SPACE ;; TAEGGUK

twenty

the teen removed his butt
from the chair and let the
chubby girl sit down, walking to
the wall to lean against the
radiator. a few of them had
come in now, scattering themselves
across the classroom like mice.

most of them payed
no heed to jeongguk, they just
continues chatting like there
wasn't a year eleven staring them
down from the corner of the
room. jeongguk admired their
confidence; he wouldn't
dare look anyone above a year
eight in the eye if he were a
year seven.

but, there was one extra small
boy with cute glasses and curly
brown locks stood by
the door all alone, a small,
nervous pout on his lips.

jeongguk smiled before pushing
himself off the wall and making
his way towards him.

"hey there." he gave him a
warm smile which the smaller boy
returned. "you wanna come sit
with me? i'm pretty lonely."

he held out his hand for him to
take, which he eyes curiously before
doing just that. ever so gently,
jeongguk guided him to the
back of the class, sitting beside him,
before giving him another
warm grin.

"why are you here? i thought
arts and crafts club was for the
year sevens." he shifted his ebony
locks out of his face, big eyes wide
with curiosity.

"well," jeongguk began softly.
"don't tell anyone but i'm secretly
a year seven too." he whispered,
it had the boy giggling in a heartbeat.

"i'm the only boy here." the smaller
sighed, scanning the rest of the
people. it was true, they were all
girls, which was a little upsetting
because jeongguk expected more
boys to show up. "i'm max by the way."

"well, that makes two of us
now, max." he scrunched his hand
into a fist for a fist bump for him,
max eyed it wearily before he
too, returned it.

"i'm jeongguk-"

"oh mr kim's here." max quickly
whispered.

sure enough, taehyung
had arrived with yet another
box in his hand that he set
down on the table.

he always seemed to have
a box in his hands, nothing new
there, nothing really changed
about mr kim. ever, he always
looked the same, alluring,
charming, strong, confident,
and well put together. he knew
exactly what he was doing
with himself which was so,
so fucking attractive to jeongguk
that words couldn't explain the
adoration that he held for him.

but something was different.

mr kim had-

"do you know what we're
making today?" max asked.

jeongguk nodded slowly,
gaze transfixed on his teacher.

they never left, he tried so
hard to absorb the masterpiece
before him, every inch of his skin,
his clothes, his hair.

fuck.

taehyung had dyed his hair.

jeongguk physically couldn't
breathe.

his lungs refused to move,
air clogged in his throat.

he didn't think that he could
look any more masculine,
any more dominant, any more
intimidating-

christ, jeongguk wanted
to cry.

his silver locks had been
cut short, more of his eyes,
fierce and fine were on display
now, his cheekbones and
jawline  gorgeously sculpted,
jeongguk could see more of
his long, strong neck now,
honey skin that dipped beneath
the white of his collar. his suit
showed did more for his body
than his dress shirts ever had,
it accentuated his broad shoulders
his strong upper half, his long
legs, the power he held in his
gaze, everything, everything
about his was cruel perfection.
what had once been shining
silver strands were now replaced
with pitch ebony black.

lord, jeongguk was going to die,
he was going to die, he couldn't
take this anymore-

taehyung caught his eye.

and smirked.

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i'm sorry to the silver tae enthusiasts but it's time to step it up on the daddy scale 😔
also wtf u guys, there's over 1K comments on the previous chapter what is UP WITH THAT 😭😭😭 I LUV YOU ALL SO MUCH WTH 💜💜

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