Choi Y/n sat in the crowded Starbucks, her eyes glued to the laptop screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, tapping out a furious beat as she wrestled with her English paper. The café's air conditioning hummed in the background, a stark contrast to the heat outside. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine filled the air. Y/n's short, choppy breaths matched the tempo of her typing. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She had to get this paper done before tomorrow's class.Entering the café, Park Jimin couldn't help but notice the girl in the corner, her fiery hair a stark contrast to the sea of black and brown that surrounded her. She was the talk of the school, not just for her beauty but for her sharp tongue and fiery spirit. He recognized her from his English Literature class at Seoul National University. As he approached the counter, he couldn't resist glancing over at her again. She looked up, catching his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, like a moth drawn to a flame that could either warm it or burn it to a crisp. He ordered his usual black coffee and a cookie, hoping she wouldn't recognize him.
As Jimin turned to find a seat, he bumped into a group of students, causing his coffee to spill all over the papers on the nearest table. He muttered an apology, his face flushing as he grabbed some napkins to clean up the mess. Y/n's eyes flickered up from her laptop, and she saw the chaos unfold. With a sigh, she closed her laptop and approached the scene. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers again, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning.
Jimin took the napkins gratefully, trying to mop up the coffee without smearing the ink. "Choi Y/n, isn't it?" he asked, hoping to distract her from his clumsiness. She nodded, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Professor Park, right?" she replied. He nodded sheepishly, feeling the weight of his secret grow heavier by the second. "How did you know?"Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, you're the only professor in this school that looks like you do," she quipped, gesturing to his disheveled hair and the slightly rumpled shirt that hinted at his laid-back demeanor. He laughed awkwardly, hoping she wouldn't recognize the hint of blush creeping up his neck. They chatted for a few minutes, the tension between them gradually easing. Y/n felt a strange comfort talking to him, despite his status as her professor. He seemed so... human, unlike the other stoic figures of academia.As they talked, a group of boys nearby snickered and whispered, glancing at them. Y/n's eyes narrowed, and she recognized them as the same ones who had been whispering about her in class. Jimin noticed her discomfort and stepped in, his voice firm. "If you have something to say, say it to my face," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The boys mumbled apologies and scurried away, their eyes cast down. Y/n couldn't hold back her small laughter."Thanks, Professor," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. "But I can handle myself." Jimin's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Call me Jimin, please. We're not in class now." He handed her a napkin to wipe the coffee splatter off her textbook cover. Their hands brushed, and an electric current shot through them both. They both pulled back, surprised by the sudden intimacy of the gesture. Y/n felt her cheeks warm and quickly turned her attention back to her book.
Jimin cleared his throat and suggested they share a table, pointing to the one next to the window. "I won't bother you," he assured her, his voice a little too eager. She nodded, packing up her things, and followed him. The light from the setting sun painted the café walls a warm orange, and the cool breeze from outside made the air feel refreshing. They sat down, and he took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the way his heart thudded in his chest. She took out her Airpods to wear it then she started to listen to piano music while Promodoro timer was on and starts revising for the upcoming test.The silence grew heavier, filled with the unspoken tension that only two people who are forced to marry and keep it a secret can share. Y/n looked up from her book and caught him watching her. She raised an eyebrow. "What?" she demanded, her voice a little harsher than she intended. He quickly averted his gaze. "Nothing," he murmured, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thinking."
They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the rustle of pages and the occasional clink of Jimin's spoon against his empty coffee cup. Y/n's phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. "Fuck," she muttered, "I forgot about my tutoring session." She packed up her things hastily, her mind racing with excuses for her tutor.
Jimin looked up, his eyes concerned. "Is everything okay?" he asked, reaching out to steady the book that was about to fall from her trembling hand.
Y/n took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Yeah, I just forgot I was supposed to meet with my tutor in fifteen minutes," she said, her voice strained. "I need to go."Jimin nodded, his hand lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary. "Do you need a ride?" he offered, hoping to prolong their time together. "But would those ppl suspect us as we are dating" she said while pointing at some boys.He chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll just say I'm giving you a lift as your professor.""Ofc as a professor just the fact that we are-"she said before stopping herself to not go more further. She quickly grabbed her things and started to leave. Jimin felt a pang of regret for not being able to tell her the truth. He stood up as well, "I'll walk you out," he said, hoping to make amends for his slip.As they stepped out into the sticky summer evening, the sounds of Seoul's bustling streets washed over them. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to shake off the stress of the day. "You know," she began, her eyes scanning the sidewalk ahead, "this whole marriage situation is so...crazy."Jimin nodded, his eyes flicking to hers before returning to the path. "I know it's not ideal," he agreed, "but we'll figure it out." He felt a warmth spread through him as they walked side by side, the secret bond between them pulsing like a heartbeat.'I can't even find a way to break this marriage off"she sighs while saying this she stopped walking and turned to look at him with hopeful eyes,"What if we tell them the truth?"Jimin suggested tentatively."Your parents might say okay but mine's they are gonna say no and pursue me more I don't get it why are they doing this I'm just a student and its not like I have not been concentrating on my studies"Y/n gets a bit upset thinking abt the situation.Jimin sighs heavily, knowing she's right. "Let's not think about that now," he says gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find a way to deal with it." He tries to sound reassuring, but his own mind is racing with doubt and fear.
To be continued
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