Effect

⑤Are You Out Of Your Mind?

 
After the entirely embarrassing encounter with Mr. Kim, Jeongguk did his very best to avoid him all day long. That was why when they had a class with him, he always stayed at the back of the classroom. He had to look at him when he was teaching the choreo, but he didn't dare to move his eyes above his neck, afraid of meeting his gaze.

Taehyung had spoken to him in a somewhat aggressive tone, basically telling him to stop imagining things, and Jeongguk, instead of getting mad or intimidated by him, got a boner. It was something he had to take care of before returning to his class with the little minx witch, who by the way scolded him because he was gone for more than fifteen minutes.

He couldn't even talk about it with his friends because he knew the teasing and sarcasm would never stop. But he also knew he needed to talk about it with someone. Not about the encounter with Mr. Kim, but simply about his feelings. He needed advice — he needed someone to smack him hard so he could snap out of it.

Because another week passed, and he still found himself daydreaming about Taehyung.

How sinfully desirable he was even when he was just standing still, lost in thoughts, doing absolutely nothing. How the veins in his neck and arms were entirely visible and how sweat embellished his whole body when he was teaching, making his seemingly soft skin glow.

At least four days out of seven, he found himself in his bedroom at night with a hand wrapped around his length, eyes closed, and his mind on Mr. Kim.

Yes, he needed someone to smack him real hard.

     
Similarly, Taehyung didn't make an effort to talk to him at all. Although the five boys were hanging out with Hoseok a lot during that week, he would make up an excuse and stay at home instead, doing nothing that much interesting.

He was shocked when the younger had vanished that day from the hallway with an erection he had given him only by his words. But what Jeongguk had said to him struck him a notch harder than it should. Because the answer to all of his questions was no.

No, he didn't have that conversation with all of his students. No, he wasn't conversing through notes with all of his students. No, he wasn't going around calling his students beautiful. No, he wasn't going around touching their thighs. He had never touched any of his students' thighs before.

So he was driven into a frenzy when the younger pointed everything out. And the worst part was, throughout the week, he caught himself staring at Jeongguk a whole lot more than he should. But he was pretty good at denying the truth. He told himself he was just still upset about the way Jeongguk had spoken to him. And that there wasn't any other meaning when he caught himself gawking at his thighs.

He wasn't gay after all, right? That was what he was saying to himself for about two years and especially now that Jeongguk appeared in his life. However falteringly, he took Hoseok's words into consideration and found himself searching through gay porn.

"It's not so bad," were his exact words when he watched one for the first time. Although he watched a new video every day for the past week, he still couldn't picture himself doing that with another guy.

And so, he decided to try it. He started talking to Seongwoo, a twenty-four-year-old boy he found on tinder. He seemed quite sweet and decent, so they arranged to go for a coffee the upcoming week.

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Monday came once again, and Jeongguk took his grumpy ass and went to school. With four hours of sleep, he didn't even want people to breathe next to him. But Jimin turned out to be a little too excited, even though it was only eight in the morning.