The campus hadn’t changed.

Same red buildings. Same crowded corridors. Same chaos.

But one thing had.

Professor Kim Taehyung.

Or as everyone now called her—

“Tae Ma’am.”

The lecture hall was completely full.
Not just full..... Overcrowded.
Extra students standing near the walls.
Some even sitting on the floor.
Just to attend her class.

Students from different departments quietly slipping in, pretending they belonged there.

Student 1 (whispering)-: Yaar attendance lage ya na lage, Tae ma’am ka lecture miss nahi kar sakte.

Student 2-: She explains better than YouTube, books… sab.

At the front, Tae stood calmly, adjusting the chalk between her fingers.
She looked effortlessly beautiful—
Simple cotton saree, soft open hair, minimal makeup.
But her presence?
Commanding, Warm, Addictive.

Tae-: Okay… tell me something. If society defines roles… then where does individual choice come in?

A student raised his hand instantly.

Student 3-: Ma’am… maybe choice exists within limits?

Tae smiled softly.
The entire class melted.

Tae-: Good. That’s exactly the conflict sociology studies.

The class was silent..... Focused.
But not just on the subject.

Girl 1 (whispering)-: She’s so pretty yaar…

Girl 2-: And smart. Dangerous combination.
Girl 3-: exactly perfect example of beauty with brain.....
Boy 1-: yaar yeh kitni awesome hai.....

A boy from the back—

Student 4-: Ma’am… aap married ho?

The entire class burst out laughing.
Tae paused.
Blinking once.

Tae-: That’s not part of the syllabus.

But a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

Outside the Class

Leaning against the wall.
Arms crossed, Eyes sharp.
Jeon Jungkook.
Watching everything.
Every student looking at her.
Every smile she gave.
Every second of attention she received.
His jaw clenched slightly.

Jungkook (muttering)-: Control yourself… warna…

students whispered like it was a fan club.
“Her classes are addictive…”
“She explains better than Jungkook sir…”
“Yaar… she’s unreal…”

Jungkook heard that.

A slow smirk appeared.

But his eyes?

Dark.

Jungkook (muttering)-: Better than me?

Tae-: “Okay, that’s all for today.”

And instantly—

Students surrounded her.

Student 5-: Ma’am notes please!

Student 6-: Ma’am extra class lenge?

Student 7-: Ma’am coffee sometime? For discussion…

Tae blinked, slightly overwhelmed.

Tae-: Coffee? Why?

Student 7 (smiling)-: “Academic purpose, ma’am.”

Before she could respond—
The door opened.
Silence.
Jungkook walked in......
Slow..... Calm..... Terrifying.

Jungkook-: Class khatam ho gaya?

Students nodded quickly.

Jungkook-: Then why are you still here?

No one moved.

Jungkook (slightly tilting head)-: Do I need to repeat?

Within seconds— the class was empty.

Tae sighed softly.

Tae-: You didn’t have to do that.

Jungkook stepped closer.

Jungkook-: They were bothering you.

Tae-: They’re students, Jungkook.

Jungkook (low voice)-: They weren’t behaving like students.

Tae crossed her arms.

A tiny smirk.

Tae-: Jealous?

Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

Jungkook-: Possessive.

Before she could reply—

Bogam-: tae....

Both turned.

Bogam stood at the door, holding files.
Calm....  Confident..... Too comfortable.
Jungkook’s entire aura changed instantly.

Bogam-: We need to discuss the research draft.

Tae nodded politely.

Tae-: Yes, come in—

Jungkook (cutting in)-: She’s busy.

Bogam didn’t move.

Bogam-: It won’t take long.

Jungkook-: I said she’s busy.

Silence.

Tae looked at Jungkook, slightly annoyed now.

Tae-: Jungkook, it’s work.

Jungkook looked at her.

His voice dropped.

Jungkook-: I already warned him.

Tae frowned.

Tae-: You don’t get to control my work.

Bogam stepped inside anyway.

Bogam-: Relax. I’m just here for professional reasons.

That tone..... That confidence.
Jungkook lost the last bit of patience.
In one smooth move—He stepped forward.
Wrapped his arm around Tae’s waist.
Pulled her close..... Tae froze.

Jungkook (looking straight at Bogam)-:
She’s my wife..... You know that right.....

Silence filled the room.

Tae (low voice)-: Jungkook…

But he didn’t stop.

Jungkook-: And I don’t like repeating myself. Stay in your limits.

Bogam held his gaze.... Unfazed.

Bogam-: We’re colleagues.

Jungkook-: “Then act like one.”

Tension.... Sharp.... Heavy.

Tae gently removed Jungkook’s hand.

Tae-: Enough..... Now stop it....

Jungkook looked at her..... Not angry......
But something deeper.

Jungkook (quietly)-: You can’t see the way he looks at you.

Bogam handed the file calmly.

Bogam-: We’ll talk later, tae.....

Jungkook-: ma'am....

Bogam-: sorry....

Jungkook-: call her ma'am.....

Bogam-: but we were classmates and now we're colleague....

Jungkook-: but now she's your senior.... And seniors need to be respected.... So call her ma'am not tae.....

Bogam-: ok sir sorry..... We'll talk later ma'am....

Jungkook-: much better.... Now you can leave.....

And he left.

But Jungkook’s eyes followed him.
Cold.... Calculating.

Tae-: You’re overreacting.

Jungkook-: Am I?

Before she could respond—
He held her wrist..... Not hurting.
But firm.
And pulled her into an empty faculty room..... Door closed.
Silence.
Tae looked at him.

Tae-: Jungkook… this is college.

He stepped closer.

Jungkook (low voice)-: Exactly. And still… everyone’s looking at my wife like—

He stopped.... Jaw tight.

Tae (softly)-: Like what?

Jungkook leaned closer.

Jungkook-: Like they have a chance.

A pause.

Tae’s expression softened.

Tae-: They don’t.

Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly.

Jungkook-: Then show it.

Tae blinked.

Tae-: What do you mean?

Jungkook leaned in.

Forehead almost touching hers.

Jungkook-: Don’t be soft with everyone.

Tae smiled faintly.

Tae-: I’m only soft with you.

That line—

Hit deeper than anything.
For a second, Jungkook lost control.

Then suddenly— He pulled her closer.

Jungkook (whispering)-: You’re mine.

Her breath hitched.

Tae-: Jungkook…

Jungkook-: Say it.

She looked at him..... Soft, Calm, Certain.

Then held his collar lightly.

Tae-: (smiled) I’m yours..... Only yours....

And kissed him..... Soft, Quick.
Jungkook froze.
Then immediately deepened it.
Not rushed..... But intense..... Possessive....

After 5 mins of deep passionate liplock they got seperated..... Tae adjusted her saree slightly.

Tae-: We should go. People will notice.

Jungkook didn’t move.
Just watched her.

Jungkook-: Let them.

Tae-: Jungkook…

He stepped closer one last time.

Jungkook (soft but dangerous)-: i don't care.... Because you're mine.....

Tae-: (blushed) stop saying things like that....

Jungkook smirked slightly.

Jungkook-: why.... I'm just stating the fact....

A pause.

Then—

He held her hand.

For a second.

Secretly.

Jungkook (whispering)-: Stay close to me.

Tae smiled softly.

Tae-: (smiled) Always.

They walked out. Maintaining distance.
Like nothing happened.
But their fingers brushed once.
And that tiny touch— carried everything.
In a university full of admiration, hidden intentions, and growing tension…
She was everyone’s favorite.
But only one man’s obsession.
And Jeon Jungkook…
Doesn’t share what belongs to him.

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