FORBIDDEN CURRICULUM의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

[NOAH] Noah’s hand braced against the edge of the sink, the coolness of the ceramic seeping into his palm, unlike the heat coiling low in his stomach. He stared at his reflection again, jaw tight, chest rising a little heavier than usual. The faint marks along his skin stood out more now under the brighter light—irritatingly vivid against his otherwise untouched composure. He didn’t look away. His fingers went down slowly, brushing just beneath his collarbone, ghosting over one of the fading marks and lower. The memory followed again instantly, uncoiling with sharp clarity. Soft lips. His hand wrapped around his clothed length. It strained against his pants. His warm breath. That voice—low, teasing, entirely aware of what it was doing. Noah’s hand stilled for a moment. “Fuck.” The word came out quieter this time, his hand rubbing at his heavy member. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had sex, it must be why he was so worked up. Yes. That had to b

[RABBIT] Rabbit noticed the bruise while brushing his teeth that morning. A deep purple mark curved faintly along the side of his neck, ugly against pale skin. It sat just beneath his jawline, half-hidden unless he tilted his head the wrong way. “…shit.” He quickly dropped the toothbrush into the sink and grabbed at the collar of his hoodie, pulling the fabric higher. Still visible. Barely. But visible. His stomach twisted instantly. “Perfect.” Because out of all the places— It had to be there. He leaned closer to the mirror, fingers brushing lightly over the sore skin. It still hurt when touched. Not unbearable, but enough to send irritation crawling up his spine. The memory returned immediately. To last night. That fucker’s hands. Rabbit’s expression darkened. He hated violent customers. Especially the ones who mistook paid intimacy for ownership. Last night had already been exhausting before the booking even started. He’d barely made it back to the club after lun

[NOAH]Friday evenings were quickly becoming synonymous with poor decisions. Noah realized this as Brandon dragged him through the entrance of Velvet Eclipse with far too much enthusiasm for a grown man in an expensive suit. “You look like you’re constipated,” Brandon commented immediately after handing over his coat. “I’m reconsidering every friendship I’ve maintained with you in the last decade.” “Too late now.” Brandon grinned beneath his silver mask. “Relax a little. You’ve looked tense all week.” Hart snorted beside them. “He always looks tense.” Noah ignored both of them. The club greeted them in familiar waves of dim amber light, jazz curling lazily through the air while velvet curtains concealed private lounges deeper inside. The atmosphere felt heavier tonight. Warmer. Bodies moved slower beneath the low lighting. And despite himself. His gaze immediately swept the room. Searching. For a certain someone. He noticed it. Which irritated him instantly.

[RABBIT] Monday morning felt unreal. For the first time in weeks, Rabbit woke up before his alarm. Not because panic dragged him out of sleep or because his body hurt too badly to stay in bed. Not because he had fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes with unfinished assignments stuck to his chest. No. He woke because sunlight was touching his face. And because his body had actually rested. Rabbit stared blankly at the ceiling above him for several long seconds, still tangled in his blankets. His mind felt oddly quiet. Not empty exactly—just…lighter. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Slowly, he reached toward his phone on the bedside table. 6:42AM. “…what?” Rabbit blinked at the screen like it had personally betrayed him. He had slept. Properly. Not three hours. Not broken sleep interrupted by work messages, projects, assignments, or panic spirals. Actual sleep. His body practically purred beneath the blankets. And immediately afterward came the memo

Noah didn’t answer immediately. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with a sudden, electric charge that seemed to vibrate in the small space between them. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he let the bottle linger in the air, his gaze shifting from the label to Rabbit’s face, before placing the bottle in his hands. Honestly he had to check twice if it was from Rabbit’s mouth those words had come out. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. This was rather interesting. And dangerous. And lately, he had been on a streak of dangerous. Now here he was standing in front of his star student , who was asking him if he has had sexual experience with a man. Noah’s eyes were dark, calculating, and devoid of the professional detachment he usually wore. He stepped closer—one slow, deliberate movement that invaded Rabbit’s personal space completely, forcing the younger man back against the edge of the counter. The scent of sandalwood and something metallic, like old rain, enveloped