𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 .
Professor × Student.
"ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴢᴀʀᴀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ." He said to me, making me gulp.
"Answer me butterfly", His eyes turned dark.
"𝗬𝗲-𝘆𝗲𝘀" I stuttered.
"Good girl, you should...
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Park Azara
I sat beside him on the couch, in his house. My body sinking into the soft cushions as I pulled on a pink sweater and leggings, the kind of clothes that felt like a second skin. The room was dimly lit, casting gentle shadows around us, while the distant hum of the city outside was barely noticeable. His arms wrapped around me with an easy familiarity, and I nestled against him, feeling his warmth seep through the fabric of my clothes and crawling into my bones.
For a moment, I let myself be still, soaking in the sensation—the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft rhythm of his breath against my hair. His fingers traced lazy circles along my hand, each touch sending a soothing warmth through my skin. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder, and everything else faded away.
It was like a dream—one of those rare, fleeting moments of perfect peace where you can simply exist in someone else’s presence. His hold was gentle but firm, as if silently reassuring me that I belonged there, with him. The scent of him—a mix of fresh soap and something uniquely him—filled the air, grounding me in the moment. For once, the chaos of the world felt distant, and all that mattered was the quiet, unspoken connection between us.
“Jungkook — I called him. He hummed while still holding me, drawing lazy circles on my hand. My head rested on his shoulder, as my life was depending on it.
As I nestled closer, a smile played on my lips, and I turned to look into his eyes. “Do you remember our first meeting?” I asked, my fingers intertwining with his, feeling the warmth and strength of his hand encase mine.
He chuckled softly, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as if recalling a distant memory. “Ofcourse, Butterfly. How could I forget?” he replied, his voice rich with nostalgia. “You were so determined, in getting on my nerves and answered my question wrong with full confidence.”
I laughed, the sound bright and free, my heart fluttering at the memory. “Still, you were impressed, Hehehe— so win-win.” I replied.
He turned to face me, his expression softening. “Yes, impressed very much— he said in a sarcastic tone. And about Win-Win, both won each other's heart, so I'll consider it a good compliment.”
“Jungkook — I called him, sensing him trying to tease me again.
“Yes butterfly?” God, this man will kill me one day calling me butterfly. Butterflies in my stomach started to turn into zoos.
“Stop teasing me.” I said in a firm tone, trying to act like the typical strict girlfriend.
“I haven't started it yet, butterfly.” Fuxk— Butterfly, The way he said it—his voice warm and gentle—sent a shiver of delight down my spine. It was that one word, infused with affection, that made me melt.I felt my cheeks flush, a smile spreading across my face as I tilted my head slightly, trying to hide my reaction. Butterfly, it echoed, feigning indignation, but I couldn't help the giddiness that bubbled within me.
