falling for your art teacher was never a good idea. jeon jeongguk learnt that the hard way.
a blossoming friendship between an art prodigy and a typical highschool art teacher.
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#1 in vkook 03/04/2020
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"my name is mr kim, but you can call me taehyung because I'm barely a few years older than you all, i hate formalities, and i doubt the headteacher comes down to this shitty department that often, so i don't exactly see any reason as to why you can't."
well... jeongguk certainly wasn't expecting that.
hearing mr kim- no- taehyung curse was electrifying.
and it was true, he barely looked a day over twenty with glowing skin like that.
how is he already a qualified teacher then?
the class murmured in surprise at the man's abrupt nonchalance, some girls whispering about how hot he was, boys high-fiving each other underneath the tables because he seemed laid back and relaxed, unlike mrs light.
speaking of mrs light, where was the woma-?
"mrs light is on her maternity leave, so lucky for you folks, you're stuck with me for the rest of the year," taehyung leaned back on the teachers desk, reaching a large hand out to weave its way through his soft, silver locks.
it was a godly sight. it really was.
the class began murmuring with excitement, happy that mrs light was gone and excited because taehyung seemed charismatic, prosperous.
"that doesn't mean you can sit off," taehyung added sternly, silencing the wild, boisterous students in mere seconds. "though, i will admit, i do like to do things a little different." taehyung ruthlessly smirked again, gaze wandering over to where jeongguk sat.
what did he mean by that? and why was he staring at jeongguk again? for god sake, his dick was hard enough it was.
jeongguk blushed profusely under his fierce gaze, turning his attention back to his own pathetic painting.
there must be something on my face. yeah, thats it.
there's something on your face, gguk, you're not special.
taehyung turned around suddenly and snatched a pen from the desk to scribble something down on the white board.
jeongguk lifted his gaze again and furrowed his brows.
'space.'
taehyung underlined it.
and then he turned around to face the confused pupils.
"our new topic; the final topic on your course work, the last section of your graded portfolio and the one that you'll be examined on at the end of the summer term," the students nodded in agreement, jeongguk spied a glint of satisfaction in taehyung's dark eyes.
