Love knows no boundaries. No, not even in a Catholic boarding school, where two troubler teenagers are sent, in hopes they'll return as heterosexual, pious and religious individuals. Falling in a deep trance of feelings wasn't on their list, but it...
It was on 29th January when Mr Han returned to school. The boys were fucking around thinking they had a free period when the bald-headed man entered the classroom, looking serious and in the mood to get mad for no reason. He had a thick pair of glasses on that magnified his already hideous eyes and a briefcase in his hand, looking like he was attending a business meeting and not about to teach the word of God to a class full of seven gay boys.
The other five boys had obviously not met him before, but they could not care less since they knew all the teachers at the school were assholes, why should this nasty-looking man be any different?Jungkook and Taehyung however were... pretty much panicked, if that can be a word to describe the immense cycle of emotions they were going through.
Jungkook was sitting behind Taehyung and he saw him shaking with fear. No one was going to believe them if they verbalized that their religious studies, yes a man who taught them Catholic beliefs, had sexually assaulted Taehyung. He was mortified and understood that all he could do was protect Taehyung and keep an eye on him. A feeling of malaise could be detected in the air and even the rest of the boys noticed Taehyung's pale face and fraught expressions.
Mr Han didn't even give Taehyung a cursory glance and continued teaching, and one would have thought he had taught them the day prior. He gave them worksheets and homework before dismissing the class. Except...
"Kim Taehyung..." A brusque sentence stated by none other than Mr Han sent a tide of trepidation and dread throughout Jungkook and Taehyung's body, both of them freezing in the doorway. The other boys had already left the classroom and were heading towards their dorms, oblivious to the situation in the classroom.
"Y-yes?" Taehyung faltered, his voice tiny and filled with consternation, his face now even paler than before. Jungkook clenched his fists, feeling himself loose his last drop of self restraint.
Don't shout
Don't shout
Don't shout
Don't hit
Don't hit
Don't hit
"Oh nevermind, I thought you left behind your homework worksheet, it's extra." Mr Han replied, shaking his head.
The two terror-stricken boys vacated the teaching department as fast as their feet could go and rushed to their dorms, feeling as though they had just escaped a predator. Taehyung was shaking and immediately slid down the front door, hugging his knees and burying his nails in them.
"He did it on purpose."
Surprisingly, he wasn't shedding any tears. He was shaking a lot and kept clawing at his knees, eventually drawing blood and staining his light blue uniform trousers a dark color of red.
"Taehyung..." Jungkook's soft voice came through the deafening cacophony Taehyung was hearing and he looked up at him, face white and nails digging deeper into his knees. Jungkook took a seat besides him on the floor and softly pried away hands from his knees, wiping his blood stained fingers on his blazer and bringing them up to his lips to kiss them.
"You don't deserve this angel."
The action was full of so much sentiment and tenderness that Taehyung teared up. He had never been loved and cared for the entire seventeen years of his life, and now here was this boy, adoring him more than his parents had ever had, ever.
He clenched his hand around his, eyes remaining in contact and a swirl of raw emotion buzzing around them. He felt and saw it all. The way his big doe eyes carrying so much warmth and sensation looked into his and the way his beautiful black hair fell over his eyes like curtains. He admired his stunning features and his vision progressed over to his lips. Just centimetres away. So close. Yet so far.
"Please..."He whispered, desperation oozing from the simple word. Jungkook gazed at the idyllic beauty in front of him with hooded eyes, heart threatening to simply jump out and run away. He knew what he meant, words weren't necessary at this point.
He closed the seemingly-never-ending distance between them, capturing his lips in a perfect angle and piercing the bubble of tension they had constructed. Taehyung wasn't sure where he got transported to after he felt Jungkook's lips on his, but it definitely wasn't this dimension. His scent was hypnotic, lips as soft as feathers and he tasted like the mint strawberry gum he was always chewing. His taste silenced his thoughts and made him weak, hands growing limp in his and travelling up to his lustrous hair instead, entangling themselves in the silky locks. He clung onto him like he was the only solid thing in this swaying world. The kiss was a work of art, the momentum perfect and soon he felt himself get lost in the continuous motion of moving his lips, kissing the dark haired male as deep as possible. Comfort clouded his features as he finally pulled away, a lazy smile erupting over his lips. They stared into each others eyes as if they were deep voids, conscious of each others presence and smiling at each other like crazy.
"Do you know how long I've fantasised about this?" Jungkook whispered against his cheeks, grabbing his hand again.
"A lot?" Taehyung answered, still stuck in the moment.
"Mhmm." Jungkook answered before bringing his lips against his again.
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