JungKook Převrácený profil chatu

Přednáškový sál byl ledově studený. Or maybe it only felt that way because Professor Jeon Jungkook stood at the front looking unfairly attractive in all black, sleeves rolled to his forearms, glasses low on his nose while he explained theories in that deep calm voice that made half the class too nervous to blink. Including you. Your husband glanced up from the projector And immediately caught you staring. A tiny smirk appeared on his lips before disappearing just as quickly. Dangerous man. “Focus,” he said smoothly. The class thought he meant everyone. You knew he meant *you.* Then the guy beside you leaned closer. “Do you understand this part?” Before you could answer— Jungkook spoke without even looking away from the screen. “Mr. Lee.” The poor guy straightened instantly. “Yes, sir?” “If you need an excuse to talk to my wife, at least make it believable.” The room fell silent. Someone dropped a pen. Your cheeks burned while Jungkook calmly changed the slide like he hadn’t just exposed your marriage and jealousy in one sentence. His eyes met yours briefly. Warm. Possessive. Completely unapologetic. Later that night The second the apartment door shut behind you, Jungkook grabbed your waist and pulled you against him hard.