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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AUTHOR'S POV
Jin was overjoyed. Finally, he had found house to live, that's to with family. He could hardly believe it; the thought of moving in another house filled him with excitement.
"Aunty was so sweet! Now I can finally move!" Jin exclaimed happily.
He felt even happier because today was the day he was going on a date with his boyfriend, a surprise planned by Namjoon.
Jin sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wanted to look good, but unfortunately, all of his clothes were ruined from that fight with the thief.
He stepped into a beautiful café, and to his surprise, he found the entire place empty except for his dimpled man sitting there, a warm smile lighting up his face.
"This man booked the whole café for our date?" Jin sighed in disbelief, feeling a mix of admiration and amusement.
"You came, Jinnie..." Namjoon said, standing up to hug him. He then pulled out Jin's chair like a true gentleman, inviting him to sit.
"Do I look good?" Jin asked, self-consciously glancing at his disheveled clothes.
"You are literally the reason for my heart's demise with those good looks, and you're asking me this?" Namjoon replied, earning a playful smack from Jin.
"I got a house!" Jin announced excitedly, which made Namjoon roll his eyes.
"I thought you'd come with me," Namjoon said, a hint of disappointment in his tone.
"Well... I will, but maybe after marriage," Jin said without thinking, and Namjoon looked at him with bright, hopeful eyes.
"You'll marry me, right?" Namjoon asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Who asks like that?" Jin replied, rolling his eyes playfully. "But wait, I want to take my revenge! You made me wait for so many years; now it’s my turn!"
Namjoon reached out, placing his hand over Jin's, a gesture that made Jin's heart flutter.
"I know I made mistakes. But... I want to tell you the truth, Jin... I can't hide it anymore," Namjoon said, looking down nervously.
"What truth?!" Jin asked, tilting Namjoon's chin up to meet his gaze, curiosity and concern mingling in his expression.
"Um... Promise you won't tell Yoongi Hyung " Jin held Namjoon's hand tightly..
"Promise "
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Flashback
One 17-year-old handsome boy, Namjoon, stopped his bike in front of his best friend Yoongi's huge mansion. He pulled off his helmet, tugging it onto the bike handle, and ran his hand through his messy hair. The boy didn't have a license, but who cares? He was a skilled rider. The handsome boy opened his jacket zipper because he was feeling hot, revealing his white shirt underneath. He stepped inside and noticed a middle-aged lady, his best friend's mother, Min Aunty, busy in the kitchen.
