𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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"I swear they were fighting here a minute back," Gyeong explained, turning to a lost Taehyung.

After finding herself being clueless and kinda worried about you just latching onto a dude and snogging him, she thought it would be best to call for back up. That's right! Kim Taehyung. He had been clicking an old couple sharing a croque madame when Gyeong approached him. Apparently, you'd had a horny fit and gone off with a tall guy who possessed muscles of an Australian kangaroo but face of a puppy.

Tae was lowkey sus about who this person could be.

Not just sus, he was definitely sure. But, it was so unpredictable. Out-of-blue. Unexpected. For him to surface again. He could feel all emotions surge through him at once.

"Did the guy have an arm full of tattoos? Asian-looking?" Tae asked Gyeong, already knowing her answers. She blushed before answering, recalling the man's face. A tad bit too handsome to be real.

"He had his shirt sleeves folded, so I could only see his arms. He did have a ton of tattoos. He's for sure Korean, I read his name in the brochure. Jeon?" She walked fast next to Tae, trying to keep his pace cause this man was freaking tall too. He was rushing towards the red coloured stall she had pointed out.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" She swore she saw Tae's eyes watering with emotions. He ran into the stall, to see the legendary glory created by the artist's hands. A smile unknowingly curled on his face, an undeniable feeling of relief settled in. A load had been lifted off his shoulders. "Oh, my God."

"What? Why are you smiling? Are you sure Miss Kim is safe?"

"There's no other place in the world where she'd be more safe," Tae whispered, breath stolen by the mind boggling art created by his former high school teacher.

It had been years. He tried to move on in life, but the memories of him ruining your love story always came haunting back. He didn't stay your friend to make up for his mistake, nor for his promise to Mr. Jeon about staying with you. But, because he genuinely liked you and cared for you, as a person. No romantic feelings.

As you both eased into an area safe to be called friendship, he realised he had only been attracted to you, physically. When time passed and both of you spent time with each other, tried to find happiness in each other's company did he realise that now he loved you. As a person. He loved you as a person in his life. Not like a life partner. Yet, he knew no one, not even his own self, would ever forgive him for snitching to the principal back in the day. It was not a wrong thing to do but he could have asked for your opinion and feelings first.

Teachers and students aren't meant to mingle in school and he's still very much against it, of course. But, maybe, maybe, you and Mr. Jeon had been different. Mr. Jeon wasn't a pedophile nor did he have any gross motives to achieve with you. He was really in love. The I'm-in-this-for-life kind of love.

"Who is he?" She couldn't help her curiosity anymore.

Tae stilled, stalked for time. He didn't know how to answer without sounding totally wrong. This was a story which was like no other, and no one but you could do it justice.

"He's...the most amazing man I've ever met."

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Your hands fumbled on the key card while trying to press it on the lock to open the hotel room. His lips kicked you in at the click sound of it unlocking.

You're lost in sinful blasphemy as his thunders strike back. Bracing hands in his locks of hair, breath galloping through a never-ending field, you hung on for dear life. You'd just gotten your hands on the most precious treasure in the world, no matter what comes, you're not letting it go away again.