SPACE ;; TAEGGUK

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mr kim didn't
show up to class today.

not that jeongguk particularly cared.

it wasn't like he'd been staring at
the clock for the last fifteen minutes,
watching the delicate needle
to gently tick by, it was painfully
slow, he was itching to run,
to quit waiting for his form
period to end so he could hastily
sprint down the corridor
to the opposite end of the
school. (curse the inconvenient
distance, the trouble it posed.)
it wasn't like he was going
to talk to mr kim about anything,
there wasn't really anything
to talk about in particular.

his dismay was evident from
the scowl that soon fell upon his
thin lips when he spied the empty
teacher's desk.

jeongguk eventually forced
himself to think nothing of
it because he was probably sick,
at home, in bed, with his beloved
girlfriend or whatever.

of course, he failed
miserably. his heart leaped
everytime a student opened
the classroom door to come
inside.

every flash
of a mauve blue blazer, his chest
would constrict, every tap
of hard shoes against the
floor his pulse would roar,
every uneven breath he breathed,
he knew that it was because of
mr kim and mr kim only.

carefully flicking through the
inky pages of his fragile portfolio,
jeongguk sighed. why on earth was
it that he felt so down? it wasn't like
mr kim would magically arrive through
the door because he cared about
jeongguk that much. it simply wasn't
going to go that way.

he figured that he'd have to
push forward, it wasn't that he had
a chance with taehyung in the first
place and nothing about that fact
had changed in the month and
a half that he had known the man.

he continued on with
one of his studies. it wasn't a
particularly interesting piece, just
a star going supernova that jeongguk
had expressed in a million hues
of fuschias, yellows and deep purples
that stuck out amongst eachother
like a sore thumb. there'd be no
use blending, it'd turn to a terrible
mush of brown. he'd concentrated
the blinding white in the centre where
there was little to be seen, the core
bursting into an inferno of
psychedelic pigments, bleeding against
the crisp, stark white
of the thick paper.

the boy had sketched his initial
interpretation of the image
and had decided
that he'd settle for watercolours with
such a breathtaking piece. of course,
against mr kim's will but jeongguk
couldn't care less, he knew that he
was more than capable.
that's all that mattered.
he knew that he could do it.

"that's fucking stunning."
jimin craned his neck around to
gaze down at jeongguk's piece.
the teen would have
blushed or something
but he wasn't really feeling
himself today, wasn't really feeling
himself since he'd talked to mr kim.
he'd tried to hide his disappointment
and he'd done a pretty fine job of it
until he left the classroom and
his shoulders had dropped, his face,
crestfallen as he leaned against the
wall beside the door. he had to
stop fantasising, it'd do more damage
than good...