SMUT STORIES ~ {KOOKV} Teacher X student: 3

Practice was routine, but class? Class was suddenly his new favorite game.

The new teacher as Taehyung—his new distraction—sat up front, elegant and oblivious to the way Jungkook’s eyes devoured every movement.

If Tae was going to pretend not to notice him, Jungkook would make him notice.

He stretched lazily in his seat, long legs spreading wide under the desk—territorial, almost indecent if anyone paid enough attention. His hand casually adjusted his sweats a little too slowly, as if he didn’t care who saw the outline beneath.

When taehyung asked the class to open their books, Jungkook leaned back, flipping pages with one hand while his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He chewed it thoughtfully, eyes locked on the board, but his mind entirely elsewhere.

Then came the pen trick—dropping it on the floor, leaning down low, dragging his body up in a way that flexed every muscle under his thin shirt. He caught a few girls staring, but he didn’t care. His eyes flicked up, sharp and hungry, just to see if the teacher’s gaze had slipped for even a second.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

*ears tinted red, but didn't turn around*

And when he answered a question, he made his voice drop low, smooth, like a purr.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]

“Yes.., miss”

He said, deliberately slow, tasting the title. Watching, waiting.

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Taehyung had taught difficult students before. He’d dealt with chatterboxes, rebels, kids who didn’t care. But this—this captain in the back of the room—was something else.

He was too aware of him. The stretch of his arms, the careless sprawl of his thighs, the way his hoodie dipped just enough to show the cut of his collarbone. Every little gesture screamed cocky, but Taehyung swore—swore—it was deliberate.

Especially the way Jungkook said 'miss' It made his stomach tighten.

Unacceptable

He straightened his papers, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his expression composed.

He was a teacher. A professional. He could not let his eyes linger—except they did, catching glimpses in between notes, betrayed by the traitorous heat crawling up his neck

Taehyung forced himself to look away, but his heart was beating far too quickly for someone who was supposed to be in control.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

'i swear this boy will ruin my career..'

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

'This student is dangerous' *thought, pressing lips together*

But when Jungkook smirked from the back—just a small, cocky curve of lips—Taehyung’s pulse skipped in a way that made his breath catch.

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BALD GUKK

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