"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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Yoongi strolled down the bustling corridors of the university, completely unfazed by the gazes of some girls who couldn't help but steal glances at him. Their jealousy was palpable, but Yoongi couldn't care less. After all, his father owned the university, so he was used to this kind of attention. He continued scrolling through his phone, minding his own business, as he always did.
Being an introvert, Yoongi preferred to avoid conversation and fights. It wasn't just his nature.. it was also because of an accident that had left him still attending university while most of his friends had moved on. As a result, he found himself surrounded by younger students who often tried to provoke him. But Yoongi didn't let their actions bother him. He knew better than to get caught up in their games.
Yoongi was casually walking down the busy hallways of the university, minding his own business. He had his trusty headphones on, jamming out to his favorite tunes and enjoying his own little world. But then, out of the blue, someone grabbed his phone right out of his hands! Yoongi's jaw tightened, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront the situation. Normally, he tries to avoid getting into fights, but this time, someone had crossed the line. They were about to see a whole different side of Yoongi that they never expected!
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"Give me my damn phone back, Lucas." Yoongi's voice was calm, too calm—like the quiet before a storm. But inside, he was burning.
"But I don’t want to." Lucas smirked, twirling the phone between his fingers, taunting.
Yoongi clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
"So, uncle is angry now?" Lucas teased, his mocking grin growing wider.
Yoongi’s eyes darkened, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
"Listen, if you don’t want me to fucking destroy you right here, give me my phone and back the fvck off." His voice was still calm, but there was a deadly weight to it, the kind that made people’s stomachs drop. And it was working—Lucas faltered for a second.
But the brat covered it up with another mocking laugh. "Uncle, you’re so boring. And what am I even expecting? What can you possibly do in front of all the juniors?"
