3:58 p.m.The hallway was empty.
Only one classroom light was still on.
Jungkook stood outside the door, smirking. He tugged down the hem of his tiny shorts—barely covering anything. His oversized hoodie drooped off one shoulder, and a red lollipop swirled slowly between his lips.
Click.
He pushed the door open with a soft, "Oops… I'm late, Daddy~"
Taehyung didn't look up at first. He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, grading papers with a pen he was clearly gripping too hard.
"Sit," he said flatly.
Jungkook did—but not at a desk. He plopped down right onto Taehyung's own table, legs swinging, lollipop still twirling. His thighs peeked out shamelessly beneath the fabric, pale and inviting.
Taehyung didn't look up.
"I said sit—"
"I am," Jungkook interrupted, voice syrupy. "You didn't say where, Daddy."
That did it.
The red pen snapped in half.
Taehyung finally looked up—and the way his eyes raked over Jungkook? Pure, dangerous hunger.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"A hoodie," Jungkook hummed. "And my favorite shorts. You like?"
Taehyung stood slowly. Every movement was tight, restrained. Like he was this close to losing control.
"I warned you," he said darkly, walking around the desk. "I told you not to call me that again."
"Daddy~?" Jungkook whispered, biting his lollipop. "Oops."
Taehyung grabbed the desk edge, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.
"You keep testing me like this, and I swear—"
"You'll what?" Jungkook purred. "Fail me? Spank me? Or maybe finally admit how badly you wanna bend me over this desk and make me beg for it?"
Silence.
Taehyung's hand shot out—grabbing Jungkook's jaw.
Not rough. But firm. Dominant.
"You're a brat."
Jungkook's smile widened.
"And you love it."
Taehyung's lips brushed his cheek. Down to his ear.
"I should make you pay for every little name you've whispered. Every look. Every 'Daddy'."
"You should," Jungkook moaned softly. "Right here. Right now."
Taehyung cursed under his breath, teeth grazing Jungkook's neck—
SLAM.
The door burst open.
"Professor Kim! Principal wants to speak with y—"
Silence.
Jungkook's legs were still wrapped around the desk, hoodie collar pulled halfway off one shoulder. Taehyung was frozen, hands still clenched into the desk.
The student assistant's eyes went wide. "I-I'll come back later!"
She bolted, door slamming shut.
Silence again.
Taehyung turned slowly back to Jungkook, who was now giggling breathlessly, licking his lollipop with wide eyes.
"Oops again."
Taehyung exhaled hard, running a hand through his hair.
"This isn't over," he growled.
"Oh, I know," Jungkook whispered. "It's just getting started."