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[rkhoney-blog]

for @rkxtae !! <3

jeonghan should have known that his entire day would have been a mess from how his coffee tasted that morning. way too bitter for his taste, despite the fact he dumped at least three whole sugar packets into the cup. he had a class that afternoon, it was more like a babysitting session rather than a dance class. jeonghan adores to put on a front that he can’t handle kids, but it’s quite the opposite. he loves teaching kids how to piruet and prance around like real professional ballerinas.

that is, until one of the kids smacked some chewing gum right at the base of the long hair jeonghan takes so, so much pride in.

the rest of the class is a blur for jeonghan, the walk home equally as forgetful. jeonghan might as well have broke down the door of his and taehyung’s apartment, the older throwing his dancing bag across the room with a high pitched scream of agony. “taehyung! kim fucking taehyung!” jeonghan screeched loudly, dropping face first onto their couch with an exaggerated sob coming from his body. “i hate kids. i hate everyone. my life is over. get the scissors, you’re going to have to cut my hair right now.”