Min Yoongi is a cold and rude person who is forced to marry Park Jimin, a strict and disciplined professor. Jimin wants to help Yoongi become a better person, but will their marriage really work?
"Yes, I'm mannerless. Want to teach me, Professor Pa...
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Jimin POV
After having dinner, I went upstairs. I was flustered at the thought of sleeping over here... my parents are definitely going to tease me tomorrow. Argh!
"Min Yoongi's choice of clothes is good... I have to admit it," I was blabbering to myself.
As I was passing through his room, I saw money dripping from his bag like papers... what?
Without thinking, I stepped inside. He was collecting money that was wet. Who the hell puts this much amount of money in a bag?
"You started to work as a thief or what?" I said. Until now, he wasn't aware of my presence. His eyes suddenly fell on me. His expression looked a bit panicked, but he was acting cool.
"Even if I did, it's not your business... and wait, what are you doing here in my room?" he asked, throwing the bag on the bed.
"Whatever!! But who the hell carries this much money in a bag?" It was weird for me. I knew he was rich, but carrying that much cash in a bag was strange, at least to me.
"Min Yoongi was born different, so I do these things," he said, glaring at me.
"Thank you for the lift," I said, not wanting to say more.
He suddenly coughed. "Oh gosh, my ears couldn't hear it. Can you say that again?" What the heck!
"Bold to assume that I'll say it again," he walked toward me.
"Just go from here, Mr. Professor... I'm telling you for the second time. You said you'll teach me manners, but look, you came here without even knowing." He reminded me, or what?
"But, as I know this room will be mine soon, right? So knocking doesn't matter," I reminded him, but he smirked, which I didn't expect.
He walked closer until I felt the wall behind me. He put his hand on the wall beside my head.
"Are you reminding me that you'll be my husband, Mr. Professor?" he leaned toward my ear and said. Why this closeness in just one day, agh!
"I gotta go," I said, feeling different around him, when he was just inches apart.
He laughed. "Professor, annoying you is easy," he said and put his other hand on the wall, fully trapping me between his arms.
"Me and easy," I laughed. "You'll see it for yourself, make yourself ready to handle me," I smirked.
"We will see who will handle whom," I liked that we were having a battle of words and smirks.
"Yes, make yourself ready to be good at studying because I like people who are perfect," I told him. He leaned in closer, until I felt his breath on my cheeks. His lips were almost touching my ear, and I closed my eyes. It was the first time I felt so small.
