Professor is "MINE" || Taekook

Part8

"HOW DARE YOU, FUCKERRRR!" Taehyung screamed into Javiour's face. The echo of his rage filled the basketball court, but the man before him merely smirked, unbothered by the outburst.

"Pissed now, aren't we, Kim?" Javiour's cocky grin faltered as Taehyung's fist collided with his jaw, sending a sharp jolt of pain through his body.

"YOU FUCKING CHEATER!" Taehyung bellowed, his voice breaking as he started kicking Javiour in the stomach, each blow fueled by unrelenting fury.

Javiour coughed, blood sputtering from his lips as he tried desperately to push Taehyung off, but the enraged man was unyielding. Taehyung's wrath was a storm, impossible to tame. The crowd around them froze in a mixture of shock and fear, too stunned to intervene.

Just as it seemed Javiour might lose consciousness, someone shoved Taehyung backward with all their strength.

"What the hell, Taehyung!" Jimin's voice was sharp, his hands gripping Taehyung's shoulders in an attempt to ground him.

But Taehyung was far from done. His eyes blazed with fury as he struggled against Jimin's hold, his chest heaving with adrenaline.

"FUCKING LEAVE ME, JIMIN!" he roared, his voice echoing across the court.

Jimin, however, refused to let go. Tightening his grip, he leaned in and whispered urgently, "Taehyung, calm down! We don't have any evidence against him. Please!"

"Does it look like I care?!" Taehyung spat, his voice trembling with rage. His piercing glare shot daggers at Javiour, who was now writhing on the ground. "I KNOW HE WAS THE ONE WHO LOCKED UP MY TEAM MEMBERS! I'LL KILL THIS BASTARD!"

But before he could charge at Javiour again, Jimin dragged him outside the basketball court with Herculean effort, sweat beading on his forehead.

In an empty classroom, Jimin watched as Taehyung repeatedly slammed his already-bloodied fist into the wall, his rage refusing to dissipate.

"Enough. Is. Enough," Jimin said sternly, his voice quivering with barely restrained anger. But his glossy eyes betrayed his concern, and Taehyung noticed.

"Jimin, he fucking cheated and—"

"Taehyung!" Jimin cut him off sharply, his voice rising for the first time. "I know he's behind it. I know he sabotaged our team to win the basketball match. But do you know what you just did?!" Jimin's voice cracked. "By hitting him, by causing this drama, everyone's going to think he's innocent! You've ruined everything—again."

Taehyung exhaled heavily, the fire in his chest slowly extinguishing as Jimin's words sank in. He slumped into a chair, his clenched jaw and trembling hands betraying his lingering frustration.

"Let's go to the medical room," Jimin said after a moment, softening his tone. "We need to treat your wounds."

"I'm fine, Jimin-ah," Taehyung muttered, but the pout forming on his lips made Jimin chuckle despite the tension.

"Taehyung?"

The sound of that voice—deep, warm, and melodic—made Taehyung freeze in his tracks. His head snapped up, and there he was.

Jeon Jungkook.

The sight of him had the same effect it always did: Taehyung's breath hitched, his chest tightening. It didn't matter how many times they crossed paths. Jungkook always managed to steal his breath away.

The nerdy professor tilted his head slightly, his concern evident as he approached. His glasses perched perfectly on his nose, his loose shirt and tie slightly disheveled from a long day of work.

"Threw some fists again?" Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow as his lips curved into a teasing smile.

"N-no, I—uh," Taehyung stammered, his ears turning pink.

"Relax," Jungkook chuckled, placing a comforting hand on Taehyung's shoulder and leaning down to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean it in a bad way."

The proximity made Taehyung's heart race uncontrollably. The gentle touch of Jungkook's hand on his shoulder was enough to send butterflies swarming in his stomach.

"Where's the nurse? Why are you doing it yourself?" Jungkook asked, standing upright again as he adjusted his glasses—a simple action that made Taehyung's knees weak.

"She's not here, so I decided to do it myself," Taehyung mumbled, not daring to admit that he had scared the nurse out of the room.

Jungkook hummed in response, looking around the medical room. "I came here to grab some painkillers," he explained, rubbing his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung blurted out, his concern slipping through despite himself.

Jungkook smiled softly. "Don't worry. Headaches are pretty normal for teachers."

Taehyung chuckled lightly as he began fumbling with the bandages again.

"You're doing it wrong. Let me help." Jungkook knelt in front of Taehyung, taking his injured hand gently in his own.

Taehyung's breath hitched again as Jungkook carefully unwrapped the poorly applied bandage.

"You didn't even clean the wound or apply ointment before wrapping it," Jungkook remarked with a raised eyebrow, his tone a mix of chastisement and amusement.

"Who cares?" Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly, earning a disapproving glance from Jungkook.

"It doesn't matter if anyone else cares. You should take care of yourself—for your sake," Jungkook said firmly, his calm demeanor carrying an unspoken weight.

Taehyung stared at him, captivated. Everything about Jungkook was so different from him—so steady, so composed.

Water and fire,
Light and dark,
Soft and hard,
Right and wrong,
Love and hate,
Clean and dirty,
Truth and lie,
Safe and dangerous,
Beginning and end

Opposites in every way.

Yet, Taehyung couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

Jungkook's voice broke his thoughts. "You really took your anger out on an innocent wall, didn't you?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Think less, Professor. Your head's already aching."

Jungkook chuckled softly as he finished wrapping the bandage properly.

"All done," he said with a satisfied smile. "Don't forget to change the bandage tonight. And drink some warm milk before bed—it'll help."

"Milk?" Taehyung repeated incredulously, his cheeks heating up at the older man's caring tone.

"Yes, milk." Jungkook smirked knowingly. "Unless you want to stay up all night overthinking?"

"I'm not a ten-year-old," Taehyung grumbled, crossing his arms with a pout.

"No, but you still don't know how to take care of yourself," Jungkook countered, leaning in slightly with a teasing tilt of his head.

Before Taehyung could react—or completely lose his composure—Jimin entered the room, holding a bottle of water and snacks.

"I got what you needed," Jimin announced, his eyes darting between Taehyung and Jungkook with curiosity.

Jungkook straightened up, his usual calm demeanor returning. "Take care, Taehyung. I'll be leaving now."

With that, he exited the room, leaving Taehyung feeling both relieved and restless.

Jimin raised an eyebrow at his best friend. "It's not what you think!" Taehyung snapped, glaring at him.

Jimin shrugged, biting back a grin. He was just happy. His best friend finally had someone who cared—and a handsome one at that. What else Taehyung even deserves, right?

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