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"you do know that
'help me with arts
and crafts club' is basically
an invitation to get
dicked down, jeongguk?!"
park jimin exclaimed,
packing his maths textbook
back inside his florescent
yellow backpack.

everything about him
was so bright and blinding,
his personality, his smile,
the words that came from
his mouth- they were always
so optimistic, it came to the
point that it frightened the
younger boy. to the extent
that he could barely even
comprehend what he was
saying.

"i really doubt that."

"the only reason i haven't
jumped at the opportunity is
because i am not wasting
my lunchtime with year sevens,
sorry about that jeon!"
the chubby-cheeked boy chirped,
eyes narrowed into patronising
crescents. if only he knew why
he was really doing it.

"it's fine, it's only half an
hour every week." jeongguk
shoved his pencil case inside
his own bag. he didn't know why
he was having this conversation
with park jimin, he always seemed
to be bothering him someway
or another but for some reason
that would probably remain
unknown, he hadn't told him
off yet.

progression? probably.

"yeah, i'm not going
to lie to you and say that
i'm not jelly because, like,
i'm a bit jelly but that's exactly
what i'm not saying."
jimin rambled, fiddling
with the tassels of his bag.

"okay jimin." jeongguk bit
back on a smile. he'd never
understand this boy, but the
truth was, it was slightly
entertaining.

"you have to tell me all
the details later-"

"but nothing's going
to happen? i'm helping
at an art club, park. i'm
not sucking his dick once
class ends." the smaller
boy rolled his eyes at the
comment. he had no idea
what frisky business was
going on in his head but
what he did know was
that he was one thirsty
kid.

"that's something i'd
do and you know it."

"yeah, i do." jeongguk
laughed, shaking his head
as he got up from his seat and
stared at his acquaintance.
he'd never really talked
to someone as much as he'd
talked to park jimin, sure it was
forced but nothing jeongguk
couldn't handle. at first, he'd
hated it, would have liked him to
back off and keep out of his way
but that didn't really work because
park jimin was for too clingy and
he wouldn't listen but after a
while, it wasn't too bad.

he was a bit dim in the
head but jeongguk found
it pretty funny, he had to give
him that.

"go get that dick, bye!"
jimin sang, skipping out of the
door.

jeongguk sighed and
picked up his other bag,
hooking it on his shoulder before
he too walked out of his maths class
and down the corridor towards
the art block.

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once he'd eaten his lunch,
jeongguk patiently sat, silently
waiting for the year sevens
to file in. taehyung hadn't
arrived yet and he was stuck
gazing up at the displayed
art work on the walls.

he'd never say they
were anything but exquisite.
everyday he saw them,
he'd admire them in his
head, told himself a silent
prayer of approval. not that the
pieces needed it so, art was
people's perspectives,
each painting was a student's
unique interpretation, it was
so interesting to take it. to
acknowledge that no two were
replicas. he could gaze at them
for an eternity, could absorb
the way they saw things
forever. jeongguk wished to
know their view point, their
vivid sight and their picture,
the sounds they heard,
the air they breathed, everything
they smelt, touched, felt.
he knew it all, he saw it all in the
portraits on the wall. so much
potential, so much room for
improvement, yet simultaneously,
so much talent.

he.. was dreading talking to
mr kim.

he didn't know where they
stood or where they
would stand for that matter.

whether or not he'd be
able to face him after
what he'd done the other
night. if taehyung ever found
out, he'd die of embarrassment.

he'd be six feet under.

jeongguk was assured that
his teacher didn't know,
so it was fine.

but jesus, his words
kept repeating themselves
in his head. they were
stuck there, replaying in
a continuous loop, the lust
that he'd felt in those few,
dire moments was unlike
anything he'd felt in his
life.

it was so, so wrong.

"hey mister!" a small voice
piped from beside him, jeongguk
quickly averting his gaze to the
tiny person that stood beside him.

a short girl with
flame red ginger hair and
a cute button nose frowned
down at him, her brows
furrowed her eyes flickered
over jeongguk.

"you're sat in my seat!"
she shrieked, pointing a
chubby hand at the older.

jeongguk widened his eyes
at her boisterous aura,
he followed her skinny arm
down to where she pointed,
was it really that much of a
problem to find another
seat? i mean come on how
petty could she be-

"get out of my seatttttt!"
she screamed, kicking the
back of jeongguk's
chair.

"okay, okay! geez." jeongguk
scoffed at her horrible attitude,
someone needed to talk
some sense into these damn
year sevens.

the teen removed his butt
from the chair and let the
chubby girl sit down, walking to
the wall to lean against the
radiator. a few of them had
come in now, scattering themselves
across the classroom like mice.

most of them payed
no heed to jeongguk, they just
continues chatting like there
wasn't a year eleven staring them
down from the corner of the
room. jeongguk admired their
confidence; he wouldn't
dare look anyone above a year
eight in the eye if he were a
year seven.

but, there was one extra small
boy with cute glasses and curly
brown locks stood by
the door all alone, a small,
nervous pout on his lips.

jeongguk smiled before pushing
himself off the wall and making
his way towards him.

"hey there." he gave him a
warm smile which the smaller boy
returned. "you wanna come sit
with me? i'm pretty lonely."

he held out his hand for him to
take, which he eyes curiously before
doing just that. ever so gently,
jeongguk guided him to the
back of the class, sitting beside him,
before giving him another
warm grin.

"why are you here? i thought
arts and crafts club was for the
year sevens." he shifted his ebony
locks out of his face, big eyes wide
with curiosity.

"well," jeongguk began softly.
"don't tell anyone but i'm secretly
a year seven too." he whispered,
it had the boy giggling in a heartbeat.

"i'm the only boy here." the smaller
sighed, scanning the rest of the
people. it was true, they were all
girls, which was a little upsetting
because jeongguk expected more
boys to show up. "i'm max by the way."

"well, that makes two of us
now, max." he scrunched his hand
into a fist for a fist bump for him,
max eyed it wearily before he
too, returned it.

"i'm jeongguk-"

"oh mr kim's here." max quickly
whispered.

sure enough, taehyung
had arrived with yet another
box in his hand that he set
down on the table.

he always seemed to have
a box in his hands, nothing new
there, nothing really changed
about mr kim. ever, he always
looked the same, alluring,
charming, strong, confident,
and well put together. he knew
exactly what he was doing
with himself which was so,
so fucking attractive to jeongguk
that words couldn't explain the
adoration that he held for him.

but something was different.

mr kim had-

"do you know what we're
making today?" max asked.

jeongguk nodded slowly,
gaze transfixed on his teacher.

they never left, he tried so
hard to absorb the masterpiece
before him, every inch of his skin,
his clothes, his hair.

fuck.

taehyung had dyed his hair.

jeongguk physically couldn't
breathe.

his lungs refused to move,
air clogged in his throat.

he didn't think that he could
look any more masculine,
any more dominant, any more
intimidating-

christ, jeongguk wanted
to cry.

his silver locks had been
cut short, more of his eyes,
fierce and fine were on display
now, his cheekbones and
jawline  gorgeously sculpted,
jeongguk could see more of
his long, strong neck now,
honey skin that dipped beneath
the white of his collar. his suit
showed did more for his body
than his dress shirts ever had,
it accentuated his broad shoulders
his strong upper half, his long
legs, the power he held in his
gaze, everything, everything
about his was cruel perfection.
what had once been shining
silver strands were now replaced
with pitch ebony black.

lord, jeongguk was going to die,
he was going to die, he couldn't
take this anymore-

taehyung caught his eye.

and smirked.

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