Professor Jeon || JJK FF || ✓

Professor Jeon XI

Yn's POV

Belongingness. Loved. Treasured. That's what I felt when he carried me in his arms.

Walking through the quiet streets leading to his apartment brought a sense of home to me. The feeling of his touch embedded in my skin and the warmth of his hold. It's enough for me to forget and not give a damn about this whole world.

His pace of walking was slow because he had me in his arms, scooped up in bridal style, he made his way to the place he calls ours.

I seemed to forget about my every worries. Only the feel of his lips to bring me back to reality lingers through me. I momentarily forgot about my stalker and his demand for the date at 7pm. I looked at the dark sky, indicating it could be far past seven o'clock.

I ignored the man's threat, closing my red and puffy eyes as his footsteps were the only source of sound.

His hand lovingly caressed my right arm as he looked at me with a faint smile on his lips, making my heart skip a beat or two. I softly smiled back at him, nuzzling my face in his chest.

The moment of peace between us felt to be broken as the sound of distinct footsteps captured our attention. Jungkook paused in his way and tilted his head slightly to look at the backside to find nothing under the soft glow of the street lamps and continued to walk again in silence, holding me protectively.

"Jungkook..." I whispered, my voice a hushed tone of mild panic.

"Yes love?" He asked ever so softly than he usually does.

"I think I am being followed." I replied, my voice dropping to a whisper.

His steps halted as he looked at the surrounding area again, "why do you think so?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he looked out again and again for anyone.

"It might be another person passing by." He assured me, "don't worry. You are safe with me."

His words calmed me down a little but I knew I was right here. I was being followed. As usual.

We reached the ground floor of his apartment. He made his way towards the elevator and put his floor number. The elevator's door opened and he stepped inside and then it closed, moving up to the 7th floor.

"You can put me down." I told him but he just shook his head.

"You twisted your ankle just a few moments ago. I can't take the risk." He replied to me, holding me even closer than I already was.

The elevator ascended to the seventh floor as the doors opened, revealing the hallway leading to his apartment. He stepped out and went towards his apartment door and opened it, walking inside, he closed it behind us.

He put me down on the couch, "sit here."

He bent down and pulled out my shoes then went to keep it in the shoe rack. After that, he came back to me, sitting next to me on the couch and grabbed my thighs, turning me around on the couch to face him. He put my sprained ankle on his left palm and gently pressed the swollen area.

It was now bruised, having formed a dark purple area.

A yelp of pain left my lips and he stopped pressing the swollen area, "looks bad..." He examined my ankle for a few moments before putting it back over his thigh.

He let out a tired huff of breath, looking down at the tiled floor. He looked back up into my eyes and spoke, "Yn, what's wrong?"

I gulped down on my saliva, my eyes falling down on my lap, "I am sorry." That was all that left my mouth out of guilt and embarrassment. I almost tried to end everything with Jungkook because of a fucking stalker.