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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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.
