"I was always top in studies; I'm still top in every fvcking thing,"
"I bet not in bed, professor,"
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- #EnemiesToLovers
- #HateToLove
- #SlowBurn
- #ProfessorXStudent
- #TopYoongi
- #BottomJimin
- #SideShip: Namjin
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- Future smut 🔞
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YOONGI’S POV
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling as I watched Jimin leave his cabin. I hate this feeling—seeing him with someone else, even if it was just for work or practice. Mine is mine, and I don’t like sharing.
I waited a few moments before stepping out. Jimin had just left, and I didn’t want anyone outside connecting the dots or spreading unnecessary rumors that could affect him. And i care more about him than anything else.
After a few minutes, I finally walked out, keeping my expression cold, straight and unreadable as usual. But deep down, I was irritated. And to make things worse, my eyes landed on Namjoon, who was casually walking toward me while sipping water from a bottle. As soon as he got close enough, he tossed it in my direction.
I caught it effortlessly, twisted the cap open, and drank the entire thing in one go before throwing it back at him. "Thanks," I muttered.
Namjoon smirked, stepping beside me and slinging an arm over my shoulder.
"Well, well… you look jealous," he teased, and I rolled my eyes.
"What else do you expect from me?" I scoffed. "Didn’t you see how they were dancing? It was annoying. And you know what’s even more annoying? That damn Lia. Out of all people, she has to be my partner."
Namjoon chuckled, clearly amused.
"Of course, you’d laugh," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "I’d love to see your reaction if Jin-hyung were in Jimin’s place."
Namjoon instantly stiffened, his mind clearly imaging the whole scenario, and I smirked at the way his expression shifted.
Before he could come up with a comeback, someone called out to us.
"Namjoon, Yoongi! The choreographer and Mr. Park are calling you!"
Our conversation came to a end as we needed to go or my love would never hesitate to throw us out of rehersal hall.
"Let’s go," I said, and Namjoon nodded, following me as we made our way back to the rehearsal hall.
The cool night air brushed against my skin, and for a moment, everything was peaceful. The university grounds were quiet now, barely a soul in sight, and the dark sky stretched endlessly above us. The stillness reminded me of a particular or you can say a very special night—the night Jimin and I got stuck in the library together.
'Gosh!!'
How we used to fight that time. how annoyed we were finding that we stucked with each other in the library, when we hated each other's presence.
