"I was always top in studies; I'm still top in every fvcking thing,"
"I bet not in bed, professor,"
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- #EnemiesToLovers
- #HateToLove
- #SlowBurn
- #ProfessorXStudent
- #TopYoongi
- #BottomJimin
- #SideShip: Namjin
Warning ⚠️
- Future smut 🔞
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"I just hate everything! Why can't you understand, huh?" Yoongi shouted, his voice filled with rage. His eyes burned with anger as he glared at his parents. "I told you a hundred times! I'm not interested in business, and I don’t care about studies!"
"You’re talking too much," his father said, his voice sharp with anger.
Mr. Min clenched his jaw and took slow, heavy steps toward Yoongi. His eyes locked onto his son's, both sharing the same sharp gaze.
Yoongi didn’t back down. He stood his ground, staring right back like a lion ready to attack.
His mother quickly stepped between them, placing a hand on Yoongi’s chest, trying to calm the situation before it got worse. But Yoongi wasn’t listening. His body was tense, his breathing heavy.
"LOWER YOUR GAZE, YOONGI!" Mr. Min's furious voice echoed through the whole room.
"And what if I don’t?" Yoongi let out a bitter laugh, like he had heard this all before. "I did nothing wrong!"
"Nothing wrong?!" His father's voice shook with frustration. "You’re 27, still in university with low marks! Do you know how ashamed I feel when my friends talk about their sons? They're handling businesses at your age while you—"
"So that's my fault now?" Yoongi cut him off, stepping closer. His eyes were wild with anger. "It was an accident, and I already told you—I’m not interested in your damn business!"
Mr. Min's hands clenched into fists. His patience was slipping away. "I know it was an accident, but whose fault was it? Yours, Yoongi. Only yours!"
"You are 27! And still, all I hear about you is complaints! You don’t take life seriously! You don’t pay attention! What do you want me to do, huh? You are the next heir of our company! Stop acting like a reckless child!" His voice was louder than before, shaking with frustration.
A smirk curled on Yoongi’s lips. "Ohh, now we’re finally here, huh?" He let out a humorless chuckle. "This is what it's all about. It’s not about me. You don’t want a son—you just want an heir!" His voice dripped with bitterness.
"Mr. Min. Wow." He shook his head, laughing emptily. "That just shows how you see me. Just a tool to make you more money. That’s all I’ve ever been to you, right? From childhood?"
Mr. Min’s teeth clenched. His whole body trembled with suppressed rage.
"Think whatever you want. I don't care anymore," Yoongi said, his voice void of emotion. His eyes locked onto his father’s, daring him to deny it.
"And one more thing, Mr. Min," Yoongi added coldly, taking a step back. "Do whatever the hell you want. But I will never be the CEO of your company." His voice was sharp like a blade. "Fuck your business!"
