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
Finally, we arrived. After seven days, home always feels the best. We stood in front of the entrance, just to see two smiling faces: Mom and Papa.
Before I could react, I was tightly hugged by Mom, but wait—I couldn't believe what I just saw—
Papa was hugging Yoon, and he stood there like a statue. It was the first time I saw them standing in front of each other. I had never seen them even talk, and here Papa was, hugging him.
"Home sweet home."
I was the happiest, and Mom was on cloud nine seeing them together. Yoon didn’t react; he was just a statue, like he was wondering what just happened. Before he could do anything, Papa awkwardly pulled back and hugged me.
It must have been awkward for them. I think Papa hugged Yoon out of excitement. Mom also hugged Yoon.
"I missed you both, but I missed my Jimin-ah more," I smirked and noticed Yoon's sulky face, looking like a kid whose parents want to adopt another child in his absence.
"Stop being jealous," I said, and he rolled his eyes as he walked inside.
We all came inside and took our seats on the couch. Yoon plopped himself down like he was the one who did all the work. I sat beside him, while Mom and Dad sat in front of us.
"Jealous and me? Are you forgetting you got my mom because of me?" he said silkily. Indeed, he is the spoiled child, mostly by Mom.
"Well, no thanks. I would make her my mother even without you," I said confidently, but he gave me an uninterested look.
"Oh god, stop fighting like cat and dog. Yoongi and Yuna used to—" Mom was about to say something when she paused. Suddenly, the smile fell from her face, even Yoon’s.
Who is she? Who is Yuna? That girl in the picture? Was she important to him? To Mom and Papa? Why am I feeling this? Why does it feel like it should just be me?
Before I could question anything, Papa asked, "How was the trip?"
I thought it best not to ask anything, at least not right now.
"It was good, Papa. You know, our team won most of the tasks, and Yoon was in my team," I proudly told them. I noticed Yoon from the corner of my eye, a sweet smile playing on his lips as he fiddled with the pillow cover. I knew he smiled because I mentioned him being on my team.
"I'm proud of you," Mom said, and I smiled back.
"I'm glad you both had fun," Papa added, and I nodded my head. He didn't even look up. So rude.
"You both should rest; you must be tired." Well, that was true. It was fun but tiring too. My legs ached, and my back was sore. Yoon must be feeling the same.
