Professor is "MINE" || Taekook

Part 2

"What's uppp, darling?" Jimin's casual tone grated on Taehyung, who rolled his eyes in obvious annoyance. "Tell me the new professor's name," Without any greeting back or formality Taehyung demanded, his voice thick with authority. But Jimin wasn't fazed. What did catch him off guard, though, was the nature of Taehyung's question.

"Oh, man. At least have some mercy on his handsome face," Jimin quipped, smirking. He knew Taehyung never took an interest in anyone's life, so the fact that he was asking about someone meant only one thing—Taehyung had some devious plan in mind.

"Just answer me." Taehyung's voice dropped to a dangerously low tone, sending a shiver down Jimin's spine. Gulping, he stammered, "Jeon Jungkook."

Something shifted in Taehyung the moment that name left Jimin's lips. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but it felt as though the name—no, the man behind the name—had done something to him. Heart pounding in his chest, he found himself unable to shake the thought of the new professor. What the hell was wrong with him? Taehyung never cared about anyone, never bothered with what others did or didn't do. Yet, here he was, fixated on someone he supposedly disdained—or so he kept telling himself.

That night, Taehyung's thoughts kept circling back to Jungkook, tugging at him until sleep finally claimed him.

Jungkook stepped out of his cabin, ready to discuss a few matters with the principal. As he made his way through the university corridors, his gaze fell on the same arrogant kid he had noticed before. This time, the boy was with someone slightly shorter, but Jungkook's attention was drawn to the kid's expression—or lack of it. He stood there with a completely blank face, his posture rigid and unyielding, which sent an odd discomfort creeping through Jungkook.

From their previous encounter, Jungkook had already classified this kid as someone full of himself. The way he dressed only solidified that impression. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged his legs, paired with a crisp white shirt tucked neatly in. Over this, he sported a flashy Ferrari jacket that practically screamed wealth and privilege. It was clear the kid had expensive taste, and it didn't take a genius to figure out he came from a well-off family.

But the boy's background did nothing to change Jungkook's opinion of him; if anything, it reinforced his disdain. He had encountered enough students like him—those who carried an air of superiority and looked down on others. With a heavy sigh, Jungkook forced himself to push aside thoughts of the boy and continued on his way to the principal's office, determined to focus on what he needed to discuss.

By midday, Jungkook had wrapped up most of his classes and felt the need for a quick break. He headed for the cafeteria, craving a moment to unwind with some coffee. But just as he turned into the hallway, the unmistakable sound of commotion reached his ears. Frowning, he quickened his pace, drawn toward the growing crowd.

As he approached, a knot of students clustered around something—or someone—in the middle of the hall. With a sinking feeling, Jungkook pushed his way through the mass of bodies. His breath caught at the sight before him.

At the center of the chaos was Taehyung, a notoriously volatile student. His fists flew in a vicious rhythm, pummeling another boy whose face was already swollen, bruised, and bleeding. The victim was slumped, barely conscious, while Taehyung showed no sign of stopping. Each punch was more brutal than the last, fueled by an anger that seemed almost inhuman.

Jungkook's gut twisted. What stunned him even more was the complete lack of intervention—no one dared to step in, the crowd merely watched in frozen fear, eyes wide, lips sealed.

Gritting his teeth, Jungkook surged forward. "Enough!" His voice cut through the chaos, loud and commanding, as he shoved Taehyung backward. Grabbing the battered student, Jungkook yanked him out of Taehyung's reach.