Rain tapped softly against the huge glass windows of Seoul National University.

The campus looked calm outside.

Inside Room 407?

Chaos.

“Mr. Kim Taehyung,” the deep voice echoed through the lecture hall, “would you like to explain why your assignment contains lyrics from three different love songs instead of economic theories?”

A few students snorted.

At the back row, Kim Taehyung slowly leaned back in his chair with zero shame.

Black oversized hoodie. Messy curls falling over his forehead. Sharp jawline. Pretty lips curved into a teasing smirk.

And eyes…

Dangerous.

“Because, Professor,” Taehyung replied innocently, “love is the biggest economy.”

The class burst into laughter.

At the front, Professor Jeon Jungkook stared at him with an unreadable expression.

Cold.

Professional.

Perfect.

Black suit. Silver watch. Broad shoulders. Tattoos hidden beneath rolled sleeves. Sharp bunny smile that almost never appeared during lectures.

Twenty-six years old.

Youngest business professor in the university.

And unfortunately for Kim Taehyung…

completely irresistible.

Jungkook adjusted his glasses slowly.

“Get out.”

Taehyung blinked dramatically. “Already? We just started flirting.”

More laughter.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched.

“Detention. Tonight. Eight PM.”

The entire class went silent.

Taehyung tilted his head before smiling like he had just won something.

“Yes, professor.”

Oh, this was going to be dangerous.

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Kim Taehyung

Age 21 yrs

professional: student

Personality:sassy sweet brat cute

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Jeon Jungkook

Age :26 yrs

Professional: professor

personality: possessive loving caring

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Kim Taehyung was trouble.

Not the loud annoying kind.

The pretty kind.

The kind professors warned others about.

The kind students secretly followed with heart eyes.

And the kind Jeon Jungkook absolutely should not notice.

But he did.

Every single day.

Taehyung walked into class twenty minutes late carrying iced coffee like he owned the university.

He flirted with danger naturally.

With professors.

With seniors.

With random strangers.

Yet somehow…

Jungkook noticed Taehyung never crossed real boundaries.

He joked.

Teased.

Provoked.

But his eyes always looked lonely afterward.

That irritated Jungkook more than it should.

“Professor Jeon is staring again,” Jimin whispered beside Taehyung.

Taehyung smirked lazily. “Maybe he’s obsessed with me.”

“Maybe because you keep challenging him.”

Taehyung rested his chin on his palm while watching Jungkook write formulas on the board.

The professor’s sleeves were rolled up today.

Veins visible.

Tattoo peeking slightly.

Taehyung nearly forgot breathing.

“God,” he muttered. “That man should be illegal.”

Jimin choked laughing.

At the front, Jungkook suddenly turned.

Their eyes met.

Caught.

Taehyung didn’t look away.

Instead—

he winked.

The chalk in Jungkook’s hand snapped.

Class froze.

Taehyung grinned proudly.

Jungkook inhaled slowly.

“Mr. Kim.”

“Yes, professor?”

“After class.”

Taehyung whispered to Jimin, “He wants me so bad.”

The classroom emptied quickly afterward.

Taehyung walked casually toward the professor’s desk.

“You called for me?”

Jungkook leaned against the desk with folded arms.

Up close, he looked even more unfairly handsome.

“You enjoy testing my patience?”

Taehyung smiled sweetly. “Only yours.”

“Why?”

The sudden serious question made Taehyung pause.

Jungkook stepped closer.

“You distract the class. You ignore rules. You flirt constantly.”

“And?”

“And you act like nothing matters.”

For a second—

Taehyung’s smile weakened.

But only for a second.

Then he leaned forward slightly.

“What if I just enjoy seeing you lose control, professor?”

Silence.

Dangerous silence.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s lips longer than he should have.

Wrong.

This was wrong.

Student.

Professor.

Completely off-limits.

Yet Taehyung smelled like vanilla and rain and bad decisions.

Jungkook stepped back immediately.

“You should leave.”

Taehyung looked amused.

“Aww. Running away already?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Yes?”

“Stop provoking me.”

Taehyung’s expression turned softer unexpectedly.

“But your reactions are cute.”

Cute?

Nobody had ever called Jeon Jungkook cute.

Before Jungkook could respond—

Taehyung grabbed his bag and walked backward toward the door.

“See you tonight for detention, professor.”

Then he disappeared.

Leaving Jungkook alone.

Breathing hard.

And realizing something terrifying.

Kim Taehyung was becoming a problem.

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The university looked completely different at night.

Quiet hallways.

Dim lights.

Soft rain outside the windows.

And inside Room 407—

Kim Taehyung sat dramatically sprawled across a chair like detention was a luxury vacation.

His phone played music softly while he spun a pen between his fingers.

The clock hit exactly 8:00 PM.

Click.

The classroom door opened.

Professor Jeon Jungkook walked in wearing a black coat over his suit, hair slightly messy from rain.

Taehyung almost forgot how to breathe again.

God.

Why was this man so attractive doing absolutely nothing?

“You’re late,” Taehyung said casually.

Jungkook placed books on the desk. “I said eight. It’s eight.”

“Still rude.”

Jungkook ignored him.

“Sit properly.”

“No.”

“Taehyung.”

The younger smiled slowly at hearing his name without “Mr. Kim.”

“Oh? No professor title?”

Jungkook froze for half a second.

Taehyung noticed immediately.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

“You talk too much,” Jungkook muttered.

“And you stare too much.”

Silence.

The rain outside grew louder.

Jungkook finally sat across from him.

“Write a ten-page apology on academic discipline.”

Taehyung gasped dramatically. “You wound me.”

“Start.”

Instead of writing, Taehyung rested his chin on his palm while staring openly at Jungkook.

The professor tried ignoring it for exactly three minutes.

Then—

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Taehyung smiled.

“Because you’re handsome.”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You flirt with everyone?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“I flirt with people I like.”

The answer came too quickly.

Too honestly.

For the first time that night, Jungkook looked directly into Taehyung’s eyes.

The teasing was still there.

But underneath?

Something softer.

Something real.

Dangerous.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to your professor.”

“Why?” Taehyung whispered. “Does it affect you?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened immediately.

Taehyung noticed every reaction.

Every tiny loss of control.

And he loved it.

The younger suddenly stood and walked toward the professor’s desk.

“Sit down,” Jungkook warned quietly.

“But I’m bored.”

“Taehyung.”

“Professor Jeon,” Taehyung mocked sweetly, stopping right in front of him. “You keep saying my name like you’re trying not to think about me.”

Jungkook slowly stood up too.

Now they were close.

Very close.

Taehyung hated how his heart suddenly raced.

Jungkook was taller.

Broader.

Intimidating.

But his eyes?

They looked almost desperate.

“You enjoy playing games,” Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung tilted his head. “Maybe.”

“And what happens when the game becomes real?”

The playful smile on Taehyung’s lips faded slightly.

The tension between them felt suffocating.

Neither moved away.

Rain hit the windows harder.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung’s face carefully.

Pretty eyes.

Pink lips.

Tiny mole near his nose.

The boy was trouble wrapped in beauty.

“You should go home,” Jungkook murmured finally.

But Taehyung didn’t move.

Instead—

he reached up suddenly and fixed Jungkook’s crooked tie.

The professor stopped breathing.

“There,” Taehyung whispered innocently. “Now you look less stressed.”

Big mistake.

Because Jungkook’s hand instantly grabbed Taehyung’s wrist.

Firm.

Possessive.

Taehyung’s breath hitched.

“Do you have any idea,” Jungkook said quietly, “how dangerous you are?”

The room went silent.

Neither looked away.

Taehyung’s heartbeat became ridiculous.

Yet even then—

his bratty mouth refused to behave.

“Dangerous enough for you to keep holding my hand like this?”

Jungkook immediately released him.

Both stepped back.

Reality crashing down hard.

Professor.

Student.

Wrong.

So wrong.

Jungkook turned away first.

“You can leave.”

This time Taehyung didn’t joke.

Didn’t tease.

He simply stared at Jungkook’s back for a long moment.

Then quietly picked up his bag.

At the door, he stopped.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Not professor.

Just Jungkook.

The older closed his eyes briefly after Taehyung left.

Because hearing his name from Taehyung’s lips felt far too good.

And that was a problem.

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