"Jungkook… some days ago, I heard something about you, and it’s not leaving my mind," Yn said, resting her head against the edge of the sofa, her voice quiet.
Jungkook looked up from his book, eyes narrowing slightly.
“What’s bothering you, kid?”
“I heard… that once, you punished a student harshly just for dropping a pen in your lecture,”
she said nervously, clutching a pillow to her chest.
Jungkook let out a short chuckle. “You actually believe that?”
“No! I swear I didn’t,” Yn rushed to say.
“I brushed it off, thinking it was just another exaggerated tale of your... well, cruelty. But after what happened in class the other day, I—I keep thinking about it. Over and over.”
He sighed, sitting up straighter.
“Yn, those boys disturbed my class. You know that—I already explained it. And as for punishing someone over dropping a pen? Come on, even I’m not that unreasonable.”
“But doesn’t your class get disturbed even if someone drops a pen?” she asked, genuinely curious.
Jungkook gave a slight nod.
“It does, but there’s a difference. Talking during a lecture is a conscious choice. Dropping a pen? That’s a mistake. I don’t punish for accidents.”
“Oh,” she said softly, a flicker of relief on her face.
A small smirk curled on Jungkook’s lips.
“Any more terrifying rumors you want me to clear up?”
“Did Eunwoo oppa really get strapped by you multiple times?” Yn asked, tilting her head.
Jungkook chuckled.
“Now that one’s true. He kept landing himself in trouble. Repeatedly. What choice did I have?”
“Were any of those punishments… for trivial things?” she asked hesitantly, watching his expression.
He sighed.
“I don’t use the strap for trivial reasons, Yn. Only when they cross a line.”
There was a pause before she spoke again. “One last question.”
“Go ahead,” he said, leaning forward.
“If that day… instead of me and Taehyung, it had been any other students, how would you have punished them?” she asked, eyes locked on his.
Jungkook was silent for a moment, then said calmly,
“Exactly the way I punished you.”
“That’s a lie,” Yn whispered.
“You went easy on me, Jungkook. You even kept the real reason hidden from the whole class. You protected me.”
He exhaled, expression unreadable.
“You already know the truth, so why ask?”
“Because I want to hear you say it.”
Her voice was firm now, but still trembling at the edges.
“Would you have used the strap on me… if I weren’t me?”
she asked quietly, her fingers tightening around the pillow.
Jungkook looked at her, eyes dark.
“I don’t use the strap on first-year students, Yn.”
“Then what?” she pushed.
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PROFESSOR JEON
FanfictionA professor with a stern personality who fell for his student who is his wife too. A girl who likes to stay away from troubles caught feelings for her husband. what will happen when the most strict professor of Seoul caught up in the unknown feel...
