JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Professor Husband

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When they don't know that he is your husband | professor husband.

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As I stepped into the classroom, nervousness wrapped around me like a second skin. I could barely lift my head to look at the others. It was my first day at this university... and it just so happened that my husband works here. As a professor.

Yes. At this young age, I'm already married. To a man. Who teaches. Here.

It's complicated. Especially when no one knows we're married.

But despite all of that, I didn't let my personal life mess with my dreams. I wanted that diploma. I wanted a stable career. And I was going to make it happen, no matter how awkward things might get.

I didn't know where my feet were leading me in the classroom, but I noticed two empty chairs. One was beside a group of girls near the side wall, the other right in the center... among a group of boys.

Naturally, I went to the less intimidating option. As I approached the girls' row, I could feel them sizing me up like I was some kind of intruder. Still, I tried.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, though I already knew it wasn't. One of them rolled her eyes and threw her bag onto the chair. "Sorry. It's taken."

Of course it is.

I gave her a quiet nod and turned toward the only other option, right in the middle of the boys at the back. Fantastic.

I sat down quietly, placing my bag on the floor just as someone whispered, "The professor's here!"

I nearly jumped out of my seat and smacked my head on the table. That would've been a great first impression.

When I looked up, there he was. Jimin.

Professor Park Jimin.

My husband.

He looked absolutely flawless. Calm. Charismatic. Confident. Everything a professor should be. And mine.

Our eyes met, and I felt heat rushing to my cheeks. I gave him a subtle wave, trying not to draw attention. He responded with a light nod and turned to write something on the board.

But then, unexpectedly, he stopped. He turned to the girl who had so kindly blocked me from sitting next to her.

"You must really love your backpack," he said casually.

She smiled. "Really? Why?"

"Because you'd rather have it sitting on a chair than a student."

Boom. Roasted.

Her fake smile dropped, and she slowly took her bag off the seat. The room went dead silent. "Park Y/N," he called out. I froze, slowly raising my head. "Y-Yes?" He glanced at the now-available seat. "Come sit here."

Every single eye in the classroom turned to me. My heart sank. "No, it's fine," I tried to wave him off. But he flashed that signature grin of his, the one that made me fall for him in the first place and I knew there was no arguing.

With a deep breath, I stood up and moved to the seat, nerves crawling all over me. "What the heck..." the girl muttered under her breath.

The class continued, but honestly? I couldn't concentrate. Not with how good he looked explaining formulas. How was I supposed to focus when my husband was being his most attractive, professional self?

A while later, he checked his watch and sighed. Is it time for his next class already? I wished he could stay longer, but of course, he couldn't.

"That's all for today. Class dismissed. See you next time," he announced just as the bell rang. "Thanks, sir," the students responded in unison.

"He's like a walking bell timer," someone chuckled. "Always finishes right on the dot." I gathered my things and stood up, ready to leave when I heard him again.

"Park Y/N," he called. I turned, surprised. "Yes?" Whispers instantly erupted behind me.

"What's the relationship between them?"
"No idea... but why did he call her?"

I ignored them and walked up to him.

"You need to focus more in class," he said, looking at me with that same serious tone he uses with everyone else.

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Don't just stare into space. Pay attention."

I lowered my head. "Got it."

Then suddenly, his expression softened. "You're so cute it's distracting," he said with a small chuckle, just low enough for only me to hear.

"Now go clean the blackboard," he added, as if we were back in high school. He packed up and left before I could protest.

Oh, so that's how it is? Demanding in class?

Let's see who'll be washing the dishes and doing the laundry at home tonight, Professor Park.

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