《Mr. Professor [A Jeon Jungkook FF]》FIFTEEN
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You returned home at around 10. You entered the kitchen with a tired mind and tired body. Walking for hours wasn't a good idea for your body but it anyways lead you to Hyun. She's indeed an angel. She finds you at your lowest and makes you smile again.
"Where have you been?" He asked entering the kitchen.
"None of your business Mr. Jeon. Since we're just a student and teacher, don't be curious about my personal life." You said in a breath making him realize how rudely he behaved.
"It's not safe for you to be out all by yourself." He told pouring a glass of water for you.
"I can take care of myself so please, don't act like you are worried." You responded in an arrogant tone and refused the glass of water he offered you. Your action made him awfully mad in an instant.
He yanked you harshly by your forearm making you crash in his firm chest. You looked up and shot daggers at him.
"What the fuck is even wrong with you?" He yelled making you tremble badly. His grip on your forearm tightened with every passing second.
"Let go." You grumbled in pain.
"Tell me, what is wrong with you for a few days?" He asked shooking your frame severely. He failed to notice your already swollen eyes because of endless crying.
"I told you to let go Jungkook." You said with gritted teeth preventing your tears.
"No. I saw the stuff you brought. All those couple items, do you think I'm a fool? You are no less than the sluts out there. You want to get in my pants, right? Come here. I'll satisfy you. I thought you are different." He commented making you stop striving in his arms. That's it! How dare he take you for granted?
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A slap landed on his left cheek making his face turn to the right. He stopped with his acts.
"Shut the fuck up Jeon Jungkook!" You screamed in his face making him blink his eyes at the realization of his painful words.
"You crossed the line! You think of me as a prostitute who's here for just your body and money, right? Just so you know, you were the one who proposed to me! I just wanted you to be happy, from the very onset! I decided to stay by your side so that you're able to forget your dark past. I shouldn't have promised your father. I'm sorry. I'm the one at fault. I shouldn't-" While screaming in his face through the tears, you collapsed as a result of the stress.
"Y/n?" He called out holding your unconscious body in his arms.
"Y/n?" He patted your cheeks but you didn't wake up. His brain went blank, he didn't know what to do. His heart wrenched at your pitiful state.
Picking you up in his arms, he headed to the hospital which was 5 minutes away from your place.
"Doctor, please check her. She fainted." He told catching his breath.
The doctor took you for an examination and asked him to wait outside.
Around half an hour later, the doctor came out along with a nurse.
"Is she okay?" He asked with irregular heartbeats.
"Relax, she's fine. She passed out because of severe stress. She'll be up in some time. You can take her home. Take care of her." The doctor told and left.
He entered the room where you lay lifeless with red marks on your forearms because of his tight grip.
"I am sorry Y/n." He confessed holding your hand.
"I didn't mean any of that. I just wanted you to be safe and sound. I was just worried about you." He cried with every word that came out of his mouth.
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"I didn't want you to get hurt but I ended up hurting you. I'm sorry. I wanted you to be unaware of my past. I could see you trying hard but I don't want you to know that. Please forgive me." He sobbed on your hand.
"You can punish me but just stay by my side. You've been through enough. I don't want you to suffer. My intentions were never bad towards you. And I know for sure, you aren't less than any angel who just lightened up my present. I don't want you to go away from me." He burst into tears and sobbed loudly.
"I'm sorry Y/n." He cried holding your hand.
You opened your eyes hearing his complete confession. A tear rolled down your eye witnessing him being so miserable. The reason you have to stick by him was to heal him but you ended up getting deep wounds. You couldn't manage to speak.
"Jungkook?" You called in a faint voice and his head shot up.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He muttered sitting straight.
"You probably can't forgive me. I understand that. I'll accept whatever you want." He spoke.
"Would you really accept what I want?" You confirmed and he nodded knowing the worst was waiting for him.
"Will you stop pushing me away from you?" You asked softly holding his hand.
"You're making it hard for me Y/n. I hurt you. I questioned your character. How can you?" He asked mad.
"Answer me." You commanded.
"You want me to disappear from your life? I can do that as well. But I don't think I'll be able to live happily after that." You told caressing his cheek.
"I called you a slut. You can't behave so well to me. It's not right. I don't want to hurt you again. Try to understand." He said removing your hand from his face and stroking it slowly.
"What if I want to get hurt in the process of being with you? I'll make sure to punish you whenever you hurt me. I'll punish you for what you did to me just now as well. I'll make sure you regret that but more than anything, I want to be by your side. I don't want to go away from you." You said leaning in for a peck on his forehead.
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