AIN'T MY FAULT | taekook

Chapter 49

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"I'm Kim Taehyung, Mr. Jeon's student." The younger said as he nervously looked up at the older. That's what they are right? A teacher student relationship is what he can say to the world. He can't voice out that they are more, much more than that. The man looked at him more than moved his eyes to him.
"And what you want from Mr. Jeon?" The man was quite rude with his speech and Taehyung would give him a proper answer but he knew he couldn't.

"I want to meet Mr. Jeon, actually I want to talk to him." Taehyung gained a little confidence as the man raised a brow at him.
"Well Mr. Jeon is sick, you can't meet him now." The man said and Taehyung bit his lips to stop being rude.
"Look mister, I really have to see him, it's important." Taehyung tried again but the man didn't bulge. Standing broad at the door frame.

"You can't just come to a teacher's house like that. Wait till he is back to teaching."
"Actually- We're not- I mean we're like friends. So please let me meet him."
The man crossed his arms and looked at Taehyung suspiciously.
"Students are not supposed to have friendly relations with teachers, and knowing Mr.Jeon he doesn't make friends." The man spoke and Taehyung developed a ugly feeling in his stomach, a little anger building.

"Look here, I want to meet him please, and I know what is supposed and what not." Taehyung finally climbed the step and stood face to face with the man, a little more shorter but confident.
"You know you and Mr. Jeon can be in trouble because of this." The man voiced and Taehyung was so vented inside that he had enough.

"Well what to you- Who are you?" Taehyung asked finally and something flashed inside the man's eyes but he looked away blinking but then spoke.
"I'm Kim Seokjin, Mr. Jeon's very old and close friend." He said and Taehyung gulped but didn't waver.
"That doesn't mean you can stop me-

"Also the husband of Mr. Kim Namjoon, your Principal." Seokjin finished and Taehyung's eyes widened, throat dry. He's Mr. Kim's husband means he can complain about him to school and Taehyung so not wanted the school to know about him and Jungkook.
"I-Im-

"Don't worry, I won't go and tell on you, but I just want to remind you that something like that can happen. You should be careful." Taehyung nodded and bowed to the other as he apologized.
"Please Mr. Kim, I just want to meet him, just for a few minutes." Taehyung looked at him and suddenly the man's eyes softened, looking away he sighed.
"I can't stop you kid. But don't get yourself into all this, you don't know-

"Shut your mouth." A hoarse voice came and both male turned shocked as Jungkook came from what was supposed to be a bedroom. Taehyung gulped as he looked at the other after weeks. The other was obviously sick. Dark circles, tired eyes, body stiff, face pale. Taehyung gulped as he for the first time saw Jungkook in casual attire. The other looked so young like that.

Jungkook with heavy steps walked to them, his eyes fixed on Seokjin who looked at him with sad eyes.
"Shut your mouth, don't dare you look down at him. You don't have a right to say this." Jungkook's voice was rough but dark and intimidating eyes glared at the elder.
"Jungkook he needs to know-

"He is none of your business, don't go try to mingle in other's life. Just because I didn't throw you out doesn't mean I want you here." Taehyung looked shocked at the other, the harsh words would have made anyone upset, but Seokjin just sighed. He looked at Taehyung and smiled a little.
"We'll talk again sometime." He spoke and before Taehyung could reply Jungkook moved in front of him.

"Get out. Now." He said and Seokjin looked at him with worried eyes but turned and what must be his bag, he took it, Taehyung behind Jungkook bowed eyes on the floor. The man walked out as Jungkook strides and closes the door loudly. Taehyung finally released a breath he was holding as he stood there. Jungkook with a deep sigh turned and walked to him, without looking the other, he took a hold of his hand, dragging him to the room which he came from.