deranged | taegguk

3| fucking greek god

Jeongguk tried to stop, he really did, but Mr. Kim, just wouldn't leave his mind.

He was there, right in front of him, his collarbones out for the world to see, hairy damp, probably after his shower, lounging on the sofa of Ms. Park's living room.

He had come to ask for help with what they had covered in curriculum, he had been absent the day before, but when the door was opened by Taehyung, he knew he couldn't possibly stop dreaming about the man after seeing him like that.

He was so much bigger than him, so much more broader and better looking than Jeongguk.

Now, it wasn't that Jeongguk was insecure or such, but he knew, that to Taehyung, he was probably just a speck of fine dust, because the man looked like a fucking Greek God.

When he went home after about an hour, all he could do was think about how dangerously the man had smirked at him when his voice had cracked, how the man had stared at him all along, and how his foot had skimmed past his own foot and shin under the dinner table where they were studying while he had breakfast.

It had surprised him immensely, he had choked on his breathe, quite literally when the man's foot had swirled around his own ankle. He had looked up, coughing incessantly, thinking the man had mistaken his foot as his teacher's, but no, Taehyung was looking at him, eyes reflecting a wild look.

Gosh, the man really didn't care that his girlfriend of almost a year was sitting right besides Jeongguk.

When Ms. Park had stood up to fetch him a glass of water, he had tried to do it himself, which certainly didn't seem to have had pleased the man before him as he shifted his foot towards Jeongguk's crotch and painfully kneaded it.

Now, Jeongguk wasn't a sadist nor did he find pleasure in pain, until right then, as he let out a breathy, almost inaudible whimper.

Taehyung had glared at him as he continued to inflict pain on his crotch, all while Jeongguk tried his best to not let out a loud moan.

When Jeongguk could feel himself on the brink, he had abruptly stood up from the table, his face on fire as he excused himself from the couple's house.

Taehyung had looked so mad when he did that. He looked like he could tie him up to the bed and pound him into another world-
Oh my, what was Jeongguk even thinking, he wasn't supposed to be over analyzing this, why even would he think of Taehyung fucking him?
Fuck.

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I dont know where this is going, but believe me, this book does have a storyline though it seems too fast. Promise😔.
It doesn't really revolve around happy psychotic gay love tho, whoops 😳