It was the school's annual "Leadership Showcase."Teachers. Student council. Parents. Even the principal was in the room.
And in walked Jungkook — like he owned the damn hallway.
Tight, low-rise blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination.
A cropped cream hoodie that lifted every time he moved, teasing glimpses of his sculpted waist and just the tiniest dip of his back dimples.
Taehyung, who was seated at the staff table, choked on his water.
Jungkook caught his eye.
Smiled.
And winked.
Taehyung looked away. Fast. But his gaze slid right back down.He couldn't help it. His eyes were magnetized — to Jungkook's waist, that perfect curve, the bounce of every step. Those jeans were criminal.
Jungkook made his way to the front row and sat down with a little extra wiggle.
Taehyung was not okay.
His pen was shaking. His jaw clenched. His legs crossed hard under the table.
But it got worse.
Halfway through the event, Jungkook casually turned around in his seat. His cropped hoodie lifted again — and he leaned over the back of the chair to whisper something to a friend, sticking his butt out right in front of Taehyung's view.
Taehyung gripped the table.
Hard.
He could feel the heat rising.
The student next to him started asking questions about curriculum.
He didn't hear a single word.
All he could see was denim.
And danger.
Jungkook turned back around, catching Taehyung's eye again — this time with a soft, "Oops, dropped my pen," before bending over slowly to pick it up.
Taehyung swore under his breath.
This kid is gonna be the death of me.
After the event, Jungkook approached the staff table with that same smug, innocent smile.
"Hi, Professor Kim~" he chirped. "Did I do good today?"
Taehyung stared at him, visibly strained.
"...You did something."
Jungkook leaned closer.
"So... detention again?"
Taehyung's voice dropped into a growl.
"My office. Tomorrow. Wear something less... distracting."
Jungkook giggled, popping gum into his mouth.
"No promises, Daddy~"