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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(I think I'm spoiling you guys too much ain't i? 🗿... I just posted yesterday... But yeah enjoy and do comments if you want me to spoil you more 💋)
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"Out of the class," Jimin ordered, and Yoongi looked at him. "Right now." Yoongi took his bag and went outside, turning his head when he heard laughter; the person laughing was none other than J-Hope.
Yoongi glared at the boy who was laughing; he just came to university and was already being a pain in the ass for Yoongi. Getting out of class now was casual for Yoongi. In this month he was out of class, uncountable times.
Yoongi came outside of class, his dark eyes making everyone scared; people who were looking at him.
Yoongi was getting bored as he wanted to go, but his phone was with Jimin. Now he had to take it from Professor Jimin.
The only thing he thought about was getting revenge from Jimin for trying to control him. Today was the worst day for him. He didn't want to come, but he came because Jimin threatened him. Now he had no option but to wait for Jimin to finish the lecture.
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Jimin's POV
I saw his figure vanish going out of class. Now it's getting out of my control. When will he be responsible? At least he should act mature.
'Using mobile in class?' This made me even madder. I placed his phone on the desk with my angry face.
"If anyone did this in my class, the punishment will be worse. I'm letting it go because it's the first time." Everyone nodded their heads, hearing my stern voice.
"Where were we?" I asked as I forgot how much portion I covered; I was checking my written notes.
"Sir.. DML language, you were about to tell us about this," the student named Lia told me. She is the sincere and well-mannered student among all.
"Thank you," I said, soon starting to detect again.
After a short time, the bell rang. No one moved from their place, nor did anyone make a sound, because they knew me well.
"We will continue... now you guys can go," I said, flashing a soft smile before picking up my books and his precious phone.
'One day I'll throw this mobile by my hand,' I thought, looking at his phone.
The whole class left one by one. I raised my face just to look at Namjoon and J-Hope. I remembered how he laughed when Yoongi was leaving; I didn't like it. 'Why?'
"Tell him to come to my office to take his phone," I said before leaving.
"Ok, professor."
"Um..." Namjoon tried but stopped himself, making me pause and turn my face.
