Professor ~ Yoonmin ff~

Jimin’s mind was clouded with jealousy, something he had never felt before when it came to Yoongi. The day had started like any other, but everything changed when he overheard some students in the cafeteria talking about Yoongi and Mina, the new girl who had transferred into the university.

"Have you seen Professor Yoongi with Mina?" one girl said, her voice low.

"It’s so strange. He’s never this nice to anyone else, but he’s been giving her all his attention. Do you think... maybe they’re dating?"

The words stung, hitting Jimin harder than he expected. Dating? Yoongi, his professor, with Mina? The thought made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain. He had always liked Yoongi, but this... this was different. Yoongi had never been that way with anyone else. The more Jimin thought about it, the angrier he became.

He stood up, clenching his fists. I can’t let this happen, he thought. Yoongi is mine to deal with, not hers.

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Yoongi’s POV:

Mina. The name kept flashing in my mind, but not for the reasons everyone else seemed to think. She was my cousin, and though I had been helping her out since her transfer, the connection between us was entirely familial. She was like a sister to me. It wasn’t anything more than that.

But every time I looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel an odd pressure. I didn’t want to feel this way; she was family. But there was someone else on my mind, and it wasn’t Mina. It was Jimin.

Jimin. My bratty, infuriating, beautiful student.

The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every time he was near me, my attention would shift solely to him. He was distracting, in a way that had nothing to do with his studies. There was something about his smile, his eyes, his sarcasm—it made me lose focus. And Mina, with all her polite, studious questions? She couldn’t distract me the way Jimin could.

I was teaching her in the library, trying to be professional, when I noticed Jimin walk in. His posture was tense, his face flushed. It was clear something was bothering him.

He walked straight up to us, his eyes narrowed, and before I could even greet him, he spoke.

"Professor," Jimin said, voice icy. "I need to talk to you."