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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Author pov
"Yoongi was feeling weak, very weak. His knees felt like giving up; the pain was too much to bear. His mind kept repeating, 'It's because of me.' The past was so painful even to remember.
Tears welled up in his eyes as his fingers touched the lifeless picture. The person in the picture was smiling widely in happiness, which made him cry even more.
"My baby... my..." Yoongi stopped when he felt a presence. In a second, he wiped his tears, composing his face to appear cold and indifferent.
Showing people you are strong while feeling completely broken inside was something Yoongi had been doing for a long time.
"What do you have in your hand?" Jimin asked.
"Why are you here?" Yoongi questioned without turning his head.
"Mr. Min, I came here because I don't want you to waste your detention time," Jimin said from behind, curious about why Yoongi was standing like that. Although he couldn't see Yoongi's face, he sensed that something was wrong.
Yoongi slid the picture into his pocket and then faced Jimin. "I'm not staying here. Bye, sir," Yoongi said rudely.
"As your professor, I don't agree, and you know you have to listen to me, Mr. Min," Jimin said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jimin held something in his hand that looked like a question paper. "Since you failed this test, you will be redoing the question paper. Ask me if you have any doubts," Jimin said coldly, still sensing that something is wrong.
He never seen yoongi silent like this, atleast not when they both are fighting a word war, but his face was emotionless and he seen him handing something, maybe the same picture?
Yoongi pov
Thank god I put up that picture... How did he even think to touch it? Who does that in the morning? And I made sure to get revenge for him touching my stuff by burning his clothes. I enjoyed seeing that look on his face. I smirked.
He was standing there holding a question paper. 'Giving me detention? I'll make sure you beg me to leave on your own.'
I walked towards him. He was already looking at me. I locked eyes with him. I smirked when I saw him look away.
He was leaning on the desk. It was just the two of us in the whole classroom.
I approached him, placing both hands on the desk where he was leaning, almost as if he was sitting on it.
"M-Mr. Min, w-what are y-you d-doing?" I smirked as he almost panicked.
I said nothing but just stared at him with my cold expression. "I asked you something," he repeated.
"Just wanted to say... stay away from my business, Mr. Min Jimin," I said as I leaned in close to his ear, even though there wasn't much space. I could see his vulnerable state. The person everyone fears, now under my gaze.
