professor taehyung watched y/n. he watched how comfortable she was with that jungkook kid.
she deserves to be with a man.
he silently observed her from his seat. his heart stopped for a second when they walked in.
god no. this cannot be happening.
little by little, piece by piece of what was left of it, his heart was sinking. he had a billion thoughts running inside his beautiful mind like an athlete. the one that won the race were some of the following:
had she moved on already?
it had just been 3 years.
it has already been three years.
what is wrong with you?
he chose to ignore them. she could live her life. obviously. she wasn't with him anymore. he should also live his life. he should finally text the other professor who gave him her number a few days ago. he should go on dates and hold her hand like the other guy who held y/n's hands. he should also tuck a piece of her hair behind her ears, like him.
but how, how could he do that?
none of them compare to her.
he gulps a huge sip of his wine and keeps looking at them when every sensible part of his body was refraining from it.
but the heart. what could he do? it was like his eyes were paralysed. he could not look anywhere else.
she looks happy with him.
he who is not me.
what could he do though? he had already messed it up.
he glanced at her occasionally and during one of those 'occasional' glances, she looked back.
oh no.
he freaked out even more.
wow. now not only was he her annoying ex boyfriend, but a stalker too. just great. he could not take it anymore. so he leaves from the restaurant, and goes home.
he has to prepare for a lot of things. figure out a lot of things.
the next day you wake up by the sound of your cat meowing. he was obviously hungry. you understood why he behaves like that when he's hungry. because you do that too when you don't have food in your stomach and your stomach feels like it's growing and growing inside making you think that it's big enough to digest an elephant.
you were oddly excited to go to class today. of course, the reason behind your excitement were big doe eyes, bunny teeth and a face that could make panties drop. you were excited about this new thing in your life, this new feeling that you had been deprived of, since well, professor taehyung. jungkook and you walk together to the little coffee kiosk just outside the building gate to grab a contributing factor to being an academic, poured in a plastic cup with ice and a strong aroma. while sipping the beautiful iced latte you had just bought, technically the one jungkook bought for you even though you went through a series of incessant nagging and lots of 'let me pay please'; your mind thought about how jungkook is just like your coffee. he makes you feel refreshed, happy, and most importantly he's not your ex boyfriend who's now your professor.
professor taehyung looked really handsome today. black trousers and a fitted black shirt to go with it, with his glasses on his head as he was going through some papers. even you were ready to admit, if he were not such an exasperating person to be around, you would definitely-
stop it. what the hell?
you look at jungkook, who had a loose maroon sweatshirt on, with some beige pants. simple, but perfect.
in fact, he was what a pinnacle for the word perfect would be. an exact one.
you guys talked about your families, your hometowns, and bitched about things here and there.
professor taehyung begun teaching. he was so darn good at his work. it really showed that his passion lied in teaching. of course the female attendance of his class was always almost present. it kind of gave you an ego boost. a boost thats mention you did not want leaving your mind, a boost that should be well kept buried behind the utmost back of your mind.
there was of course reason behind it; at the end of the day, you were the only one in the room to have kissed his stunning face.
stop it y/n. this is not an ego competition. just stop thinking about him. stop it. stop it. stop. it.
you were sitting besides jungkook, and doodled a cute little butterfly on his notebook. he giggled softly, making you giggle a little too.
suddenly, you heard a loud clearing of the throat. it became really silent, and as you looked up, professor taehyung was staring at you, and so were 90 other students. he looks at jungkook for one second, then back at you.
'a little too in love aren't we? it would highly be appreciated if people kept their romance out of class and focused on what i was saying. paying attention was the only rule i informed you guys about on the first day, i would want you to respect that.'
shame. embarrassment. a little more shame. a gallon extra of embarrassment, with red hues of anger all over the face.
'we're sorry professor.' jungkook apologised. little did adorable jungkook know, professor taehyung was a professional asshat.
he gave you a stern look before rolling his eyes back to the board in annoyance.
you hated him. you hated him so damn much. your blood was boiling.
'moving on, the next assignment is also going to be a group assignment people. this time, i made the groups, just because i had a little time on my hands.'
the entire class groaned in annoyance.
'oh come on you all. let this professor have some fun of his own too will ya?'
he said this while looking around the class, but fixing his gaze on you just a tad bit longer than the others.
ASSHOLE!!!!!!
'you all will get an email by today evening of the topic, and the details of the assignment. good luck and have fun folks, see you all on wednesday'.
yeah well go fuck yourself professor fucking taehyung.
you angrily packed your things and were about to leave, when he tells you to wait back. jungkook waits back too.
'mr jeon you may leave. don't worry, i'm sure miss l/n wouldn't runaway and escape from the window now would you miss l/n?'
'just give me two minutes jungkook i'll be right there' you say, jungkook nods his head, makes eye contact with the professor, and leaves.
you look at him. he looks at you. neither of you say anything for 20 solid seconds.
'what's your problem taehyung?' you ask, in a clearly annoyed voice.
'tch tch that's not the way you talk to your professor don't you now. and it's professor taehyung.'
you roll your eyes at him.
'it's really rude of you to doodle during class miss y/n. i would appreciate you, a smart girl like yourself, to refrain from distractions. it's a waste to your potential.'
'i am sorry professor i will not doodle in class again.' you say firmly, extremely annoyed to be existing within a 5 metre distance from him alone, because he smelled so damn good and it was really messing your hormonal system up.
you turn to leave, and just then, you're stopped. you look back to see, professor taehyung is now holding your hand. you mind stops, pulse thickens and all you could hear was your heartbeat ring in your ears like church bells in a small town.
'does it really have to be like this y/n?' his eyes now had softness, the exact opposite of the vibe they had two minutes ago when jungkook was here.
you yank your hand away, unable to process anything. 'i don't have time for chitchat professor. i have to go home and do some research for your assignment, so if you'll excuse me' and you turn around and leave with the ringing still in your ears, and the linger of his touch on your hand. maybe tears too? you pushed them back. it kind of felt like a truck of stomach knots had hit and run through you and you were just standing there. it was crazy.