"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
Warning ⚠️
- Future smut 🔞
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Sorry for late. I came yesterday and wrote soon as possible.
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I'll write bounded by hate too.
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After spending some quiet, sweet moments in the garden, Yoongi and Jimin slowly made their way back inside the Min mansion.
The evening felt perfect. Peaceful. Like nothing could go wrong anymore.
But as soon as they stepped into the living room, something completely unexpected happened—something that no one was ready for.
A calm, serious voice cut through the cozy air like a knife.
“You are under arrest, Mr. Min Yoongi.”
The words echoed loudly through the hall, bouncing off the high walls of the mansion. It was sharp.
Everyone froze in place.
All the laughter, the background music, even the quiet murmurs from earlier—everything stopped at once. The room became completely silent. It was like the whole house forgot how to breathe.
Yoongi stopped walking. His steps froze. His heart did too, for a second.
He looked up slowly, confused, stunned, and completely caught off guard. Mr. and Mrs. Min hurried toward them after hearing the voice, their expressions filled with panic and disbelief. They stood close to their son and looked at the man who had spoken.
Yoongi just stared ahead. He didn’t blink. His mind was trying to make sense of the words. Trying to believe it wasn’t real. But the seriousness in that voice told him this wasn’t a joke.
Even Namjoon, who usually stayed calm in every situation, looked shocked. His eyes widened as he looked at the man standing in front of them. It was as if he too couldn’t believe what he was seeing or hearing.
“What?” Yoongi finally said, the word leaving his lips without thinking. His voice sounded more like a whisper. Like a broken piece of hope.
He looked at the man again, hoping it was a prank or some misunderstanding. But the coldness in the other person’s eyes didn’t go away.
“I think I need to repeat myself, Mr. Min Yoongi,” the man said, voice colder than before. “You are under arrest.”
He stood, completely calm, one hand casually tucked into his pant pocket. His tone was emotionless. It didn’t feel like someone they knew anymore.
