Feared Love | Taekook

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Jungkook sat at the dining table, nervously tapping his foot on the floor while the children were eating their dinner. All of them had quickly moved on from the incident, however Jungkook was worried he would feel Taehyung's wrath sooner rather than later.

"Good evening Mister Kim!" The students called out, making Jungkook freeze in place. The chair next to him got scooted back before Taehyung plopped down on it. "How are you feeling?"

"Glad that it's over tomorrow." Yup, Taehyung was pissed. "I'm sorry for basically throwing you down that hill-" Jungkook made the mistake to look at him, Taehyung had a scowl on his face. "Do you now?"

"Listen, I know that we are starting kind of on the wrong foot here... but-"

"Shut." Jungkook's lips immediately sealed, not daring to say another word. Eventhough the male was less muscular than Jungkook himself, he was still very scary... Especially when angry. One of the volunteers placed a plate in front of Taehyung, she wanted to make sure that he at least ate something after that fall.

-

"Ouch." Jungkook hissed, grabbing onto his waist. He had ignored his own wounds for perhaps a little too long. Jungkook lifted his shirt to see where the wound was, shit, it was on a place he couldn't easily reach. The man looked around for any of the volunteers but they had already left for the night. Right on that moment a saving grace came descending from the stairs. "Taehyung, can you come here please?"

"No."

Taehyung B lined around him but Jungkook quickly grabbed his wrist. "Please, I need help."

"With?" Taehyung wasn't very interested to say the least. Jungkook lifted his shirt slightly, showing one of the cuts. "...How many of those do you have?"

"...A lot." Taehyung sighed before hesitantly agreeing to help.

A little while later Taehyung came back with a medkit, setting it on the ground and crouching down to collect whatever he needs from it. "Okay so where are the cuts?"

"Waist." Jungkook muttered, he really should've asked one of the volunteers to help. Taehyung wasn't the most emphatic person, especially not when you ticked him off... He can't be trusted with the stingy mess that's called disinfectant.

Taehyung picked up the cotton ball and turned to Jungkook, one thing he wasn't anticipating was getting greeted by Jungkook's abs in his face. Taehyung cleared his throat, trying to act unfazed by the lean muscles. What would they feel li- No. No. Nonononononono. NO. Taehyung in his sheer panic just shoved the cotton with disinfectant right in Jungkook's cut. "OW! What the hell Taehyung!"

"Deal with it wimp." Taehyung cleaned the wound and put bandages on them. Jungkook would occasionally hiss when Taehyung would hit a sensitive spot.

"Mister Ki- What are you doing?" Both Jungkook's and Taehyung's head snapped towards the staircase where one of the students stood. Admittedly, seeing two teachers with one shirtless and the other one on his knees does look a bit odd. "I'm helping Mister Jeon with his cuts, why?"

"We're allowed to use the bathroom this time right?" Taehyung let out an exasperated sigh. "If all of you go to bed now and stay quiet, yes." The student nodded before quickly sprinting back up the stairs to warn everyone. Taehyung sighed and started packing everything back up in the kit. "You really just manipulated the students huh?" Taehyung looked up to face Jungkook. "And? That way they stay quiet... You are the one who didn't want me screaming."

Perhaps in a different way- Behave Jungkook, behave. "Right uhm, I'm going to check on the students one last time." Jungkook slipped back in his shirt and sprinted up the stairs. Taehyung looked after him before going to get ready for bed.

-

"A talent show? Why?"

"Some of the students want to show of their talents!"

"We have to leave in 4 hours, they should've said so earlier." Taehyung folded his arms. "Don't be such a grump. Let them have fun."

"Tell you what, they're allowed to have their talentshow if they start packing right now and help cleaning."

Jungkook turned around, looking up the stairs. "You heard the man! Hurry up!" The students immediately went to their rooms to go pack up their stuff.

-

Earl had juggled with a few vases, which Taehyung wasn't very ecstatic about. Edith and William had made a dance, hyping everyone up. Many more students just simply showed off a wacky thing they could do with their body.

"My talent is.... teaching everyone the tango."

"Absolutely n-"

"That would be wonderful Anna." Jungkook interupted Taehyung. Anna paired everyone up and slowly explained the easy steps of the dance.

"Hit it!" Anna yelled, one of her classmates putting the disk on the gramophone.

"Sirs are you two joining as well?" Anna laughed while dancing with her classmate. "No."

"Sure."

"No." Taehyung said again but Jungkook didn't listen, pulling Taehyung up from his seat. "Live a little, it's just a dance."

"Let me go Jeon."

"Mister Jeon are you leading?"

"He can't lead someone that doesn't participate-"

"Yes, I am leading." Jungkook grinned at a frowning Taehyung. "Absolutely not."

"But dear Anna, I already know the steps." Jungkook bragged, pulling Taehyung close. "No- Jeon let go of me." But it was too late, Jungkook had already decided to join the students in the dance. Everyone was happily giggling and dancing while Taehyung was growing increasingly more ticked off.

"Aaaaaannnddd pose!" Anna yelled, the students all stopped in a fabulous pose. However, none of them compared to the ending pose of Mister Jeon and Mister Kim. Jungkook hoisted Taehyung's leg up and made him dip. "Wow! Mister Jeon you're so good!" One of the students exclaimed.

"...Mister Kim is also a lot more flexible than I thought." Anna looked in awe about how far Mister Jeon had managed to dip Mister Kim without breaking his back. "You can put me back now." Taehyung grumbled. "Right." Jungkook stood back up straight, pulling Taehyung up again.