Professor ~ Yoonmin ff~

Yoongi’s footsteps echoed down the hallway, his mind racing. His chest tightened with every step. What just happened? The kiss. The touch. Jimin had kissed him, and it had left him feeling like his whole world had been turned upside down. Why did he do that? Why did I let it happen?

But there was something else, something that gnawed at his mind—the look in Jimin’s eyes. The way his voice trembled with something Yoongi couldn’t quite place. Was it jealousy? Or something more?

As Yoongi entered the hallway outside the library, his thoughts were still jumbled, but his anger started to build. Jimin had crossed a line. A line that Yoongi had tried so hard to keep in place. He couldn’t let this continue. He couldn’t let himself get lost in Jimin’s games.

Jimin’s POV:

I didn’t know what to feel. I had kissed him, and he had pushed me away. Why did I do that? I knew the consequences. I knew it was wrong, that it could ruin everything between us.

But I couldn’t help it. I loved him. I always had.

I stood there, heart pounding in my chest, waiting for Yoongi to return. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t just pretend that nothing had happened, not after the way he’d looked at me. But I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. He wouldn’t look at me the same way again.

Yoongi didn’t show up right away, but when he did, his expression was cold, hard, and unreadable. I could see the anger in his eyes, though. The way his jaw was clenched, the tightness in his shoulders.

"You think you can just kiss me and walk away?" Yoongi’s voice was low, dangerously calm, and it sent a chill down my spine. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

I stood still, my throat tight. "Yoongi, I—"

"No," he interrupted, stepping closer to me, his eyes narrowed in frustration. "You listen to me. I told you before. I am your professor. We can’t do this. I don’t care how you feel, you can’t—"

"I love you," I blurted out, cutting him off before he could say anything else.