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the second week of
arts and crafts club was a little...
quieter
than jeongguk had expected.

usually, mr kim had a bright, jovial
smile on his face and
he'd be wandering
around, observing everyone's
progress, doing his
oh-so-important teacherly duties.

disappointment settled in the teen's
gut when the man sat himself
down at his desk and made everyone
carry on with their work after explaining
the instructions. jeongguk didn't want him
to spend every second of the day
staring at him, he just wanted
to hold his attention for a little
while, just a tiny bit longer.

apparently that was too much
to ask.

so, he absently
continued to roll the thin pieces
of paper between his nimble
fingers, trying his level best
to ignore the nagging feeling
in his chest. every so often,
his gaze would flicker up for
a few brief seconds just to see
whether mr kim would bother
noticing him; nothing.
he was too preoccupied with
something else.

his hopes were up in the
clouds somewhere, floating
about in the heavens with his
celestial thoughts, taehyung was
an angel, untouchable, so
far away and out of reach;
jeongguk was stranded on earth.
alone.

"why'd you keep
staring at mr kim?" max
quietly whispered in jeongguk's
ear, his disheveled brown locks
tickling the teen's earlobe and
the boy realised then that he didn't
particularly know how to answer
that question without the truth.

the truth was frightening.

"what- m'not staring."
he mumbled, quickly averting
his gaze back to the vibrant
pieces of card at his fingertips,
anywhere, anywhere but at taehyung.

"yea you were." max said this
as a matter of fact and indeed,
he was right. he really had
to snap out of it or this wouldn't
end well. "you're always starin'"

"shhh," the older boy put a finger
to his lips, silently beckoning the
year seven to shut his mouth
before mr kim heard something
embarrassing about him.
"keep it down.. please?" he was
practically begging, he couldn't
believe himself, how absurd.

max simply shrugged his
shoulders and reached for the
sticky white pva glue to dab
some onto his bright orange card.

jeongguk wouldn't flatter with
him with his own opinion
on the choice of his colours because
the kid looked like he was having
far too much fun, the teen wished
he could have the same fun, just to
relax his head a little bit or something,
something to concentrate on
other than things that shouldn't have
mattered to him.

once the session had ended,
jeongguk made sure to pack away
as slowly as he could, made sure to
wander around every single table
to pick up the rubbish, made sure
to bend over multiple times, okay,
yes, perhaps a little bit of harmless
attention seeking here and there
but none of that
really seemed to matter because
mr kim didn't bat an eyelash in
his direction at all.

not that he would.

who was jeongguk kidding,
he didn't care about him in
the slightest and it would
certainly stay that way.

he gave up, dumping the
rubbish in the bin beside the
door, hand resting on
the door knob contemplating
whether or not to turn around
to thank mr kim.

it'd be the polite thing to
do, but then he wondered
if the man even wanted to
talk to him- he was probably
going through something, he
wasn't usually like this.
then again, what did jeongguk
really know of him?

he was just about to
turn around, figuring it was
worth a shot, better than nothing
at this point.

but jeongguk didn't have to
come to a decision.

mr kim had already done it for him.

jeongguk's heart stopped.

a large, long arm
cast a cascading shadow down
his chest as a veiny hand came
into view up ahead,
closing the door shut
with a tranquil click,
from above.

taehyung.

taehyung.

taehyung was right
behind him.

so close
that he could feel the
subtle warmth of his body,
radiating on his back.
so close that the
hairs on the nape
of his neck stood erect
with each
breath of hot air that escaped his
perfect lips.
so close that his scent,
fresh lime and musky
sandalwood tinged
in that masculine haze of his.
jeongguk let it waft
under his nose.

his lashes fluttered shut
as he inhaled it.

breathed
in every bit of him,
everything.

taehyung was so, so close.

when jeongguk turned,
he wasn't expecting anything
but a metre or so between them.
he wished for it.
but he didn't get it.

his breath was knocked from him
from their intimacy.

taehyung's face was nearer than
it had ever been before;
jeongguk took in every inch of him,
every crease, blemish, hue,
every colour every single crevice
that his eyes could roam, jeongguk
took it in as though it were
the last time he'd ever see him.

the man towered above him
like a skyscraper, his frame
dwarfing jeongguk, every inch
of his skin was on view, the
dip of his collar bone, his
pretty cupid's bow that
rested above his sloping
ruby red lips, the short
whisps of pitch black hair
that framed his strong,
prominent features; he'd felt
small but this.. this was something
different, he wasn't just smaller
than him, he made him feel so
fucking...

fragile.

dainty.

helpless beneath him.

taehyung's gaze,
dark and assessing,
seeing and seeking
so much, everything that
he yearned to see for a few split
seconds, everything he wanted to
see, everything he needed. his irises held light, flickering flames of sweet fire swimming about
in an inky puddle of the black void that
jeongguk  knew he would get
lost in for infinity.

this was so
dangerous.

"mr kim," jeongguk
breathed, his knees already
felt weak at their new found
proximity. all it would take
would be a millisecond
for jeongguk to make the wrong
move and drag his face forward.
it'd be the end, for sure.

"yes, darling."

god.

his voice was
heaven, definitely, deep, soft,
husky in its tone, the teen felt
his chuckle deep within his bones,
despite this, it was nothing but
a soft whisper, hot air against
his cheek. why was it that it
was burning? that jeongguk
was burning, collapsing at the
mere thought of taehyung's
hot lips on his neck.
god, he wanted to cry from
what he called him, he shouldn't
be allowed to do that, he
shouldn't be allowed to
make him cry.

the younger gasped as a large, cold
hand rested on the side of
his face, cupping it as though
it were nothing, he handled
him like a porcelain doll, so
easy to destroy. yet his fragments
were shards that could cut. his grip
was firm enough to prevent
him from breaking, he held him
in his place.

"tell me." mr kim spoke lowly.
"why you find it so dire to
seek my attention."

fuck, what on earth
was happening?

"i-i don't know what
you mean, sir-"
his words were jumbled in his
head, incoherent thoughts.
nothing made any sense,
head spinning in a haze,
lust milling about between them.

"i think you know every well
what i mean..." the man trailed
off.
jeongguk felt long
thin fingers grip haphazardly at
his dark locks, he let out a soft
whimper as his head was dragged
back, throat jutted out on view.
how could he be so exposed before
him, this was surreal,
nothing he'd ever dared to dream
off; the feeling of
mr kim's cold lips, tickling his ear
said so enough.
"sweetheart."

jeongguk wanted to
sob.

"i'm s-sorry-"
he stumbled over his
words, heart screaming against
his chest as he tired desperately
to comprehend the situation,
their conversation, their contact,
his skin, taehyung's burning
skin that felt like bliss every time
it would brush his own, this had
to stop, this had to-

taehyung's tongue fell in
contact with the dip of his neck.

"jeongguk."

fuck.

what?

jeongguk snapped out of
his trance, eyes clearing as
his vision focused on the
recycling bin
he had just shoved the papers
inside.

what on earth-

taehyung.

taehyung-

taehyung, fuck-

"are you okay?"

the teen swung his
head to the side to
see where the voice
was coming from, where
on earth mr kim was.

he was in his desk.

on the other side of
the classroom.

god, what the
fuck was wrong with him?

was that all in
his head?

this had gotten out
of hand. the small boy
clenched his fists into
tight balls, praying to
god that mr kim hadn't
had a chance to get a
glimpse of his flushed face.

how long had he been stood
there for? this was so, so bad.

his eyes widened at the
thought of everything that
replayed in his mind.

he'd just fantasized about
his teacher.

right in front of him.

this couldn't get any worse.

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imagine this as a yaoi. you're welcome.