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
// art work on cover is not mi...
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they arrived back home in the early hours of the evening.
twilight spilled across the blooming roses in his friend's front garden, their leaves glistening with a sheen of pinkish dust from the crouching sun's rays, pouring whatever warmth it possessed within it's grasp down onto the pitch earth before crumbling away past the horizon and letting the inky sky engulf the world in a tender darkness.
jeongguk was tired, taehyung knew this from his heavy, half-hooded eyes and his short one-worded replies that he'd given him on the bus journey home.
hoseok and yoongi had already left, he'd told taehyung to heat up the pasta he'd made for him that afternoon, a tiny note on the fridge with a small squiggle of a smiley face that made the younger man smile.
taehyung had told jeongguk to take a shower whilst he put the dish in the oven, gazing out of the kitchen window at the moonlit grass and the immaculate flowerbeds and the small amateur nursery where hobi grew his herbs and beans. it was wholesome to say the least.
he didn't want this to end. he wanted this eternal joy he felt raging in his heart to burn forever, he needed the warmth, craved it.
god, this had to stop.
this guilt that flickered in his head.
it was irritation, he knew he shouldn't be dismissing so easily but he couldn't help it.
it was the pure moments he spent with jeongguk that let his toxic thoughts fade.
moments he spent with him that felt like utter bliss at his fingertips. he could sit with him and talk to him and gaze at him for an eternity.
he had infinity at hands reach because time had no known meaning when he was in the boy's presence.
it was all too perfect to be true.
"smells good," the small boy said, swinging his arms at his side as he awkwardly took his seat at the dining table.
taehyung tired not to smile at the sight of his fluffy pink pajamas.
"thanks to chef hoseok, yes." taehyung mused. "i can't cook for shit."
"language, taehyung." jeongguk teased, kicking his leg back and forth. he looked at him with an innocent glint in his eye, head resting in his palms as he watched the older wander about the kitchen.
god, where did he find this boy?
"alright, i'm a hypocrite, nothing new there." taking the piping hot dish out of the oven and placing it carefully on the cooling wrack on the table, he hoped jeongguk wouldn't dwell on that sentence longer than necessary. jeongguk dug in pretty quickly, spooning the pasta onto his plate.
