Jungkook sat fidgeting in his seat, practically bouncing, anything to distract himself from the looming presence of Mr. Min standing behind him. He chewed his nails and burned holes into his textbook, much to the amusement of his teacher.
It was clear that if he tried to tell anyone about the new sleeping arrangements, he would pay the price.
What price, though?
Like, punishment?
Jungkook chattered, and Yoongi let out a low chuckle behind him.
Jungkook had heard Yoongi use that word on Taehyung a couple of times, and was pretty sure what kind of punishment it was. Given the circumstances he definitely didn't want to be punished.
And so, Jungkook was a nervous wreck. He knew he had a loose mouth, so he was afraid of accidentally spilling the information and getting told off, or even worse, punished.
Jungkook was a good boy. He followed the rules and really didn't like it when he was told off.
I am a good boy, he persuaded himself. I'm a good boy, and I'm not going to tell anyone about it. I'm a good boy, because he said so. I'm a good-
"Jungkook. See me after class."
Fuck.
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control ◎ taegi
Fanfictaehyung is a troubled youth and yoongi is the counsellor he refused to have. (completed) (short chapters)
