WEDCUFFED (18+)

His Doll

[ SEOUL-HIGH UNIVERSITY ]

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"That's it for today's class. Do any of you have any questions regarding the above topic?" The professor asked as he closed the book in his hand and placed it on his table.

"No Sir. Thank you for your hard work." The class said in unison.

"Alright then. Let's meet tomorrow. Don't be late (pointing to the latecomers) and remember to bring your assignments." The Professor replied with his calmest voice and smiled to the leaving students who were bowing in respect before leaving the class.

The professor, Min Seokjin sighed once he finished stuffing his belongings in his bag from the table and left the class.

His tall-lean and handsome evergreen figure was enough to make him appear different and unique even in the crowd.

He made his way from the corridor towards the main exit of the building, smiling and bowing slightly to students and other professors in the process.

Although there was a charming smile plastered on his matured face all this while, still his eyes were downcast, full of tiredness and endless suffering that he hid perfectly from everyone.

Seokjin was about to take a turn from the garden when his phone chimed, making his heartbeat increase as his legs went heavier than usual. His fake smile was long gone.

With a trembling hand, he fished his phone out from his pants and clicked on the WeChat. There was a message from a contact he hated the most,

Kim Taehyung.

Yes.

You heard right.

This is the same Kim Taehyung you have seen on social media. Not just internationally but the globally famous South Korean Actor and Idol, the most awarded artist in the South Korean history, the most handsome man of the world from six consecutive years in a row as well as the world wide crush of millions of hearts including people from every age and gender.

Then why would he contact an ordinary professor of a small university?

Only Min Seokjin and a few people related to him knew the actual reason but no one had the guts to reveal this info until and unless the idol himself wanted to do it someday.

Seokjin wiped the visible sweat from his pale forehead with his peach colored handkerchief as he read the message internally,

"Wait at the back entrance of the Commerce Faculty, JK would pick you up and drop you home today. I'm busy shooting."

He heaved a long breath of relief which he didn't even know he was holding all along. With still shivering hands, Jin quickly shut his phone and went straight to the backside of the said faculty.