Rhymes || Taekook

Jungkook

Kids, the most moldable of all beings. You make a seven year old believe you are god, he will worship you for all his life. One should be cautious of every word leaving their mouth when they are in presence of a child. You never know what those little angels make out of it, they can think of heaven as the most beautiful place or they might take it as a prison for them with strict rules made by god. They don't have any judgement in them, they just want love like any being that's why they are the purest of all with no dark desire in them. 

No one ever grows out of their childhood. The child stays in them forever, some times blooming and happy, while sometimes scared and wounded. That's why, I never make difference between a seven year old or a seventeen year old. They both are the same for me. And I love them the same, just how a seven year old needs someone to understand their fascination and curiosity, a seventeen year old too, needs someone to acknowledge their achievement and feelings. The biggest sin one can ever do is by ripping someone off the child in them and caging it inside them forcefully. 

Children are angels without wings and I am quite fond of angels and fairytales. Maybe that's why, I have given half of my life to these angels. It's been 15 years since I started teaching and engaging with kids and now I am 30, still a teacher with the same morals. My life has no regrets. I don't regret a moment in my life.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon!" 

The same class, the same faces but still it makes me excited when I look forward to every day's class. I give a acknowledging nod to them before they sit back on their place. "Good morning, everyone! Hmm, where did we stop yesterday? Anyone has any clue?" I acted as if I am searching for the page though I have obviously bookmarked the page when a few voices told me what I wanted. 

"Aren't you all so attentive in class? Brilliant children!" With that I started my class and my day both. In the mid of teaching I noticed a boy was missing and it made me worried for some reason because I know from which household he belongs to. "Bora, why Siun is absent today?" Bora just shrugged innocently at my question before going back to note down the answers. 

He must be not feeling well today. Should I call his mother? I sho- "Excuse me, Mr. Jeon." The principal's voice disturbed my thoughts and my students both. I dismissed the students, sending them back to study before leaving the class for a moment as principal's arrival is usually something serious. It was then I noticed a man standing beside him in the hallway. As tall as me, onyx eyes with natural black hair. He was staring at me just how I was, taking in as much as he can with his eyes. 

"Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim here wants to have a talk with you and he is a cop so please cooperate." The principal informed me taking me by surprise. What did I do for a handsome cop to visit me? Did I just call him handsome? Well, he is cute but handsome too. "Me? Sure.... must have been the signal I broke yesterday." I murmured the last line to myself but a lil cough from the cop told me he heard that well and clear. Damn! Am I getting arrested now? 

The principal left us alone and just then the bell rang of the second lecture. I didn't had to go back in class because this was my free time. "Let's go to my cabin...or you want to talk in-" "No no...I mean, yeah cabin would be lot better." His voice was deep, surely surprising for the baby face. 

We both walked to my cabin and strangely, he closed the door behind. Is he an idiot? If he thinks he can corner me then he is wrong, I can fold his lean figure without breaking a sweat. "So, are you here for the signal I broke? I am so-" My rambling got cut off as he threw a newspaper on my table. I looked up at him with questioning look to which he just pointed at the headline. Taking the newspaper I read the headline and just as I read the name 'Kim Kihun' and 'dead' in the same sentence a gasp left my lips. No wonder Siun didn't come to school today. "How? I mean, oh no...Siun." Dread filled in me thinking about the lil boy but I felt no remorse about his father.

Kim Sihun got what he was asking for. "What do you think about it?" The cop demanded and I couldn't stop myself from letting out what I actually felt at the moment. "Good that he died." My words surely took the man by surprise as he looked more interested now the way he leaned over to the table. "And why do you say so, Mr. Jeon Jungkook?"

 The way he took my full name made me frown at him. What does he mean with that tone? He must have read my face because he quickly explained himself, "Ah! Sorry, just wanted to feel how your name sounds on my tongue." 

 "Why? Wanna moan it tonight?" 

Awkward silence. Jeon Jungkook you had to use our tongue! Why the hell did I say that, he is burning with shame as his whole face is bright pink. Oh man! He looks so cute! "Uhm, sorry about that, I swear I am not like this always, I don't know what's wrong with me today!" I cried out with embarrassment holding my head between my hands as I paced back and forth when he too stood up for some reason resulting in me stumbling on to him as I turned. 

"Ow fuc-" I cursed as we both tumbled over the table, my hands wrapping around his waist on reflex when he gripped my shirt collar. I looked at him as he had his eyes closed with the impact while being bend over the table under me. I gulped feeling his waist under my palm, so fucking small. He looks so small under me, baby like pink lips-

"Mr. Je-Oh my god!!" A woman's shrill voice broke the train of my thoughts which made both of us panic. In rush he tried to push me but I am no less than a hulk so I didn't waver at all, instead I stood up and pulled him up with me. My arm was still holding him by waist until I looked at Miss Choi who was staring at my hand around him. I quickly pulled myself back and turned to the man instead. 

"Are you fine? I am so sorry with all what just happened, I promise I am not like this ever! I just don't know....I am really-" I pleaded as I desperately tried to mend my mistake and image that I have ruined just in matter of a few minutes. "Please, it's alright. Don't fret about it. I-it's nothing." He assured me while he himself was blushing like a rose in front of me. We both passed nervous, awkward smiles until Miss Choi cleared her throat taking our attention. Right, she is about to make a deal out of it, I just know it.

"Jungkook-ssi...what is all this? Are you gay?" There goes my mind. I swear I am the most chilling person you will ever meet but I don't stand a few categories of people like- racist, homophobic, heterophobic, they somehow manage to get on my every possible nerves in my body.

"No...I am Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. And I like men, pure breed of men with XY chromosomes."