TEACH ME. | VKOOK ✔️

14

Taehyung was sitting on his seat, silently pretending that he was listening to Mr. Jung, who was currently scribbling on the whole whiteboard with mathematical forms, solutions and examples.

He let out a quiet sigh, just copying what the teacher was saying, as well as writing. Everytime he did that, he always spared a peek to his boyfriend, who was on the other side of the room.

He watched him being completely focused and thinking pretty hard as he nagged onto his pen, probably experimenting with a problem's solution. A light smile adorned Tae's lips.

All that really mattered to him at the current moment was the fact that Jungkook would tell him what's wrong. He'd open up to him, just like he usually did, he'd tell him his problems, he'd trust Taehyung. And this was enough motivation for the latter to give him time, to wait these three days. He didn't mind.

But little did he know, that he didn't had to wait any longer than... this.

Because suddenly, the door to the classroom opened, automatically gaining curious looks as to who didn't even bother to knock politely. Mr. Jung stopped writing on the whiteboard, and looked back to the door, surprised.

Because there, an older lady with round, red glasses and brownish hair with gray strands tucked into a messy bun, the principal herself, was standing there with crossed arms. And right behind her, two other students, as well as two policemen.

The shock was too big for the classmates to even whisper to each other about the incredibly surprising situation, and instead, they preferred to quietly watch the live-show. Both Taehyung and Jungkook however, seemed more surprised when actually recognizing Yoongi and Jimin as the students behind the principal.

"—Oh, hello!" Mr. Jung greeted and bowed politely a little, a tensed, forced smile on his lips. "How can I help you?" he asked, only receiving death-glares from the woman as she walked in more, letting the policemen behind her walk in too. Yoongi and Jimin had to wait in front of the room.

A clearing of a throat from a policeman followed. "We'd need to talk with a student called Jeon Jungkook," the muscular, tanned policeman with defined cheekbones spoke, looking around the class. "It'll be quick."

"A-ah, I see! Alright," Mr. Jung let out a nervous chuckle, painfully perceiving the, for him, catastrophic situation as to where this was highly-possibly leading. "Jungkook, please stand up!" he said, awkwardly smiling.

With that, all the eyes in the classroom were now glued to the student that was nervously raising himself up from the seat, head low as he didn't like how he was the center of attention. Literally.

"Come out with us, please." The second policeman spoke, being as tall as the first one, but having whiter skin, a moustache and round glasses. Jungkook let out a faded yes, now walking to the policemen, wondering what the fuck was going on right now.

That's when Taehyung couldn't stand it anymore. He raised himself up from his seat, making Jungkook stop in motion just as he was about to leave the classroom, followed by the principal & policemen. "C-can I come with him? Please?" he rather begged, looking with hope at the policeman. Whatever it was, he wanted to support Jungkook and stay at his side, hoping that this would make him feel at ease.

The principal ignored that and simply walked out, dragging Jungkook with him who was wide-eyed looking at Tae, as if screaming an insecure yes. The last policeman to leave the classroom shook his head, being the only one to respond to the tensed male.

"No, just Jungkook. It'll take just a minute or two." the tanned policeman answered with a nod, and then left, closing the door as he did so. And as if someone pushed a button, the class started murmuring to each other, sharing their puzzled thoughts.