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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"i'm nervous." jeongguk admitted.
the tiny boy tightened the straps of his backpack as taehyung knocked on the door before them.
of course he was nervous.
why wouldn't he be?
he was mere seconds away from meeting a woman that he'd looked up to and idolised for the majority of his life. he was about to tell her how much she meant to him, how much she inspired him and encouraged him without her even realising so.
she gave him hope.
jeongguk only wanted to express his gratitude.
and this man beside him, this... glorious man,
he'd taken him right to her.
how he'd managed to cease such a massive place in his heart was feverishly baffling to the teen, had done so much and come so far with him that the younger was indebted to him. how would jeongguk ever repay him? not materialistically, of course. it seemed as though taehyung payed little heed to that. more so... spiritually.
how was he going to show him how much he meant?
anne lived in a small little town house, a bungalow. it was regular, nothing unique but still, ever so pretty.
"don't be, darling." taehyung spoke with that husky morning voice of his, he gave him a warm smile that mirrored the blinding sun in the early morning light. it's rays beamed upon him and from the corner of his eye, jeongguk was assured that they were kissing his cheeks, light prevalent everywhere he seemed to look.
jeongguk bit his lip and found himself gazing past taehyung's broad shoulders to the cascading, gravity- defying roses that crept up a crosshatched ladder perched on the side of the cracked plastered walls. his gaze flickered over the lush, crimson tainted petals that wrapped themselves effortlessly around eachother, cocooning themselves from the outside world. the sunshine lit them up as though they were on fire from one side, illuminated by hope.
as the teen's eyes wandered down to the stem where the beautiful flower was pinched, twisted and crafted with thorns that adorned their weaved stems that trickled down like a stream against the calloused brick beneath, he found his breath being knocked from him. jeongguk could barely see the thorns, he had to squint in order to make them out. they were ever so hidden and concealed by the pure deterring beauty of the flowers... but they were there. and when he saw them... they only enhanced the image.
the thorns intertwined with this perfect roses, it was so real.
a plum, jovial middle-aged woman opened the front door, her red-lipped smile was as warm and blinding as the sun; laugh as bright as could be.
