Historias de Teachertaehyung

"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth." ― William W. Purkey

"You shouldn't be out walking this late," Jeongguk called out, his tone mockingly casual. "Especially with that face." "People might confuse you with a slut. Then again..." Jeongguk smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Maybe you are one." Taehyung's blood boiled instantly, his vision turning red. Without a second thought, he spat, "Fuck you, Jeon." _____ In the wild streets of Seoul, Jeon Jeongguk is the reckless bastard everyone warns you about-doing illegal races, selling weapons, drugs, and probably his soul too. His motto? "Laws are just really good suggestions." Then there's Kim Taehyung. Rich as hell, but too stubborn to touch a penny of it. Instead, he's out here teaching kids like he's some kind of saint. Spoiler alert: he's not. When these two cross paths, it's instant hate. Taehyung thinks Jeongguk's a walking disaster, and Jeongguk thinks Taehyung's too pretty for his own good. But beneath the swearing and glares? Let's just say, things are about to get complicated in the messiest, most sarcastic way possible. Top Jeongguk Bottom Taehyung © jeonkimchi_ Do not plagiarise/copy the work