My Teacher

•Week 1•

(A/n: The age and size of the characters in this book are false. I will stay close to their personalities though <3 )
Cover by citystruck

Taehyung POV

I groaned for the nth time today. I dreaded having PE first semester. My best friend was currently carrying me to the gym on his back since I refused to walk. I wasn't lazy, I just sucked at PE. Every time, I was always picked last, always got hit by balls, tripped, pushed, slapped. Day after day, physical torture.

"Tae! C'mon, you have to help me a little! You're fucking heavy. PE doesn't suck that much."

"Yes, Jimin, it does. Especially when you're everyones target in every sport. We could be doing dance, and I'd get kicked in the face at least twelve times," I said matter-of-factly.

"Hey, I hear theres a hot coach at least maybe you'll have him,"

"Yea because you know my luck. Out of all twelve boy coaches, fate would let me have the hot one,"

"You never know. Whats your coaches name?"

"Coach Jeon," I said nonchalantly, already bored of this conversation.

My butt suddenly smacked against the tile of the gym floor.

"OW Jimin! What the hell?!"

"Y-you have coach Jeon..."

"What're you even blabbering about now?"

"He's the hot coach.. Tae!! You have the hot coach!! Omo! You better tell me secrets!!"

I suddenly felt my ears burn.

Me?? Having a hot coach?? What if I embarrass myself. No, what if everyone else embarrasses me?!

"Hellooo? Earth to Taeee,"

I blinked five times before turning my attention back to my small best friend.

"Already fantasizing Tae?"

"What?! No! Byeontae!"

He snickered before looking around at the empty gym.

"We better go dress out,"

I nodded and stood up to follow him to the locker room. There were at least 1200 boys in here. It was so stuffy I could hardly breathe. I shoved my way through the half naked pigs and to the lockers for seniors. I searched for my number, 1230, while avoiding my yearly bullies. Jimin had already left me for his popular friends.

Of course.

He never partakes in the bullying but its usually his friends that do it. I'd be so popular if I was straight. All the girls in this love me, yet I'm gay, so all the boys decide to pick on me.

I finally found my locker and opened the combination. I pulled out the required uniform, navy blue shorts and a white tee. I quickly changed and slipped on my solid black basketball shoes. I ruffled my hair and put a few small strands into a pony tail to the side.

"Cute," a deep voice spoke.

I immediately froze, not recognizing the voice.

"It's okay," he chuckled, "I wont hurt you,"

It took everything in me to turn around but when I did I regretted it instantly. His face was so god damn perfect I almost nutted.

"C-c-c-coach J-J-"

"Shh, it's okay," he laughed.

He reached up and flicked the small ponytail before grabbing my forearm and leading us to the entrance of the locker room.