My name is Kim Taehyung. I Turned nineteen two months ago.
Back home, that meant I was an adult. Old enough to work, to vote, to sign away my body if the government asked.
But here, at Hanyang's University, nineteen feels like nothing. I feel like nothing.
Especially when he looks at me.
Professor Jeon Jungkook is thirty-. I overheard it once in the staff lounge when I was hiding from the hall monitors. Thirty- and already built like someone carved him out of stone—tall, broad, and impossible to ignore. He speaks like everything he says is law, and people listen like it is.
I Do too.
Even when he doesn’t say anything. Especially then.I know I shouldn’t look at him the way I do. He’s my teacher. He’s too old. Too... Alpha.
But my body doesn’t care.
It reacts anyway. Every time his voice lowers. Every time he says my name. Every time he brushes past me and I catch even a breath of his scent—cedarwood and winter spice, like the forests we were never allowed to run in.
He barely looks at me. But when he does, I forget how to breathe.
I Try to act like I’m mature. Calm. In control.But I think he sees right through it.I think he sees everything.
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JUNGKOOK'S POV
I’d been teaching at Hanyang's University for nearly twelve years. Long enough to see Omegas struggle through their first heats. Long enough to know better.
But Kim Taehyung wasn’t like the others.
He was nineteen. Barely. Still too young to look at me the way he did. Too young for the way my instincts reacted to him.
And me? Thirty-. I should’ve been past this. Past temptation. Past the pull.
But the second he walked in, everything sharpened. My senses, my awareness… even the silence between his words.
He tried to hide his scent, his shyness, that Omega softness. But I saw it all. The way his fingers trembled when he gripped his pen. The way he flinched from eye contact—but kept sneaking glances at me anyway.
It wasn’t just attraction. It was dangerous.
For him. For me. For everything I’ve built trying to forget the last Omega who tore me apart.
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