Obsessed with my Professor

The Seoul University campus buzzed with life, a vibrant hum Y/N hoped would mark the start of a new, stable chapter. Adjusting the strap of her bag, she took a deep breath, the scent of autumn leaves and possibility filling her lungs. Today was her first day as a literature professor, a position she'd worked tirelessly for, a stepping stone for her younger brother and sister, whose future rested squarely on her shoulders.

As she made her way toward the faculty building, a loud commotion erupted near the basketball court. Shouts and cheers, a growing crowd—curiosity, an uncharacteristic indulgence, pulled her closer. And then she saw him.

Jungkook. His presence was a physical force, radiating power and danger. He stood over an opponent, already groaning on the ground, but Jungkook wasn't done. He grabbed the boy by the collar, fist already drawn back.

“Stop it right now!” Y/N's voice, clear and firm, cut through the noise. The crowd fell silent. Jungkook's hand froze, his gaze snapping towards her, dark eyes narrowed. He expected a cowering student, perhaps, but found only a small woman, unfazed. “Someone who won’t stand by and watch you behave like this. Let him go.”