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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Yoongi pov
' I can't believe I'm married to this professor.. he is my husband.' The thought was enough to make me clench my fist.
I was burning from inside, even though my face was cold like ice. 'HOW DARE HE? HOW DARE HE SLAP ME?'
He will regret it.. I'll make him regret it every single day.. he dared to raise his hand on me, right? Now he will pay. 'THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN, MR. PROFESSOR..'
'You should know where I was before taking action, now regret it.' I smirked to myself. I came out of my thoughts when my mom put her hand on my shoulder.
"Yoongi, you must be tired, go take a rest," mom said. I nodded to her.
I saw Jimin, who looked emotional. For the first time, I saw him like this. Everything I was thinking went out of my mind as soon as my eyes fell on him.
His eyes were shining with tears. I tried to ignore it. I chuckled, "Wow, Mr. Min is talking with Jimin so nicely.. in my whole life he never talked with me like this."
I was feeling tired. All the guests left, and lastly, Jimin's parents. They told me to call them mom and dad, and I did.
"Jimin, baby, you look tired, go to your room now," mom told Jimin.
I was about to leave when mom called me.
"Yoon, wait, take him with you.. he is your husband," mom told me. I didn't say anything. He walked toward me. My face was cold as usual, and he looked a bit emotional.
"Let's go, Mr. Min," I mocked, and he made eye contact with me at the same time.
We walked upstairs to my room. He was silent. I could see guilt in his eyes.
"Not welcome in the room," I said as he walked in.
"And you're bold to assume I was waiting for you to be welcomed," showing his sassy side?
"Whatever!!" He came into my room earlier, still noticing things. I couldn't digest that he would stay here from now on. A pain in my butt.
He sat on the bed. Without saying anything, I went to the bathroom.
I came out after freshening up. I changed into more comfortable clothes. 'Heck, I'm tired,' I let out. I thought of dropping myself on the bed as soon as I entered the room, forgetting the fact that I'm married now.
I saw him sitting on the bed. I paused. Now, I was noticing him all day. 'He looks really beautiful,' my brain blurted out randomly. His hair strands were falling on his forehead. His whole outfit was glowing in my dark room. My breath stuck in my throat when he licked his lips.
'Fuck you, Min Yoongi,' I said to myself, snapping out of my thoughts. 'Why am I noticing this? I want him to regret marrying me,' I told myself.
"Stop staring; you look creepy," he said while scrolling through his phone.
