"I was always top in studies; I'm still top in every fvcking thing,"
"I bet not in bed, professor,"
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- #SlowBurn
- #ProfessorXStudent
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- #SideShip: Namjin
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Longest chap till now. Go ahead 9k words. Comment down.
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After some time, Yoongi stood upstairs, looking down at the big party happening in his house. The whole place was full of people—talking, laughing, and enjoying themselves. The decorations shined under the warm lights, making everything look beautiful. Soft music played in the background, mixing with the happy voices, making the place feel lively.
"No matter how lovely it is but I'm not for this"
But even with all the excitement, Yoongi stayed in his quiet corner, away from the crowd. His hand rested on the railing, fingers tapping lightly as he watched everything below. He never liked big gatherings, and tonight was the same. The noise, the people, the long conversations—none of it made him happy.
To be honest he is just the person who stays away from getting socialize.
His sharp eyes moved around, looking at the guests. Some were talking seriously, others were laughing together, and a few were dancing, enjoying the music. Some were busy taking pictures, trying to save the moment.
Yoongi sighed softly, feeling distant, even in his own home. He didn’t dislike the party itself. What he hated the most were the relatives. The ones who always came to compare him to others, making comments about his life as if he was never enough. Well, well relatives are bitches.
His jaw tightened slightly, but he pushed the thought away. Instead, his eyes moved over the crowd again, until—
He saw him.
Jimin.
Standing in the middle of the hall, wearing a perfect red suit, looking breathtaking. It was like he had his own light, making the whole room shine brighter. But today, something was different. He wasn’t wearing his round glasses, the ones that always made him look strict. His soft, beautiful eyes were visible, glowing under the lights as he smiled.
Yoongi didn’t even realize he was gripping the railing tighter. His heart did that annoying thing again—a small, quick beat, a slight increase in speed. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, it happened every time he looked at Jimin like this. Tonight was no different.
Jimin was talking to a guest, just like Mr. Min, who was also busy with others. Yoongi didn’t know what Jimin was saying, but whatever it was, it made him smile. That bright, heartwarming smile that made something in Yoongi’s chest feel warm and strange at the same time.
He sighed again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the party or the guests. No, this time, it was because of something else—something he wasn’t ready to say out loud yet. Or he just can't express.
