TEACHER X STUDENT
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It's been a week since senior year started for Taehyung, and the only thing getting him out of bed was his last class of the day. Literature with Mr. Kim.
Mr. Kim, Kim Namjoon, was a tall man. That's the first thing Taehyung noticed when he walked into his room as the man had his back turned to the board. He wore fitted dress pants everyday which just made him even more attractive. His button ups where always rolled up at the sleeves, the material tight around his biceps. His hair was always neatly out of his face, the pair of glasses perched on his nose. He had a sharp jaw, and don't get him started on the teachers voice.
Taehyung sat in the front desk which he never picks, but getting a front row view? Hell yes.
Taehyung was pretty popular, he would say. He had a pretty big group of close friends and then he was friendly with everyone. He was head of Yearbook, so he always got the best pictures. His artwork was all over the halls since their teacher liked to show off the best of the best.
Taehyung wasn't as smart as his friends and that's one reason why he didn't care for school. But now he couldn't wait for the end of the day.
Taehyung had his chin on his palm, watching as Mr. Kim wrote words on the board the kids were suppose to copy. Tae couldn't stop staring at his back. It looked so strong.. like he must lift or at least work out often. Taehyung wondered how much he could lift. Was it more than how much Taehyung weighed—
"So," Mr. Kim's voice got his attention as he turned around, "The words are for you to find the definition for," He says as looks over the kids, "study and we will have a quiz over it a day from now."
Taehyung barely got any of what he said and he definitely didn't get any of the words written down. Oops.
"Yes?"
The person who raised their hand was a guy that Taehyung didn't like. He was a bully and Taehyung didn't want to associate with the basketball player.
"What if our definition isn't right? would you fail us?"
Mr. Kim shakes his head, "No. If you fail it won't count too much as your grade-"
The bell rings for school to be over, cutting him off. Mr. Kim just gives a small smile to the students who basically run out the room.
Taehyung still had his things on his desk so he put his things up, notching he was the only one left in the room with the teacher. Taehyung went a little slower.
"You didn't write anything down, Taehyung."
Taehyung's head snapped up in shock and blinks. How did Mr. Kim already know his name? it's only been a week and the other teachers are still getting names wrong.
"Oh," Taehyung mumbles, not knowing what to say. He couldn't tell his teacher he was too busy thirsting over him.
Mr. Kim gives a side smile, "Copy them quickly."
Taehyung blushes and nods, opening his spiral back up and writing the words on the board.
Mr. Kim started to put grades in, but as he clicked on his laptop, he couldn't help but the glance at the cute boy scribbling down in his spiral. His brown hair was a fluffy mess, a black sweater covering his arms, light blue jeans and untied Converse making the man smile.
