control ◎ taegi

the heated exchange of feelings

Yoongi threw Taehyung against the wall. He took a few steps back, and the boy saw his teacher's eyes blazing with anger.

"Do you think how you're behaving is acceptable? After everything I've taught you?!"

Guilt overwhelmed Taehyung like a typhoon wave. Yoongi was disappointed in him- and although he never wanted to admit it, he was upset by that.

But Taehyung's face moulded into the same angry expression as he shoved Yoongi backwards.

"I don't give a fuck what you think is acceptable or not! I don't care what you think!"

Taehyung recoiled at his words. Why was he saying this?

"I wish I never met you. Why couldn't you just fucking mind your own goddamn business?! I was fucking fine by myself!" Taehyung roared, kicking a table over. He picked up a chair and threw it across the room in a rage. Before he could pick up another chair, Yoongi had his wrists pinned above him.

Taehyung squirmed at the close proximity. Yoongi's face was scary when it was angry, and his leg was getting closer and closer between Taehyung's. His next words were bitter.

"I suggest you keep quiet, Taehyung." Yoongi pulled Taehyung's head back by his hair. "Before I do something you'll regret."

Taehyung was stupid enough to mistake the dark in his teacher's eyes for anger. He tried to pull himself out of the vice of Yoongi, but only fell onto his thigh instead.

Yoongi hoisted Taehyung into his arms and clambered over to the desk, successfully keeping the squirming Taehyung locked in his embrace. He slammed Taehyung down on the table, who, in turn, yelped.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Taehyung bellowed, watching Yoongi press him down onto his back. His teacher produced a rope out of somewhere and tied Taehyung's hands back onto the table.

Yoongi grabbed Taehyung's hair and wrenched it back. His words were in Taehyung's ear.

"I'm punishing you. I was nice to you, but since you've betrayed my trust I'm going to have to punish you, Taehyung."

Taehyung shouted again and squeezed his eyes shut. He honestly didn't know why he did that, and he didn't know why Yoongi's lips pressed against his a second later.

His eyes jerked open, just in time to feel Yoongi's tongue slip into his mouth before Yoongi removed himself entirely and plastered his hand on Taehyung's eyes.

"How old are you, Taehyung?"

Taehyung stuttered and struggled to process the fading feeling of Yoongi kissing him. Kissing him. His heart was beating in his throat.

"How old are you?" Yoongi ran a thumb across the blinded Taehyung. The latter stuttered again.

"17."

"When's your birthday?"

"I-in.. a week."

Taehyung heard Yoongi chuckle lowly. He removed his hand from his eyes. Taehyung looked up to see Yoongi leaving the classroom.

"You'll just have to wait until then, Taehyung, before I do anything else."

Taehyung let out a shuddered cry before throwing his head back on the table. What had he gotten himself into?

(a/n: it's my bday today whoopee)