I Married to My Professor
Morning Encounter...02
Taehyung uncrosses his arms, leaning down to pick up the books. As he thumbs through them, his eyebrows raise slightly at the advanced topics laid out before him.
Professor Kim Taehyung
(voice stern) These are advanced topics. You should be focusing on the basics.
Y/N
(still looking down) I did my basics already...
There’s a brief silence as he studies her, his expression inscrutable. Then he speaks, his voice taking on a commanding tone.
Professor Kim Taehyung
Look at me.
His command is impossible to disobey. Y/N slowly raises her head, their eyes locking. For a brief moment, the sternness in his gaze softens.
Professor Kim Taehyung
(genuinely curious) How come you're so far ahead?
Y/N
(nervously) I prepared everything from before... I don’t want to fail at anything...
She looks down again, feeling a pang of anxiety about saying too much. Taehyung is silent for a moment, studying her intently. Finally, he sighs, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
Professor Kim Taehyung
(tone softer) Failure is a part of learning. You can't avoid it entirely. But your dedication is admirable. Have you eaten breakfast yet?
Y/N shakes her head, glancing at the clock on the wall and her eyes widen in realization.
Y/N
(panic rising) Dammit... I'm late!
Without another moment to spare, she rushes toward the bathroom to shower, the urgency evident in her movements. Taehyung watches her with an unreadable expression, a flicker of concern etched in his features.
After her shower, Y/N hastily dresses and gathers her things, the rush of the morning making her frantic. As she dashes out of the house, Taehyung calls out after her.
Professor Kim Taehyung
(voice raised) Hey! At least eat something!
But she’s already gone, the sound of the door closing behind her echoing in the silence. Taehyung shakes his head, a small, almost reluctant smile playing on his lips as he watches her energetic departure.
Professor Kim Taehyung
(to himself, amused) So much energy...
With a sigh, he turns back to his routine, the image of her rushing out lingering in his mind. Perhaps, just perhaps, this forced marriage might lead to something more than either of them expected.
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