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's POV:
I opened my eyes, feeling the weight on my body. I blinked a few times to get a proper view. It was a scene I never expected to see. His hand rested on my body, his right cheek pressed against a soft pillow, lips forming a cute pout, blonde hair falling on his forehead blocking my view. Without thinking, I gently tucked some of his hair behind his ears. I couldn't help but chuckle when he whined in his sleep.
I touched his cheek, which felt soft, and I had to stop myself from squeezing it. Who would believe this cute-looking person is the devil professor... Wait, professor... I hate him... It suddenly hit me—
'What the heck am I doing?? Min Yoongi, have you gone mad?' I muttered to myself and quickly got up from the bed at the speed of light. He was still sound asleep.
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Last time I took a look at him, he was pulling his knees close to his stomach, showing he's feeling cold. I walked towards him and tucked him in with a blanket.
'I don't care for him... it's... it's just humanity... yeah.'
I checked the time; it was 6 in the morning. 'I still have time.' I headed towards the gym, which was on the top floor. I don't like going out, so I always work out in my own gym.
Suddenly, I remembered yesterday, how that person held his waist... 'Ugh!! Why do I care?' 'I need an answer, why do I care?'
Jimin's POV:
I woke up feeling warmth. As I sat on the bed, my eyes unknowingly searched for that half-naked man who wasn't there. 'Where did he go? At this time?' I asked myself as I saw it was 8 in the morning.
I was surprised as I remembered I don't have the habit of tucking myself in with a blanket. And now I'm tucked in it? 'He did?' The only question stirred something inside my stomach. 'He cares for me?' I smiled unknowingly.
I was in a happy mood. I picked my clothes from the closet. Black pants and a cream-colored shirt would look good.
I took a quick shower and put on my clothes. I was humming a tune while drying my hair when suddenly I bumped into something.
