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
As Yoongi stepped into the world, he felt a comfort in the darkness. Like the place was made for him specially ; it's true though. The neon lines reflected off the surfaces, casting a futuristic glow that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
With his bike helmet on, his face remained hidden, but his bike and helmet were recognizable proof of his identity. The helmet's visor was tinted, casting a shadow over his eyes, and his black cap was pulled low, hiding his forehead and hair. The only visible features were his sharp jawline and his full lips, which curled into a smirk as he surveyed the scene before him.
A loud, clearing sound grew louder as he entered, like the hum of a engine revving to life. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and a voice from the crowd yelled, "THE KING CAME!!" The words echoed off the walls, a declaration of Yoongi's arrival.
Yoongi's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. He pressed the brakes, stopping his bike with a smooth motion, and pulled off his helmet, revealing a mask that covered his face up to his eyes. The mask was black and sleek, with a subtle sheen that seemed to absorb the light around it. His thick bangs and black cap were hiding his features, making him almost unrecognizable.
The person standing before him clenched their jaw, intimidated by Yoongi's dark and powerful aura. Their eyes narrowed, their gaze fixed on Yoongi with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Already scared?" Yoongi taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He knew the effect he had on people, the way his presence seemed to command attention and inspire fear. He reveled in it, his confidence and charisma drawing people in like a magnet.
The person stood tall, meeting Yoongi's gaze with a challenging look. "We'll see about that later, Suga," He said, his voice steady.
Yoongi's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. He loved a good challenge, and this person seemed to be offering him one.
"You know who the King is, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and even.
The other person clenched his fist, their eyes flashing with determination. "SUGA... DON'T BE OVERCONFIDENT."
Yoongi chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "I'll suggest you be confident," he replied, his eyes never leaving the other person's face. "You'll need it where we're going."
The person's eyes narrowed, their jaw clenched in determination. "I'm not afraid of you, Suga," he spat, their voice venomous.
Yoongi's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
"You see, I've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for someone brave enough to challenge me, to try and take my throne."
The person snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not afraid of your throne," he sneered. "I'm going to take it from you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
