🌹Flower Boys🌹|| Taekook ||

Chapter 8

Taehyung tried hiding himself in the darkness and thickness of his hair, he could not afford to be seen by Jungkook after what happened a few days ago. He couldn't afford being called out to be the straight guy who "had sex with another guy" in front of the entire class.

Every seat was taken except for one. Jungkook was obviously going to head into class; thankfully this was to Taehyung's favor, spending less time in a room with the guy he had sex with.

However this relief that had released in Taehyung didn't last very long as all heads turned the the male in all black walks own the rows of high school students and heavily sitting himself down his seat.

The teacher had paid no mind to him, for he was used to it by now.

Taehyung began to fidget. Sweat bearing up at the sides of his temples. Why am I getting so nervous all of a sudden? It doesn't seem like he remembers so there's nothing to worry about Taehyung. Calm. Down.

The silver haired male mentally tried to collect himself and get back to paying attention to the ongoing lesson in front of him until a deep voice beside hime spoke up softly.

"Hey shit face, you got a pencil?" It sounded like a soft growl in his ears, burning them up, lighting them on fire, spreading it down his cheeks and neck. The small hairs down his arm and neck starting to perk up. His knee beginning to quickly bounce up and down.

"No bitch, I don't have a pencil. What do you need it for? To substitute it for your tiny little dick?" Taehyung quietly spat, trying not to blush even more, knowing what he said was totally untrue.

Jungkook scoffed, his tongue pushing against the side of his cheek, making Taehyung squirm just a little on the inside.

What. The fuck. Is wrong with me?!?! And why the hell is he acting like he doesn't remember how he beat the shit out of me not too long ago?

Jungkook leaned down closer to Taehyung's face, the latter's eyes widening, "You wish you had my dick."

Taehyung gulped deeply.

I already had it.

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Taehyung's father had told him yesterday that art classes were back to regular schedule so he could go Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays again. This bloomed extreme excitement in Taehyung's heart. He could finally go back to doing what he loved more often, just like he used to.

However, not exactly "just how he used to". Now, he expected to see that ignorant son of a bitch there now. How could this possibly happen, out of all places, out of all his luck, Jungkook had to go to his art class.

His excitement began fading a little now, he couldn't stop thinking about this, all the way till lunch time.

"Hey fuckers," Hoseok said, dropping his tray full of mush piled on top of it on the table, sitting down to the right of Jimin, in front of Taehyung.

"Hey bitch," Jimin playfully said. Taehyung stared off into space at the goop on his tray.

Hoseok and Jimin noticed after a few silent seconds of not getting cussed out by Taehyung, which was quite unusual for the everyday Taehyung they knew.

Jimin waved his hand in front of Taehyung's face, "Helloooo? Taehyungieee? You in there buddy?"

Taehyung flinched, sort of gaining back his sense of reality, "Oh uh-h yeah, s-sorry." He ran his hand through his soft fluffy hair, rubbing his face a little, putting a small smile on.

"Are you sure you okay Taehyung? You've been doing this a lot lately, and you don't seem like yourself." Hoseok's face filled with a familiar worried expression.