𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. | taekook

33. | twisted in lies

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, IMPLIED SEXUAL CONTENT, AND REFERENCES TO PANIC ATTACKS, CHEATING AND SEXUAL CONTENT

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"Missed me, sweetheart?"

Taehyung props his feet up on the teacher's wooden desk, ignoring the way she subtly rolls her eyes to the right. He runs another hand through his hair and relaxes into the leather chair, staring at the teacher with hooded eyes.

"Stick to Miss, Taehyung," Miss Shin sighs, propping her elbows onto the table, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I called you here to talk about your grades. I'm really worried about you, Tae."

"What's there to worry about?" Taehyung chuckles, playing with the strings of his black hoodie.

Miss Shin gestures for him to take his feet off of her desk and Taehyung complies with a frustrated groan. She pushes a file towards him and Taehyung snatches it, scanning over the black ink with curious eyes.

He peeks over the top of the file and locks eyes with the blonde teacher, noticing that her face is covered in worry. Taehyung slightly frowns and puts the file back onto the table, casually shrugging his shoulders, pretending that his heart isn't racing at how awful his grades are.

"You're failing in every subject, Tae," She sighs, flipping the file open. "The highest grade you've gotten is an E. That's not impressive and that won't get you into a single university."

"What about it?"

"I want to see these grades improving. That's why I've hired you a personal tutor," She pauses, glancing at Taehyung to see his reaction, but she can't determine it. "Your first session with him is tomor-"

"There's no way I'm doing that."

The blonde teacher rolls her eyes once again at her student's stubborn behaviour, massaging her temples to calm herself down. She would love to just flip out and snap at Taehyung for being so bratty all the time, but she isn't prepared to get fired today.

"Well, why not? He's really smart and he offered to tutor you!"

"Thanks, but I've already got a tutor," Taehyung snaps, mind filling with the image of a smiley Jungkook. "I'm not replacing my tutor for some dick-sucking twink. Thanks for the offer, though."

Taehyung pushes himself away the leather chair and stands up, snatching his black backpack with a scowl. He fastens it over his shoulder and stares down at his frowning teacher, noticing that her eyes are growing teary.

He starts to feel a little bad.

"What's wrong?" Taehyung asks, poking his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue.

"I really need these grades to improve. You're slipping and it's worrying me," Miss Shin frowns, resting her head in her hands. "If you've got such a good tutor, I want to see your grades improve in the next two weeks."

"Okay?"

"You'll take a pop quiz in two weeks time. It will cover a small portion of each subject and if you don't score over 50%.. the principal is on the brink of suspending you."

Taehyung feels anger course his veins and he rolls his eyes, storming out of her office. He ignores the various students that lust onto him, deciding to keep his attention on one person and one person only.

Jungkook.

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