* ❛ stuck on the puzzle ,
WHY HAD HE ever even considered doing this? dropping in to lead extra combat classes every now and then if there existed students like ji taehyung?
yes, this confirmed it: in jongin’s head, the scum of the earth were, indeed, lazy students.
piercing brown eyes follow the mannerisms of the kid; he’s well liked, externally pleasant and charming to a fault. but jongin just doesn’t see it. if industriousness were a virtue, then taehyung must be the embodiment of pure sin. jongin is tolerant, though. one might even say such high tolerance for impish actions could be classified as a talent. so, he ignores it, but only for the first twenty minutes. he could only go so long without imploding.
“good. you’re doing well.” the ghost of a smile. it’s wiped off his face as soon as he turns around and parts with the student he was helping. with long strides he approaches the boy, brows slightly furrowed to make evident both perplexity and indignation. “taehyung.” jongin’s tone is curt, bearing the full brunt of aggravation. still, he keeps his voice low, so as to not disrupt the rest of the class, which was, unsurprisingly, composed of diligent students.
then, a raised brow. “what the hell are you doing? this class is optional. get out of here if you’re going to jack off in the middle of it.”












