Paint Me | TaeKook

Red - 9.1

Note: This chapter will be divided into 2-3 parts, thus it will be pretty long.
This'll be a bit crappy (I think, well--wait my writing is always crappy hahaha).

Let's give NamJin some exposure (haha I love this ship so much). Sorry for making you guys wait. Enjoy!

U N E D I T E D (as always)

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Jin was bored to death at the moment, sitting on his desk in the far right of the room with chin settled on one hand, battling sleep as he looked at the window, watching the birds flutter and skip on the school ground while hearing the voice of his old professor whose voice was like lulling him to sleep, just talking about his fishing escapade, he sighed looking at the birds who were now flying upwards to the sky, wishing that he was like them than being in a boring room filled with young, too obedient students, some had eyes drooping shut, others were listening attentively, eyes wide at the professor as if they were watching an interesting movie.

Some of his seatmates who were chairs away at the back were just chatting but he didn't bother talking with them, he will be just avoided anyway.

Cause he's a fag. As what other people say.

He's gay since he was in his teens. His mother was open about it but sadly, his father wasn't really vocal about it but it's obvious that he wasn't able to accept that he was just...different. His father, when drunk, was beating the living lights out of him when he shows up to him. He always wonders why did he have a huge hate on him, his son, his own flesh and blood, just because he doesn't like girls?

Looking up again to his classmates, he sighed. Sometimes, I wish I have their eagerness, even if it looks stupid. He sighed again.

Then the 'stupid' bell rang, and the wrinkly professor stood up, saying goodbye, and in a few minutes, most of them had their notes open, studying hard for a quiz their English professor will give them later, making him scoff.

He had heard from the professors earlier when he passed by the faculty room that they had a new English professor. And that makes him excited and bored at the same time.

And if it's another old person who talks about fishing or gardening, I'm out of here. He thought.

He ducked his head above his desk, partly irritated on the faint chattering and whispers of the students reviewing, annoyance growing in his gut.

"I wish I took this subject long ago with the Yoongi and Hoseok." he muttered under his breath, regretful that he had to skip this subject when he was in sophomore year to advance a subject in 3rd year.

He was still shuffling in his seat when the busy class fell silent, looking up, he never felt heaven in this subject, not until now.
His two eyes saw the most beautiful human being he saw in his existence.

He walked towards the room, stepping effortlessly on the platform infront of them. He exudes an intimidating yet sexy aura, hair coloured blonde and his tall, lean stature that makes his female classmates swoon and the males jealous.

Except him. He was mesmerized, lost in thought of the male that looks like an angel in his eyes. Was he a student?

His eyes followed the male, now infront of them.
"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon, and I'm your new professor."

And he just-----well, sighed. He went back to his self-gloom and looked at his classmate infront of him who is playing a game, using a book as a decoy.

"Sir! Are you somewhat related to Kim Taehyung?" a girl in big specs asked, well, Taehyung is quite popular in school, given the talent and looks, but he is just shy.