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my first love • hopegguk (bts)🐩

Theme: Jeongguk is Hoseok's student in a contemporary dance class. Request from bby_girl_niah .

**Mr. Jung was too old for Jeongguk and he knew that. He was too talented for the boy, too. And most importantly, he was just a student.

The younger replayed all the interactions that happened between them. When he finally got home from a hard day at dance class, he threw himself on his bed. It was hard for him not to think about the perfect smile and beautiful eyes that appeared on his teacher's face when he did the routine amazingly. How his eyes would crinkle at the sides and how the phrase "good boy" sounded from his mouth.

Jeongguk was whipped for his teacher and he knew it. He knew it but would never admit it to himself or anyone who asked, not even his dance partner Park Jimin. Jimin was his best friend and if he couldn't even utter a word to him about his sick infatuation, how was he supposed to tell the actual person he fell for. Especially if that person is his teacher.

"Jeongguk?" The young boy was sprung from the depths of his mind when a large hand was placed on his shoulder. The hand sent sparks and butterflies directly to his stomach and the voice did the same. Jeongguk instantly knew who it was.

"Yes, Mr. Jung?" the student said with his voice faltering slightly. He could never keep himself composed around his teacher.

"Did you pay any attention to the routine?" What was Jeongguk supposed to say? No- that he wasn't because he was too focused on the way his teacher's mouth would curve into a godly smile that melted his insides. Or yes- lie to the only thing in this whole, wide world that kept Jeongguk from not wanting to kill himself already. Instead he said nothing. His teacher heaved a sigh. "Pay attention, okay? We only have twenty minutes of practice left."

Jeongguk felt ashamed of himself when his teacher used that voice on him. The "I know you're tired but can you try to focus more" voice that he hardly ever used on his students (he only had ten, max). The younger looked to the ground nodding his head slowly. Mr. Jung, not having whatever Jeongguk was doing, grabbed the boy's chin and lifted until their eyes connected.

"What do you say, Jeongguk?" the teacher said coolly as Jeongguk was literally melting in his hold. The teenager was incredibly turned on in that moment. "Yes, Mr. Jung."

Mr. Jung smiled at his student once again, his light brown hair flopping over his eyes and dimples on full display for Jeongguk. "Good boy."

Jeonguk thrusted one last time into his mattress, grinding down on the soft material thinking about his dance teacher. Fuck, this was the norm for Jeongguk when he thought about Mr. Jung. He was sweating and breathing hard when he finally came in his boxers. All that came to mind during the session of touching himself was his dance teacher's smiling face. The way he would scold and praise Jeongguk. And his touch on his chin that still burned his insides.

He was hard, again.