previously known as 'my teacher taehyung'
dark romance|
a tale in which a girl gets more than she bargains for when she develops feelings for whom she thought was her teacher.
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AGE GAP.
SEXUAL CONTENT.
MENTAL ILLNESS. (Trigger Warnings!)
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|Taehyung|
Spring break was in full swing as the month of March had ended before it even started.
For some odd reason sleeping became a difficulty, constantly tossing and turning in the sheets. I couldn't peacefully fall asleep as if something was bothering my conscious. Saniya's face plagued my thoughts. Early that Saturday morning I abruptly woke up out of my restless slumber turning to my night table checking my phone to see any messages from Saniya.
I found it quite odd that she hasn't even attempted to call or text since she left Thursday night. My first thought being she was possibly grounded for something or too busy hanging out with her friends.
I put down my phone resting my back against the bed staring up at the ceiling above before drifting back to sleep trying hard not to overthink the situation.
Later that morning, I woke up to smell of scrambled eggs and fried bacon. I yawned stretching my arms as I exited out my bedroom entering inside the kitchen to see Jimin cooking up a storm.
"Good morning!" Jimin greeted warmly.
"Morning, since when you started cooking?" I asked taking a seat on the stool watching him. "Hyelin use to make some bomb ass omelets so I thought I could try and make some myself" Jimin used a fork offering me a bite. I opened my mouth tasting it only to spit it right back out.
"What the hell? That's disgusting"
"What is? I literally added all of her ingredients!"
"Was dog shit one of them? How do you ruin eggs?" I went straight to the sink washing out my mouth.
Jimin shrugged taking a bite only to gag seconds later. "Maybe your eggs are spoiled"
"My eggs aren't spoiled, you just can't cook" I flicked the back of his head.
Since breakfast was cancelled we decided to head out for lunch later that day.
During the drive to downtown Seoul, Jimin kept up the conversation talking about any and everything. I listened somewhat. Just like last night I couldn't keep my head straight. At every chance I had I checked my phone in hopes to see Saniya would at least shoot a random text. I texted her a few times and still no reply.
I couldn't wrap my head around why she wouldn't. This wasn't normally like her to go days without communication. Part of me scolded myself, was I becoming clingy? Maybe I should give her some space. It's only been two days, not two weeks.
