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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"jeongguk, will you get the door for me love?" his mother's sweet voice rang out from the kitchen.
it was a typical late sunday afternoon, jeongguk sprawled across the couch, absently watching the avengers on the television and doing all things unproductive. he was procrastinating. yes, he had a lot to do, yes he was shoving everything that he should be worrying about aside and passing time as though he had an infinite amount of it in the palm of his hand. (he really didn't, despite wishing so.)
his mind of course, was elsewhere, snapping out of his long trance as his gaze flickered over the ceiling, sighing.
he just couldn't bring himself to do anything, it seemed like such an effort, he had zero motivation, he was drowsy and tired and his head was constantly spinning these days- it wasn't like he had anything to stress over in the first place, anyways.
and taehyung.. god, taehyung.
he seemed to be the centre of his happiness and the centre of his problems, there was no barrier that jeongguk hadn't crossed. he shouldn't be thinking of his teacher in the way that he always did, he shouldn't be dreaming about him, heck, he shouldn't be touching himself with him in mind. it had just occured to him how awfully unacceptable this all was. if mr kim were to ever find out about his newly acquired feelings for him then his reputation would be in tatters.
every inch of his skin burned at the thought of him.
"who is it, mum?" he groaned, reaching under his bottom for the tv remote. the ravenette waited for an answer from her but he didn't get one, so, he sat up and turned off the television, and rose up from his seat. they didn't usually have visitors unless it was one of his mother's friends, unlikely, jeongguk was usually informed before anyone was coming over.
it would never be one of his own friends.
jeongguk didn't have any friends.
running a hand through his hair, he gingerly trudged to the door.
ever so lazily, he absently unlocked it and turned the handle, gaze meeting the strangers abnormally well polished shoes.
how strange.
who wore shoes like that on a sunday? ohhh, he'd probably been to church or something, either that or this guy had a very peculiar sense of fashion. not that jeongguk was judging his eyes wandered up his body, and he didn't forget to appreciate his style, he had some and it was actually pretty hot. the man wore simple black trousers and a pristine white dress shirt that did wonders for his waist, tan skin on show from his rolled up sleeves, his hands were tucked deep within his pockets with nonchalance, aura proud, confident and wow- was jeongguk checking him out?
