𝘄𝗱𝘄 𝗯𝘅𝗯 ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ

little thief

ship : zorbyn

it was a rainy friday, yet the students and teachers couldn't wait for the sudden heat filled wave weekend. the bursts of giddiness coiled in the class's bottom pit of their stomachs. tick by tick, they were a few minutes away of the first glimpse of summer, before they go back to the burden of mondays. the biology class cheered as group of students huddled around the door, awaiting for freedom.

one by one, students piled out much to the teachers amusement, as zach hauled his dirty green snap back to his chest, lazily walking towards the roaring animals. the brunette watched with a dazed and confused look as jack tried to pry his short form into the small yet unfitting gap of two bulked teens. he bounced back much to his dismay causing zach and the teacher o stifle their laughs.

as the crowd consumed the halls and the classroom started to be spacious, zach bolted after the curly haired teen, yet slammed straight into the blonde teacher. "s-sorry sir." his rose cheeks reddened more with embarrassment, as the older chuckled.

"it's quite alright." mr. besson remarked, lending a hand to the brunette. he bent down to pick up both of their phones which had a white case. "you probably don't want to lose that." the blond winked, placing the iphone on the palm of zach's hand.

zach's cheeks flushed, not comfortable with the sudden attention. "t-thank you m-mr. besson." he bit his tongue silently cursing internally for his stammer.

"no worries." the blonde ran his hand down zach's back, stopping just before his waistline. "have a good weekend. see you on monday." the brunette nodded, not knowing how to find the words. he silently slipped out of his embrace, his eyes gazing for a certain curly puff ball head.

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"shit, shit, shit, shit." zach paced back and forth in his room, his hand running through his messy head furiously. his pace almost made a dent on the wood floor, "shit, shit, shit-."

"will you shut the fuck up." daniel scowled, making zach's head whip back around with a flushed face, "now. tell me exactly what happened."

"i lost my phone." the brunette pouted, almost crying because of his precious phone gone, not in his hands where it should be. "i-i don't know whose phone this is." he threw the foreign phone on his bed as if it burned his hand. "god damnit, i can't even take care of my own phone."

"yeah, your an idiot." daniel nodded nonchalantly. the tall brunette examined the phone that was brutally thrown on the rosy-cheeked teen's bed and let out a muffled groan. "you dipshit!" daniel flicked zach's forward making the younger yelp, "have you tried calling your phone?"

daniel raised an eyebrow, making zach cower behind his nightstand. he chewed on his bottom lip before sighing, "no." as soon as the younger picked the phone up, the screen became lit. 'caller unknown.'

with hesitant and shaking hands, he picked up the phone, "h-hello?" zach prayed that his phone was with someone he knew. a chuckle chorused through the phone, making the brunette's eyebrows furrow. the tone of the voice was oddly familiar to the eighteen year old teen.

"hey zachary."

the rosy cheeked boy internally face palmed. of course. the deep yet hoarse voice, the low grasp tone that made shivers go down his spine. it was only one person who could've done that.

"h-hi. mr. b-besson."

the blonde iconic teacher found amusement in his student's stutter. "well, well. what are the odds?" the blue eyed man asked himself, shaking his head with bright gleeful eyes.

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zach dean herron would laugh if someone told him that he would be sitting across from his teacher in a cafe, yet he found himself shaking from nervousness and embarrassment as he saw a certain blonde smiling at him with two coffees in his hand. "t-thank you, mr. b-besson i-"

the tall blonde laughed, cutting the rosy-cheeked younger to drown in his embarrassment even more. "i think we're down to first name bases, don't ya think?" he sat down across from the brunette, making sure to graze his hand against zach's skin, "call me corbyn."

as soon as zach saw his teacher's pearly white pearls shown in a smile, he became a stuttering mess in front of the older, "o-oh.. i. you can c-call me z-zach." he cursed at himself internally for showing his stupidity, making corbyn chuckle with amusement gleaming through his eyes.

"okay zach." he teases, playing along, "never knew one of my students were a thief."

"im so sorry! i promise that i never did it intentionally." he shrined back into the seat once he realized that he got the attention of others with his loud voice. he squirmed in his seat feeling the stares of strangers, "I'm sorry." zach squeaked out.

corbyn chuckled feeling an odd fondness towards the brunette. he couldn't help but rake his eyes over how the crimson tint appeared upon his cheeks or how plump his lips were. the blond sighed as he looked at his wrist watch. "I'm sorry but i have to go." his heart ached once he saw the frown etched on zach's face. "but." he added in quickly, "i hope this isn't our last encounter like this." the blonde emphasized at cafe.

corbyn slapped a few dollars on the table giving the brunette a soft charming smile. he walked away, slowly turning to speak over his shoulder. "you know zach," he said bringing the teen's attention, "not only did you steal my phone..." zach was awaiting the rest of the sentence, yet quickly looked down with a blush overcoming his nose and neck, once he saw the palm on corbyn's chest, as the older sent a wink towards the younger's direction. "see you on monday, little thief!" the blonde called over his shoulder.

the twenty-three year old knew that the whole situation was inappropriate, but he couldn't help but just want to see the blush on the brunette's face once again.

hey guys! sorry for the long wait... jarbyn will be next soon. how would you guys feel if i make a bts one shots book?

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