"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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JIMIN'S POV
I was still shirtless, lying under him, and he-he was just in a towel.
Heck.
What if someone came in right now-
Knock. Knock.
A sudden knock on the door made my entire body freeze.
"Jimin..."
A familiar voice called my name from the other side.
My breath hitched.
Papa.
I raised my head to look at Yoon. He looked back at me. Then we looked at our position. Panic rushed between us in an instant.
I didn't even know if he had locked the door or not. What if Papa opened it and walked inside? No way. No way!
In a hurry, I pushed Yoon away-maybe a little too hard-because he lost his balance and landed beside me with a small thud. He gave me an annoyed look, clearly not appreciating my sudden action.
"Why does he have to come here at this time?" Yoon muttered, sounding frustrated but still calm like it didn't bother him at all.
'What the hell?!'
I was panicking, my heart was beating like crazy, and this guy-he was completely calm!
"What the heck! Where is my shirt?!" I whisper-shouted, looking around frantically. Then my eyes landed on him again. "And you-go wear your clothes! You're just standing there in a... towel!" My voice came out embarrassed, and that was a mistake.
Because the moment I said that, he smirked.
'Oh, this bastard.'
I felt my face heat up, but I had no time to deal with him right now. My hands moved quickly as I searched for my missing shirt, knowing Papa was still at the door. If we didn't answer soon, he might come inside.
"You-go and wear your clothes before I kick your ass!" I snapped, my voice sharp but still quiet enough so that Papa wouldn't hear.
Finally, I spotted my shirt-on the corner of the bed, exactly where Yoon had thrown it earlier.
Yoon let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes like this was such a hassle for him. Then, just to annoy me more, he slowly walked to the closet, taking his time as he pulled out his clothes one by one.
He was doing it on purpose.
I glared at him. "Yoon!" I whispered angrily.
He smirked again but finally grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the washroom.
