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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JIMIN'S POV
We were walking silently, the only sounds could be hear of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. The moonlight was making his way through the branches, casting eerie shadows that danced around us.
Yoon didn't seem to fear the darkness, he was fearlessly walking, even though we were walking through the depths of the scary forest like ghosts. But honestly, none of that mattered when he was beside me. His presence was enough for me, will I dont have fear of this things still.
I could still feel the heat rushing to my cheeks from the way he had pulled me by my waist earlier. The way his intense gaze traveled from my eyes to my lips sent shivers down my spine. The way he traveled his eyes from my eyes then my lips was really something.
He thought I didn't notice his lingering looks, but I did. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was changing between us.
'Why?! Why does it make me feel this way?' It was confusing and exhilarating all at once.
As we continued walking, lost in our thoughts, I suddenly felt like someone had snatched the ground from under my feet. The next thing I knew, I was jerking forward, losing my balance, and falling into what felt like a bottomless pit.
We both lost our footing. I felt his strong hand wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him as we tumbled down together, landing with a thud on the cold, hard ground.
"Ahh!" we both screamed in unison as we hit the ground, the shock of the fall taking a moment to register.
"Argh!" he groaned, clearly annoyed.
As I lay there, I realized his hand was still tightly wrapped around my waist, securing me against him. My heart raced-not just from the fall, but from the closeness of our bodies.
I didn't care that we fell because he was there, wrapping his hand arround me securely.
'What just happened?'
"You okay?" he asked, still holding me in the same position, his voice filled with concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrayed me. Suddenly, I noticed where we had fallen. We had landed in a big hole, perhaps a trap for wild animals, and it was deeper than I initially thought.
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