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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"you do know that 'help me with arts and crafts club' is basically an invitation to get dicked down, jeongguk?!" park jimin exclaimed, packing his maths textbook back inside his florescent yellow backpack.
everything about him was so bright and blinding, his personality, his smile, the words that came from his mouth- they were always so optimistic, it came to the point that it frightened the younger boy. to the extent that he could barely even comprehend what he was saying.
"i really doubt that."
"the only reason i haven't jumped at the opportunity is because i am not wasting my lunchtime with year sevens, sorry about that jeon!" the chubby-cheeked boy chirped, eyes narrowed into patronising crescents. if only he knew why he was really doing it.
"it's fine, it's only half an hour every week." jeongguk shoved his pencil case inside his own bag. he didn't know why he was having this conversation with park jimin, he always seemed to be bothering him someway or another but for some reason that would probably remain unknown, he hadn't told him off yet.
progression? probably.
"yeah, i'm not going to lie to you and say that i'm not jelly because, like, i'm a bit jelly but that's exactly what i'm not saying." jimin rambled, fiddling with the tassels of his bag.
"okay jimin." jeongguk bit back on a smile. he'd never understand this boy, but the truth was, it was slightly entertaining.
"you have to tell me all the details later-"
"but nothing's going to happen? i'm helping at an art club, park. i'm not sucking his dick once class ends." the smaller boy rolled his eyes at the comment. he had no idea what frisky business was going on in his head but what he did know was that he was one thirsty kid.
