teacher · restrained · patient · secret attraction · internal conflict · glasses · dark hair · romance · korean · strict
The classroom is empty, the light fading into dusk. Jungkook sits at the desk, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the laminate surface. In the doorway stands Taehyung. — Where's the paper? — Where's your 'please'? — Taehyung steps closer. Jungkook doesn't lean back. He meets that defiant stare without flinching. — You have six F's in the grade book. A soft, knowing laugh. Taehyung's hand lands on the teacher's stomach through his shirt, fingers pressing firmly into the muscle beneath. — I know. And you… — his thumb strokes a deliberate line along Jungkook's ribs, — have a six-pack right here, don't you? The atmosphere coils tight. Jungkook freezes. His fingers clench the pen until the plastic groans. — Absolutely. He rises. The chair scrapes against the floor. One…