"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 chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Jimin put on the helmet. He reached out, adjusting the strap properly under Jimin’s chin before whispering, "This bike and this man—both are yours."
Jimin rolled his eyes playfully before climbing onto the backseat, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist.
JIMIN'S POV
In the ride, we were bickering as always; you can say it's our love language to play a word war.
"Now enough, okay? I quit this word war," Yoon chuckled, giving up on the man who never loses in front of anyone, just quitting in front of me.
"I'm tired," I said, leaning my head on Yoon's back while closing my eyes, feeling his warmth and the cold breeze on my shivering skin. I could see without seeing Yoon smiling, feeling my head touching his back.
"Just sleep after we reach," Yoon told me, and I immediately replied, "I'm hungry, so first I'll eat, then sleep."
"By the way, you never told me you were this good at dancing," Yoon asked, trying to know me more, and I zoned out for a moment, remembering that time.
"You never asked. You know we used to go to university just for dance... like, you could say at one point I had two dreams: one, I would be a professor, and two, I would be a dancer and open my own academy, but I chose one," I told him with a soft smile.
"You know what? You still can complete your second dream," Yoon said, and I was shocked. "Huh?"
"You heard right, Jimin-ah. You still can complete it. I'm always with you, and I'll always be," Yoon told me proudly, and I wanted to cry, wondering what I did to deserve a man, a perfect partner like Yoon. The man who adores my dreams.
"What's your dream, Yoon?" I asked out of nowhere, and Yoon chuckled. I never asked and didn't even know what his dream was.
"Dream? Well, I have no dream." Yoon's answer made me confused.
"But have you ever thought about being something?" "Dream?" Yoon's voice came out almost like a whisper, as if the word itself carried too much weight, as if saying it out loud would make it even more painful. His gaze was distant, staring past me, lost somewhere in the past. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't continue, but then, after a sharp inhale, his voice returned—low, steady, and carrying years of unspoken emotions.
"I was never allowed to dream," he murmured, a bitter smile ghosting over his lips. "From the moment I was old enough to understand things, I was forced into doing what I never wanted. I was told to follow a path that others had chosen for me, one that I had no interest in, one that never felt like mine. And every single time I tried to take a step toward something I truly liked, every time I dared to show excitement or passion for something outside their expectations, I was scolded, criticized, made to feel like I was wrong for even thinking that way." He let out a slow breath, his fingers clenching around the handle of the bike as if holding himself together. "It never mattered what I wanted. It never mattered what made me happy. It was always about what they thought was best, about what was 'right' in their eyes. My choices, my feelings, my dreams… none of it ever mattered." His voice wavered slightly on the last word, but he quickly composed himself, swallowing down whatever emotion threatened to surface.
