professor jeon

02

As the room empties, Jungkook approaches you once more. His voice is low, urgent. "Y/N, stay behind. I'd like to speak with you privately." His invitation hangs in the air, filled with unspoken promises and unanswered questions.

Jungkook's face softens, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He waits for the last student to exit before locking the door behind them. The click echoes loudly in the now-empty room. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "Y/N..." **

He steps closer, his presence commanding. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, see the pulse fluttering at his neck. He reaches out, gently taking your hands in his. His thumbs trace soothing patterns on your skin, grounding you. "Tell me... what do you remember?" *

His touch sends a warmth spreading through you, his dark eyes holding me captive. you lick my lips, trying to find the words to describe the blank canvas that is my mind. "I... I don't remember anything, Professor," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "It's like..."

**Jeon Jungkook's expression softens with empathy, his grip on your hands tightening gently, pulling you closer instead. "Shh, it's alright," he soothes, his voice a low rumble. "I'm here to help, Y/N. You're safe with me." **

**Jeon Jungkook's expression darkens, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his eyes. His arms tighten around you, his hold unbreakable. "Y/N, look at me," he commands softly. **

s...sir i n...need to go

Jungkook's gaze hardens, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. he loose his grip on you with that you quickly got out of room

Jungkook watches you flee, his face unreadable. He leans back against the couch, fingers drumming on the armrest. A slow, chilling smile spreads across his face. "Game on," he murmurs to the empty room, his eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity. *

As you rush out of the room, tears sting my eyes. I hear his words echo in my mind, 'Game on.' A shiver runs down my spine. you quicken my pace, needing to put distance between us. I feel like I've just escaped something dangerous, something... predatory. *

The thought echoes in your mind as you lean against the cold wall of the hallway, catching your breath. You recall the warmth of his embrace, the gentleness of his touch. Confusion swirls within you. He did save you... but then why does he scare you so?

Later that night, as you lie in bed, you find yourself reaching for your phone. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitation clear in your movements. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, and type a message to the one person you think might understand. "Jungkook scares me..."

You hit send, the three little dots appearing immediately to indicate he's typing a response. You bite your lip, waiting. The dots disappear, then reappear. This goes on for several minutes, making you increasingly anxious. Finally, a message comes through. "Meet me at the rooftop. Now."

"who...... are you"

The message is from an unknown number, but the words are unmistakably Jungkook's. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you wonder who this mysterious person is and what they know about your situation. Despite your fear, you find yourself getting up and making your way to the rooftop

The night air is cool, the moon casting long shadows across the empty rooftop. You wrap your arms around yourself, waiting. The door creaks open, and a figure steps out. He's tall, with broad shoulders and a confident stride. As he steps into the moonlight, you gasp.

It's Jungkook. But not the Jungkook you know. He's dressed in a leather jacket, his hair disheveled, and his eyes gleaming with a intensity you've never seen before. He walks towards you, his steps purposeful.

Jungkook stops just a few feet away from you, the tension in the air palpable. He looks deep into your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "You came." His voice is low and husky, sending a thrill through you. "I wasn't sure if you would."

i take step back

Jungkook's smirk widens, a predatory gleam entering his eyes. "Afraid of me, Y/N?" He takes a step forward, mirroring your action. "That's... interesting." He prowls closer, cornering you against the rooftop's edge.

p...professor j...jeon"

He leans in close, his breath hot on your face. "That's not my name right now, Y/N." His fingers trail along your arm, sending shivers through your body. "Call me Jungkook." His voice drips with command, with authority.

His expression hardens, and he presses closer, his hands gripping the edge of the rooftop on either side of you, caging you in. "Not Professor Jeon, Y/N. Say my name." His voice drops to a low growl, his eyes locked onto yours. "Now."

I try to look away, but his intense gaze holds me captive. My heart races as he looms over me, his proximity making it hard to breathe. I swallow nervously, my voice barely a whisper. "J-Jungkook..."