My Naughty professor ।। PJM।।

16.

The rustle of footsteps slicing through the tense silence and signaling that Students are going to arrive soon for their next class. the sounds of shuffling papers and low chatter filling the outside of the class. Jimin’s hands slip reluctantly from your face, but he doesn’t step back. His gaze remains locked on you, his expression softened, a silent promise lingering in his eyes.

“Meet me after school,” he says, his voice low but resolute. “We’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything. No more hiding.” There’s a firmness in his tone, an assurance that eases some of the doubt twisting in your chest.

You nod, swallowing back the uncertainty still gnawing at you, though his words hold a hint of comfort.

You quickly wipe away your tears, forcing a small, shaky smile in his direction, knowing he’s already carrying enough weight of his own. His face is etched with so much pain and regret, it stirs something inside you—an ache that makes you wish things were different, simpler. But for now, all you can do is hold yourself together.

With a quiet breath, you swing your bag over your shoulder and turn to leave, moving swiftly toward the door. You lower your head as you step out, hoping to avoid any curious eyes, and make your way to your next class, letting the routine guide you forward. Each step feels heavy, but you push on, steeling yourself until you’re ready to face him again, hoping that whatever he shares later will help you make sense of it all.

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Lunch arrives, and you find yourself drifting silently into the cafeteria, each step weighed down by the questions swirling in your mind. Lisa’s absence doesn’t surprise you—she always seems to disappear when things get complicated, leaving you tangled in the mess she helped create. You sit alone, poking at your food, your thoughts too loud to ignore.

Why hadn’t Lisa ever told you she was Jimin’s ex sister-in-law? The betrayal of that realization stings, each hidden truth pulling you further into a storm of doubt and mistrust. If she kept that from you, what else is she hiding? And the memory of Jimin kissing her at the club lingers in your mind like a shadow, its bitterness settling heavily in your chest. Did it mean something? Or was it just another one of her manipulations?

You chew your food slowly, your gaze unfocused, staring past the crowded room. With every bite, your mind unravels more questions, each one feeding the uneasy twisting in your stomach. The pounding of your heart drowns out the chatter around you, the tension tightening with each thought, each secret still left uncovered.

Your phone buzzes, and you glance down to see Siya’s message lighting up the screen.

Boss bitch♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱:

"Ma lady! 😂😂😂 Jake is in trouble again.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, and the weight in your chest eases, if only a little. The curiosity sparks, momentarily scattering the clouds of questions and hurt you’d been carrying all day.

You quickly type back,

Lotusbud(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠

“What did he do this time?”

Letting the lighthearted distraction pull you away from the heaviness. You can almost imagine Siya’s mischievous grin as she types, knowing she’s got some juicy story to share about Jake’s latest escapade. For now, at least, it’s a welcome escape—a reminder of the people who keep you grounded, no matter how tangled everything else feels.

Boss bitch♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

Lisa called him for a patch-up, and he flew over