wrong idea right?!
jeongin x reader!! prof jeongin x prof reader!! word count: 5k
genre: fluff, humor and..
summary: it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.
an: I mean.. our maknae on top was always foine but seeing his instagram posts rn?? i cant help but to.. guys please read this!! this was too fun!!ps. im really sorry for being inactive! im not foine at all but im trying to be foine!!
Jeongin spotted a mosquito on your cheek as you were passionately explaining something. Without thinking, he raised his hand and—
“Pak!” The sound of the slap reverberated through the room as Jeongin’s palm connected with your face.
He blinked at his hand, confused. “Huh, it got away…” he muttered under his breath, completely ignoring the fact that you were now staring at him, clutching your stinging cheek in utter disbelief.
A thick, suffocating silence fell over the classroom. Every student had frozen mid-action, eyes wide, mouths open, not daring to breathe. Even Professor Yang, who had been explaining a diagram at the front, stood there with his pointer mid-air, looking as if someone had just dropped a bomb in the middle of his lecture.
You opened your mouth, then closed it, trying to piece together what just happened. Finally, through gritted teeth, you managed to stammer, "Why… did you slap me, Professor Y-Yang?"
A wave of shocked whispers exploded across the classroom.
“Oh my god, did Professor Yang just slap Professor (Y/N)?!”
“No way! That’s gonna be on the news for sure!”
“Do you think they’re secretly dating?!”
One girl gasped dramatically. “Did he dump her in front of everyone? OMG, is this a public breakup?”
Meanwhile, Jeongin stood there, his brain completely short-circuited. He had messed up. Badly.
Before he could open his mouth to explain, Principal Lee suddenly appeared, yanking Jeongin by the arm. "Professor Yang, we need to have a word. Now."
"W-Wait, I can explain—" Jeongin sputtered, but Principal Lee wasn’t having any of it and practically dragged him out of the room.
And just like that, you were left standing there, cheek still throbbing, while the rumor mill went into overdrive.
Later that evening, determined to clear the air, you stormed over to Jeongin’s house.
“JEONGIN!” you bellowed, bursting through his front door without even knocking. “Where are you?!”
A muffled, panicked voice came from somewhere in the house. “I-I’m not here!”
“You idiot, I can hear you!”
You found him crouched behind the sofa, wide-eyed and frantically searching for an escape. The moment he saw you, pure panic flashed across his face. Without missing a beat, he bolted for the window.
“OH NO YOU DON’T!” you screamed, lunging at him. Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, you yanked him down before he could launch himself out the window like some kind of fugitive.
The next thing you knew, you were both on the floor, with you straddling him and furiously punching his chest. “HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME IN PUBLIC?!”
Jeongin held up his hands defensively. “There was a MOSQUITO on your face!” he yelped.
“A mosquito?! You expect me to believe that garbage?!”
“Yes! I swear! I saw it!” Jeongin insisted, trying to shield his head from your onslaught of punches. “I was trying to save you from getting bitten!”
You paused, fists mid-air, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “And do you know what everyone’s saying now?!” you demanded.
Jeongin gulped, shaking his head.
“They think you dumped me in public and that I’m OBSESSED with you!”
Jeongin winced. “W-Wait… What? Obsessed?! How did that even—"
Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the collar and shook him. “You RUINED my reputation!”
“I swear it was just a mosquito!” Jeongin whimpered.
Then, in a last-ditch effort to stop you, Jeongin did the most unexpected thing—he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, right there, on the lips.
The world came to a screeching halt.
Your fists dropped to your sides as your eyes widened. You blinked at him in shock, feeling your face heat up. Slowly, your hand came up to touch your lips. “O-Okay…” you stammered. “I-I believe you… about the mosquito, I guess.”
Jeongin let out a breath of relief, his face redder than a tomato. "Y-Yeah! That’s what I was trying to tell you!”
But then, reality hit you both at the same time.
You squinted at him. “Wait. What about the kiss? What was that?”
Jeongin’s mind went into overdrive. “Uh… uh… it was, um… to make you stop hitting me?”
“Oh,” you said softly, your voice suddenly tender. “Well, I’ll also accept your confession.”
“Wait, what?” Jeongin froze. “C-Confession?!”
You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes. “You like me, don’t you?”
Jeongin’s soul left his body. “EH?!”
“Well, it’s about time! I like you too!” you announced triumphantly. “What took you so long to admit it, huh? You were probably hiding it because we’ve been friends for years, right?”
Jeongin’s jaw dropped. “Uh, I—”
You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, Jeongin! You can be my boyfriend now!”
Jeongin was in full panic mode. He didn’t like you like that! He had just kissed you out of desperation, not romance!
But now, standing in front of you, with your eyes sparkling and a grin on your face, he realized he was in way too deep to back out.
Well, guess I’m in this mess now, he thought miserably.
You couldn’t contain your excitement as you skipped down the halls of the university the next day, practically glowing. “Jeongin and I are dating!” you had blurted out to your colleagues the moment you walked in, unable to hold back the giddiness.
Word spread like wildfire. By lunchtime, practically every professor and student knew about your newfound “relationship” with Jeongin, and you were basking in all the attention. It wasn’t long before everyone started congratulating you—your students, your fellow professors, even Principal Lee.
Meanwhile, Jeongin? He was suffering.
“Congratulations, Professor Yang!” Professor Kim grinned, clapping Jeongin on the back so hard it almost knocked the air out of him. “It’s about time someone tied you down!”
“T-Thanks,” Jeongin managed to say, his smile so stiff you’d think it was glued on. His brain was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to survive the day without letting his entire soul implode from embarrassment.
“Ohhh, Professor Yang, I had no idea you were such a romantic!” cooed Professor Park, winking as she passed by. “First the slap, then the kiss! Very bold of you!”
Jeongin’s smile faltered as he tried to laugh it off. “Y-Yeah, bold… that’s me…”
You popped up beside him, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Jeongin! Can you believe it? Everyone’s so happy for us!”
Jeongin shot you a weak smile. “Yeah… ha… so happy.”
Principal Lee suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clapping Jeongin on the shoulder. “You sly dog! First you slap her in front of the whole class, and then this?! What a power move!”
Jeongin’s face was a shade of red not yet discovered by humans. “It’s not… I mean… well…”
You beamed at Principal Lee. “Right?! Isn’t he the sweetest? We’ve been neighbors for years, and I always knew there was something there!”
Jeongin felt his soul leave his body again as he gave Principal Lee yet another strained smile. “Yup… definitely… something…”
Principal Lee let out a hearty laugh. “You’ve made quite the impression, Professor Yang. Keep it up!”
As soon as the principal walked away, Jeongin turned to you, his face twisted in a mix of desperation and panic. “You… you told everyone?”
You nodded cheerfully. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I? This is the best thing that’s happened to me in ages!”
Jeongin wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But before he could say anything, a group of students walked by, whispering loudly.
“Did you hear? Professor Yang kissed Professor (Y/N) after slapping her in front of the whole class!”
“Yeah, I heard! Talk about a whirlwind romance!”
“I bet they’ve been secretly dating for years!”
Jeongin clenched his fists, trying to maintain the fake smile plastered on his face. This was getting way out of hand. He hadn’t even processed what was happening himself, and now the whole university was acting like they’d been following his fake love life like it was the hottest new K-drama.
You, on the other hand, were in your element, waving at everyone and basking in the attention. “Come on, Jeongin!” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. “Let’s go to lunch together. It’s our first official lunch date as a couple!”
Jeongin followed along helplessly, his heart sinking further with every passing second. “Lunch… date… great…”
As you both made your way to the cafeteria, you were all smiles and sunshine, happily chatting about how perfect everything was. Meanwhile, Jeongin stared blankly ahead, his mind going a million miles a minute.
How am I going to survive this? he thought miserably, his fake smile twitching as another professor gave him a teasing thumbs-up.
After weeks of the messed up situation (for jeongin)..
Jeongin stood at the front of the class, his usual calm, professional demeanor in place. He was explaining the day’s lesson on statistics, but something was off. One of the students kept shifting in their seat, glancing nervously between him and their textbook. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, they raised their hand.
“Professor Yang…” the student began, their voice wavering slightly.
Jeongin paused, turning his attention to the student. “Yes? Do you have a question about the lesson?”
The student fidgeted. “Not exactly. It’s just… um… I really like Professor (Y/N). Like, a lot.”
Jeongin blinked, completely thrown off. The class fell into a hush, eyes wide, as they eagerly awaited his reaction. He felt his heart race, but somehow managed to keep his expression neutral.
Clearing his throat, Jeongin forced a smile. “Well… if you want a girlfriend like Professor (Y/N), you should focus on your studies. Get good grades, graduate, and maybe one day, someone just as amazing will come into your life.”
The student’s face flushed as the class erupted into giggles, and Jeongin awkwardly scratched the back of his head. This day can’t get any weirder, he thought to himself.
Later that afternoon, Jeongin found himself sitting across from you in the faculty cafeteria, trying to shake off the awkwardness of that confession. You, as usual, were happily digging into your lunch, oblivious to the chaos he’d dealt with.
Just as Jeongin was about to take a bite of his sandwich, you suddenly said, “I think we should break up for a while.”
Jeongin froze mid-bite, his eyes widening as he looked at you in shock. “W-What?”
You sighed, setting down your fork. “It’s just that… I think our ‘relationship’ is causing more harm than good. A lot of my students are heartbroken, you know?”
Jeongin blinked, still not processing what you were saying. “Heartbroken?”
“Yeah,” you continued, shrugging casually. “They all have a crush on you. Some of them have even stopped coming to my classes. It’s kind of a problem.”
Jeongin was stunned, staring at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “Wait… you’re saying we should ‘break up’ because our students are heartbroken that we’re together?”
You nodded, completely serious. “Exactly. I’ll fix it, and once things settle down, we can get back together. Simple, right?”
For a moment, Jeongin didn’t know what to say. He just sat there, dumbfounded. But then, slowly, he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. The absurdity of the situation was too much.
“Sure,” he said, trying to suppress the growing grin on his face. “I mean, yes. We should definitely, uh… fix our students first.”
You smiled back, completely missing the relief that was practically radiating off of Jeongin. “Great! Glad we’re on the same page.”
As you went back to eating your lunch, Jeongin sat there, still smiling to himself, feeling like he had just dodged the weirdest bullet of his life.
The news of your "breakup" spread faster than a wildfire during a heatwave. Within hours, whispers of your separation had reached every corner of the university. Students exchanged shocked glances, and staff members, who had once teased you both relentlessly, now approached with sympathetic smiles.
You sat in the faculty lounge, sipping on a cup of tea, when Professor Choi from the History department quietly slid into the seat next to you.
“I heard,” she said softly, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Jeongin. Breakups are never easy, especially when you still have to see each other every day.”
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah… it’s been rough," you muttered, trying to look appropriately heartbroken.
Meanwhile, Jeongin was getting his own dose of sympathy. He sat at his desk, furiously typing up notes, when Principal Lee casually strolled over and leaned against the doorway.
“Yang,” the principal said in a low, solemn voice, “I know it’s tough right now, but… if you need to take some time off to, you know, process everything, just say the word. We all understand.”
Jeongin looked up, his face blank. “Time off?”
Principal Lee nodded, crossing his arms. “After the breakup… it can’t be easy to work with someone you still have feelings for.”
Jeongin blinked, finally registering what was happening. Oh right, the breakup. They think I’m upset…
Realizing he had to play along, Jeongin sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… it’s been hard.”
The principal clapped him on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself, Yang. Don’t hesitate to ask for support if you need it.”
As soon as Principal Lee left, Jeongin leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. This is getting ridiculous, he thought, but couldn’t help smiling. The sympathy and comfort he was receiving was nice, though it felt incredibly unnecessary.
During lunch, the two of you crossed paths in the hallway. You caught each other’s eye, and despite everything, Jeongin had to stifle a laugh. You both knew how ridiculous the situation had become, but there was no turning back now.
“Got a lot of support?” you asked with a grin.
Jeongin nodded, smirking. “More than I can handle. They think I’m a broken man.”
You laughed. “And yet here you are, looking completely unbothered.”
Jeongin shrugged, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “What can I say? I’m handling it really well.”
By the end of the week, the whole campus was buzzing with the “tragic” news of your breakup. You couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone giving you a sympathetic look or a pat on the shoulder, and Jeongin… well, he was practically swimming in support from all directions.
On Friday morning, as you arrived at your desk, you found a small gift bag with a note attached.
Stay strong, Professor (Y/N)! Heartbreak is tough, but you’re tougher! - Faculty Support Team
You shook your head, trying not to burst into laughter. Jeongin had just walked in, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear of being bombarded with more sympathetic words. But as fate would have it, Professor Lee from the Economics department appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.
“Yang,” Professor Lee said in a voice heavy with emotion. “I just want to say… we’re all really proud of how strong you’ve been. You’ve handled this breakup with so much grace. It’s truly inspiring.”
Jeongin blinked, forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Uh… thanks?”
“If you ever want to talk about it,” Professor Lee continued, “my door is always open. Sometimes, it helps to let it all out.”
Jeongin could barely suppress an eye roll but managed to keep his expression neutral. “I appreciate that.”
As soon as Professor Lee left, Jeongin plopped down in the chair next to yours, groaning. “I can’t take much more of this. It’s like everyone thinks I’m seconds away from a meltdown.”
You snorted. “They’re just being considerate. You are going through a ‘devastating’ breakup, remember?”
Jeongin sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but do they have to constantly remind me? I’ve been offered counseling, time off, and even baked goods—like, six times this week.”
You grinned. “That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”
Jeongin shot you a playful glare. “Easy for you to say. You’re over here getting gift bags.”
The two of you shared a laugh, and for a moment, the whole ridiculous situation didn’t seem so bad. But then, as if the universe had a personal vendetta against Jeongin, Principal Lee strolled into the lounge, spotting you both at once.
“Ah, Professors!” Principal Lee said, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “It’s good to see you two… managing things so well.”
Jeongin internally groaned. Here we go again.
“I just wanted to say,” Principal Lee continued, his tone taking on a deep, meaningful note, “you’ve both handled this transition with such professionalism and maturity. I’m proud of how you’ve put your students first during this difficult time.”
You and Jeongin exchanged a glance, you gave a solemn nod. “Thank you, sir. We’re just trying to focus on what’s best for everyone.”
Principal Lee gave a final nod of approval before walking away, leaving the two of you.
Jeongin sighed deeply. “Professionalism. Maturity.”
You giggled. “Hey, at least no one’s asking if we’re getting back together yet.”
Jeongin rolled his eyes with a smile. “Give them time.”
After the news of your "breakup" spread, the campus vibe completely shifted. Students who once looked heartbroken at the sight of you and Jeongin together were now noticeably more cheerful. Some even started paying extra attention during Jeongin’s lectures, no longer distracted by their imaginary heartbreaks. The campus seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
In particular, a few students had grown oddly enthusiastic about your newfound "single" status.
One day, during lunch break, you left the faculty room to grab a coffee.
Across the room, Jeongin was pretending to focus on his papers, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw an entire thing unfold. A tall student, clearly nervous but determined, had crept into the faculty room, glanced around cautiously, and then swiftly placed the milk on your desk before practically running out.
Jeongin raised an eyebrow. What the…?
As soon as the student was out of sight, curiosity got the better of him. He glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching, then stood up and made his way over to your desk. He leaned down, inspecting the little pink carton like it was evidence in a crime scene.
Jeongin shook his head, slightly amused. He knew exactly what was happening—some student had a crush on you, and now that the breakup rumors were out there, they were shooting their shot.
Jeongin leaned against your desk, arms crossed, staring at the milk with an expression that could only be described as a mix of disbelief and mild irritation.
First they’re heartbroken, and now they’re trying to make a move? he thought, a small smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t sure if he should be amused or… annoyed.
Just then, you walked back into the room, catching sight of Jeongin standing near your desk with a carton of strawberry milk in his hand.
“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
Jeongin looked up, trying to act nonchalant as he pointed to the milk. “You’ve got an admirer, it seems.”
You blinked in surprise. “What?”
He handed you the milk, still smirking. “Found this on your desk. Some student dropped it off, probably hoping to win your heart with sweet drinks.”
You stared at the carton, then back at Jeongin, trying to process what he was saying. “A student… gave me strawberry milk?”
Jeongin nodded, leaning in slightly. “And not just any student. That tall one from your class—the one who always sits in the back and pretends he’s not staring at you the whole time.”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Well, at least it’s not another breakup sympathy gift.”
Jeongin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, but now you’ve got students lining up to be your rebound.”
You playfully swatted his arm. “Oh, shut up.”
But as you sat down, opening the milk and taking a sip, Jeongin couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions. He didn’t like you romantically—that much he knew. But seeing other people making moves on you… it felt odd. Not bad exactly, just… odd.
Still, he shrugged it off, returning to his desk with a final glance at you sipping the strawberry milk.
Well, at least she seems to be enjoying it, he thought, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.
Over the next few days, you noticed more of those small gestures—the occasional extra pen left on your desk, little notes with doodles, and once, someone even left a small bouquet of sunflower. The attention from your students, though sweet, was starting to get a bit overwhelming. Meanwhile, Jeongin was secretly keeping track of every “gift” like a personal tally, finding it both amusing and somewhat annoying.
But today, Jeongin found himself in a particularly bad mood. He wouldn’t admit it, but every time he saw one of your students sneaking something onto your desk, it grated at him more than usual. And the last straw came when you received yet another carton of strawberry milk.
This time, Jeongin was teaching in the adjacent classroom when he noticed the same tall student from before standing outside the faculty room, peeking in to make sure no one saw him. The moment the coast was clear, the student dashed inside and left another carton on your desk, sneaking away as fast as he came.
Jeongin frowned. Again with the strawberry milk? Is this guy serious?
Later, as you entered the room after class, Jeongin was already standing there, staring at the carton as if it had personally offended him.
“Uh… are you collecting these now?” you teased, walking toward your desk.
Jeongin held up the milk with a bemused expression. “Don’t you think it’s weird that this guy keeps giving you strawberry milk? I mean, come on, he’s got no creativity.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re jealous of a carton of milk now?”
Jeongin blinked. “W-What? No! I just think it’s… repetitive,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
You laughed and took the milk from his hand, giving him a light-hearted smile. “I think it’s kind of sweet. You know, harmless.”
Jeongin snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Sweet, huh? Well, maybe he should try actually talking to you instead of leaving mystery drinks on your desk.”
You were about to respond when suddenly, the tall student walked past the door, clearly not expecting to see Jeongin still standing there. He froze, eyes wide as he saw Jeongin holding the milk, his face turning beet red.
“Oh—uh, hi, Professor Yang!” the student stammered, nervously fidgeting.
Jeongin’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile remained in place—though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, it’s you again. What’s this, another gift for Professor (Y/N)? You know, if you want a girlfriend like her, you should focus on your studies first. Maybe graduate, too, before you start handing out milk.”
The student’s face turned even redder, and he gave a quick nod before practically running away.
You gave Jeongin a look. “Did you just… scare him off?”
Jeongin shrugged, feigning innocence. “I’m just encouraging academic focus. That’s my job.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, laughing softly as you sat down. “You’re impossible.”
One afternoon, as you stood outside the faculty room, you were approached by the father of one of your students. He looked a little troubled, so you smiled warmly and asked how you could help.
"Ah, Professor (Y/N), I just wanted to talk to you about my son's performance in class," the father started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He's been struggling lately, and I think it's because of some issues at home…"
You listened attentively, nodding as he explained the situation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin had just come out of his own classroom and saw you in conversation with the man. Out of habit, Jeongin walked over, stopping beside you. He crossed his arms and subtly observed the situation, his expression calm but his gaze sharp.
The conversation with the student's father went on for a few minutes, mostly focused on academics. But then, out of nowhere, the man smiled a little too warmly and said, "You know, Professor (Y/N), I really appreciate how much you care about the students. Maybe I could get your number so I can reach you if there’s anything else about my son I need to discuss?"
Before you could respond, Jeongin stepped forward. “Actually, I’m Professor Yang, her colleague,” he interjected smoothly, a polite but firm smile on his face. “You can contact me directly if there’s anything you need to discuss about your son’s progress. I’ll make sure the message reaches Professor (Y/N).”
The father looked a little taken aback by Jeongin’s sudden presence but nodded slowly, glancing between the two of you. “Oh, I see. Well, thank you, Professor Yang.” He accepted the number Jeongin offered, then awkwardly excused himself.
Once he was gone, you turned to Jeongin, your arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I did.”
You chuckled, nudging him lightly. “What, were you jealous of a parent now? I mean, come on, he was just asking for my number.”
Jeongin’s jaw clenched slightly, and you could see the faintest flush on his cheeks. “Jealous? No. I’m just being cautious. That guy… something felt off.”
You chuckled, giving him a light nudge. “Sure, sure. You’re totally not jealous.”
Jeongin stayed silent for a moment before turning to face you fully. His expression was serious now, his usual playfulness gone. “Look, I’m kind of tired of this… seeing things like that happening.”
You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
Jeongin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before blurting out, “You should just get back together with me already.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, completely caught off guard. “Wait, what?”
He looked at you, dead serious now. “Yeah. I’m tired of pretending. All this break-up stuff and guys sneaking around leaving you milk—it’s driving me crazy. So, let’s just stop playing games and get back together.”
You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his sudden confession. Then, a teasing grin spread across your face. “Wow, Jeongin… I didn’t know you were this in love with me. You’re really losing it, huh?”
Jeongin rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”
You laughed and leaned in closer. “Alright, fine. We’ll get back together… but,” you paused for effect, “let’s keep it a secret relationship. You know, for the thrill of it.”
Jeongin raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused by the suggestion. “No.”
You blinked. “No? Why not?”
He crossed his arms, standing firm. “If we’re getting back together, I’m letting everyone know. I’m not hiding it.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement. You raised an eyebrow. “Wow… you’re really serious.”
Jeongin nodded, his gaze steady. “Yeah. I am.”
News spread like wildfire—no, like how Lightning McQueen drives! In no time, whispers of “Professor Yang and (Y/N) are back together!” buzzed through the halls.
And this time, Jeongin wasn’t just accepting congratulations; he was practically beaming! With a newfound confidence, he grinned as faculty members and students approached him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him on “landing the best professor in the university.”
“You’re a lucky guy, Professor!” one student chirped during class, his eyes wide with admiration. “I hope I can get a girlfriend like her someday!”
Jeongin smirked, leaning back in his chair. “If you want someone like me, you better ace my quizzes!” He paused, his smile growing mischievous. “Alright, everyone, grab a piece of paper! Surprise quiz time!”
Later, while you were teaching your class, a girl shyly raised her hand. “What’s it like being Jeongin’s girlfriend?!” She squealed, and the rest of the class leaned in, practically vibrating with excitement.
You couldn’t help but laugh, loving the attention. “Well, let me tell you, it’s like having a baby dinosaur in your life!” You grinned as they squealed, hanging on your every word. “He’s really sweet, but also super clumsy. When we were kids, he once tripped over his shoelaces while trying to impress me with a magic trick. Spoiler: the magic trick failed, but it was pretty funny.”
The students were wide-eyed, hanging on to your every word, as you shared more stories about Jeongin and his antics growing up. Laughter filled the room as you recounted tales of his childhood mishaps, and you could see how much they adored the idea of their professors being so relatable and real.
"Now can someone answer my question, just like his magic trick.. why rubbing a plastic pen through your hair now pick up little bits of paper in science?" you smirked
After all the chaos of rumors, misunderstandings, and awkward moments, it felt good to share those light-hearted memories with them. You glanced over at Jeongin, who was peeking into your classroom with a playful grin, and your heart swelled with happiness.
As the day wound down, you couldn’t help but think: After all the mess and everything, life is good. You had your friends, your job, and most importantly, you had Jeongin—your partner in crime and your forever accomplice in laughter.
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an: thank you for reading. a heart, reblog, and comment is very much appreciated
(randomly mentioning some jeongin stans. thankyou)
