk looked
at the floor shyly. it was true,
his piece wasn't awful,
but he always felt like there was
something lacking.

"you've got to be fucking
joking." taehyung grumbled,
gaze trailing back onto the
younger.

"sir?"

"it's beautiful. i don't know
why you'd ever try to hide
something so breath taking."
taehyung shook his head in disbelief.

was it really that good?

"mr k-kim. you gave everyone
a noun to paint. freestyle. if
i had something like that, maybe
i could have done better, i-i could
have portrayed my ideas a little
clearer, a-at least to you-" he
rambled, cheeks flushed yet
again, embarrassed.

"i see everything you were
thinking," taehyung chuckled,
stare still transfixed on the younger's
artwork. "if i'd have given you anything different, it would have been unfair
to you. you're perfect."

'perfect.'

dear god.

jeongguk was going to
melt into a fucking puddle and he wouldn't even be able to resurrect himself this time.

taehyung hadn't given him a noun.

he'd given him an adjective.

his classmates had been given objects, like the galaxies and planets and nebulas. words that were simple to draw and paint. 

whereas he'd been given... 'celestial.'

it was hard to picture, his
thoughts were jumbled
and incoherent. jeongguk
had trouble even getting his
thoughts down on paper,
to begin. it wasn't meant
to be like this. he was
supposed to be good at it all.
he was supposed to be the best.
the best... for taehyung.

he wished he hadn't
come to talk to him.
he wished so, so bad. 

he didn't want his teacher
to see him in his weakest state.

he wanted to be good for him.

jeongguk had painted the world.

grey, green and navy splotches against the pristine white canvas, abstract in its form. surrounding the earth was a distorted angel of sort, pale cloths wrapped around a human like structure, evident only from the peachy glow of pigment that resembled something of the sort. the sheets of white had engulfed the angles half of the world in a tender embrace. If seen form one side. Then the other was formless and dull- a dark figure emerging from the deep shadows, crushed by the light. A black hand scratched at the waters, at the angles clothes, dragging it down into the depths of hell. from another side, the angel was screaming, you could see it now, ebony splattered across the second half of the canvas as bloodshed. the angel howling in pain from the hand that strangled it's small ankle. the bleakness merged with the inky waters to form a lake of pure black, deprived of light. they circled the earth like light and dark, day and night.

it was... something.

jeongguk thought so, anyway.

"i'm not letting you
change anything." taehyung
stared him down.

"why?" the smaller
pleaded. he wanted to
start over, he wanted to
impress taehyung more.

he was better than... this.

"because even i could never
paint something so ethereal."

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I'm a clown, I know- sorry for not updating in fucking yearssssss

when did this shit reach 15k