But yes Professor x Professor *cries*
“So, Professor Jung, do you have a girlfriend?”
Jaehyun didn’t even bother rising his head to know who’s asking - it was routine every single time in this class. As much as he was trying to be professional, these kids just wouldn’t stop prying at him and his love life.
“I believe you’re having a quiz, Ms. Park.” he silenced, to which said student pouted and returned to her paper.
He’d given them a quiz after a lecture, but only minutes after that he already heard whispers to which he shot a glare at. The students kept silent after seeing his glare, although some ladies squealed quietly and he even heard “god, I’d love to see that in bed” from one of them.
Jaehyun sighed. Although he’s thankful for having good looks, the amount of disrespect he gets most of the time was really stressful for him.
When everyone had submitted their papers and the last student got out of the room, Jaehyun fixed his glasses and compiled the paper to fit in his satchel. A few of them stuck out from the messy pile, the zipper of his bag eating a little portion of one paper.
“For the love of God, Professor Jung, I told you that you should file the papers properly so and fold them so that they could actually fit inside your bag,” you scolded, heading towards his desk and grabbing the bag from his hands.
You fixed the pile of papers and folded them neatly, unlike to what he did. Carefully placing them inside his bag, Jaehyun tugged a smile at your disappointment at him - it felt like he was a child being cared for by his mother, but he doesn’t care.
He stood up to meet your level, but him being taller than you gave him the opportunity to place a chaste kiss on the top of your head. It was quick but you swat away, blood rushing to your cheeks.
“We’re going to get caught, Jaehyun!”
Jaehyun hummed, striding across you to meet you face to face. His arms encircled around your figure and even though you loved how warm it felt, you squirm away, afraid of the possibility of someone seeing you in this position.
“Jaehyun, not now, we have all the time at home-”
“I don’t care,” he grunted. “If they see us, then okay.”
“Okay? Just that?”
His lips descended upon yours, the frames of his glasses hitting your cheeks gently, but you don’t care. Even for a moment, it felt so blissful and heavenly, like all the day’s stress from work was lifted off of you, even if the day wasn’t finished yet.
“I want them to know that I’m already taken, and so are you.”
You scoffed. “You just doesn’t want your students to know if you’re single or not.”
He chuckled, the dimples on his cheeks appearing in an endearing fashion.
“Maybe.”
