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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jeongguk came to the conclusion that he'd never met someone in his life that made him happier than the way mr made him feel.
call him delusional and blinded by the forbidden opiate of lust that fogged his senses and his sense of morale, but he knew, was well aware of what he was getting himself into.
dangerous waters.
it frightened him that he didn't care for the slightest. it frightened him even more so that he was putting so much trust into this man that he was so foolishly falling for. but could it be helped? of course not.
no one with the right mind would be stupid enough to deter themselves from their drunken, hazy fantasies of him. it simply wasn't an achievable task for the average soul. not when there was a literal god before your very eyes.
jeongguk was drowning in his thoughts yet again.
yesterday.
yesterday mr kim had given him the surprise of his life.
really, he hadn't thought the man could become anymore attractive at all but somewhere, somehow, he'd managed to tug at jeongguk's heartstrings. mind you, he was wasn't in the most emotionally stable position and perhaps that's what made it even less believable, but jeongguk seemed to be head over heels for him if he was going to go so far as to euphemise the situation.
he was in deep trouble.
the small smile that had crept onto the boy's lips from the previous afternoon had never really left.
even his mother noticed at the dinner table as he absently pushed his food around his plate. the teen was so sure that he wasn't making it obvious- or perhaps it was, he didn't really know. but one thing was for certain.
jeongguk was happier than he'd ever been in a long time.
for that, he was immensely thankful.
"i take it he's told you." his mum chuckled softly, eyeing her son wearily.
jeongguk hummed in response, not really being able to comprehend the situation, not really needing to because everything that concerned mr kim seemed to be a fantasy, a dream- like reality.
"if you accepted because you feel guilty about not spending enough time with me, i can assure you that i understand, mum." he gave her a weak smile as he stared at his distorted reflection in the glass beside his plate.
"oh, ggukie..." she began. "it's not that. i- just want you to be happy, love. you've been going on about that painting for so long, it was time that i opened my eyes to realise how it meant to you. how much it meant-"
