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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"that was somewhat impressive, kid." taehyung drawled, voice like growling thunder in a pitch night sky.
jeongguk is sure that he isn't trying to sound attractive or anything... but he was so attractive.
kim taehyung didn't even have to try; he just simply was.
"where did you learn to speak with such liberty?" taehyung let go of the smaller boy's hand; jeongguk feeling cold once more.
liberty?
well, he certainly wouldn't have described it like that. sure, his 'speech' had a slight twist of his own flavour and he was definitely speaking from the depths of his teenage heart, but the words that spilled from his thin lips were valid and described him perfectly and the way that he did his art more than anything else in the world. he wasn't free, not in this unjust society of a world but he had his own rights and principles that he set himself. and self respect. he gave himself a lot of that, to be sure.
jeongguk felt awkward, but he did not want to answer back.
heck, he didn't know how to. how was he supposed to respond to taehyung's vague, generic excuse of a question?
"i'm observant." he manages to mumble, before shyly ducking his head again; away from the fierce gaze.
he doesn't really know what he meant by that, he guessed it was better to leave it up to taehyung to interpret.
and interpret he does.
"i know," the man whispered, and jeongguk didn't know whether to be delighted or creeped out, though he didn't have the time to make up this decision before taehyung spoke again, and he jumped slightly. "at least... that's what mrs light told me, anyway."
mrs light actually aknowledged him beyond lessons?
when, where, why, who, what?
jeongguk found it rather strange how in all of the five years that he had been at this shitty school, none of the teachers, not even one, had ever spoke of him outside the classroom, let alone confronted him about it.
his head shot up in shock at taehyung's statement. "she talked about me?"
taehyung raised a neatly groomed eyebrow, rather unimpressed before replying with a calm, silvery, "of course."
jeongguk looked up once more to find that taehyung was still staring at him. he hadn't stopped. as much as he wanted to shake the feeling off, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
hot.
almost.
"she liked you," taehyung smirked and joengguk wanted him to do it again.
"you were her favourite student. she said you were the only one in the class that took art seriously. that's admirable considering how difficult and draining it is, kid." taehyung gives him a weary, heavy gaze.
he understood exactly how difficult it was, not many people did and jeongguk liked that about him.
"i've liked it since i was really young." jeongguk lets out a shaky breath.
"i can tell," then, taehyung is staring at his painting and the smaller boy began to feel extremely self conscience. "i've never seen anyone quite paint like you; especially at such a young age, you're different, kid."
that would be one way to describe it.
one in a million.
but before jeongguk could reply, taehyung stalked back to his desk. .
that was the longest double lesson of art he had ever had.
