𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 || 21+

☆ | 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍

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[Edited] 🎀

• This OneShot is with Little Hind dilogues 🍓

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• Authors POV:

Y/N stared at the whiteboard in shock, her eyes wide, as her husband-Professor Kim Taehyung-announced with his usual devilish smile:

"Class, we're having a surprise math test today. Thirty marks. No calculators. No complaints."

The entire class groaned loudly in frustration.

"Yeh kya mazaak hai?"
(What kind of joke is this?)
Y/N muttered under her breath, looking at him like he had just destroyed her entire life, like he had cancelled her weekend and her Netflix subscription at once.

Taehyung's eyes locked with hers from across the room, and his eyes found hers-and the audacity, the audacity-he winked.

"Kya karu ab... ise gaali bhi nahi de sakti... pati hai jo mera..."
(What do I do now? I can't even curse at him... he's my husband...)
She pouted while sulking silently, hugging her pencil like it was her only weapon.

As Taehyung walked past her desk to hand out the test papers, he leaned in, way too close, and whispered with that smug tone only he could pull off:

"You're gonna ace this, right, Mrs. Kim?"

She looked at him with a blank, unimpressed face.
"Main tumse baat nahi kar rahi."
("I'm not talking to you.")

Taehyung chuckled softly.
"You'll talk when you see the bonus question is about our anniversary date."

She blinked, expression was still cold.
"Tumhe lagta hai mujhe yaad hai?"
("You really think I remember?")

He gasped dramatically.
"Wow! Disrespect! This is divorce-worthy behavior!"

She rolled her eyes.
"Disrespect? Tumne beech class mein test leke mujhse badla liya hai."
("Disrespect? You gave me a surprise test in class just to take revenge!")

He smiled like an innocent child.
"Revenge nahi hai. Ye toh pyaar hai... math wale form mein."
("It's not revenge. It's love... in the form of math.")

"Toh mujhe calculator aur lawyer dono chahiye."
("Then I need both a calculator and a lawyer.")

As the test started, Y/N stared at question number two like it was written in an alien language.

"Mujhe numbers se allergy hai yaar..."
("I'm allergic to numbers, man...")
She whispered to herself, chewing her pencil in frustration.

Halfway through the test, she gave up and scribbled on her answer sheet:
"Question 3 ka answer: Tum soch lo, main toh tumse naraz hoon."
("Answer for question 3: You decide, I'm mad at you anyway.")

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After class ended, Taehyung was waiting for her outside the room, smiling like an overexcited puppy.

"So? How was the test, jaan? (Love)"

She glared at him like she wanted to kill him.
"Tum mujhe sirf bedroom mein tang karte toh chalega, lekin classroom mein torture mat karo."
(It's fine if you bother me in the bedroom. But don't torture me in the classroom.)

Taehyung burst into laughter.
"Acha baba sorry! Agli baar sirf oral test-"
("Okay okay, sorry! Next time, only an oral test-")

She smacked his arm with her notebook.
"Taehyung!" she whispered sharply, her cheeks turning red. "The students were watching!"