!ATTENTION!
PLEASE DO REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A ONESHOT
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When your professor tried to r*pe you, but he doesn't know your husband is a Ruthless Mafia.

At home, Y/N sat at the breakfast table, quietly eating her morning meal. Her husband, Jungkook, was seated across from her, occupied in his own breakfast. As she spooned cereal into her mouth, her mind wandered to the unsettling events of the some past days.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that had overwhelmed her since she entered the classroom. Her professor's intense stares and lingering glances had made her skin creep, and she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. "Why does he always have to look at me like that?" she mumbled to herself, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

Just then, Jungkook's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. "What's wrong, Y/N?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.

Y/N forced a smile, brushing off his question. "Oh, it's nothing, just a rough morning," she replied, hoping to avoid further discussion.

Jungkook nodded understandingly, but Y/N could sense his lingering worry as they finished their breakfast in silence. Soon, they both got ready to leave, and Jungkook dropped Y/N off at the college entrance before heading off to his own affairs.

As Y/N stepped out of the car, Jungkook's piercing gaze followed her, a silent promise to protect her waiting behind his stoic expression. Though he didn't tell his concerns, Y/N could feel his protective presence lingering in the air, comforting her as she made her way to class.
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In the classroom,
Y/N pushed her friend's hand away playfully when they tried to mess with her hair. Her friend giggled and returned to their seat as the professor walked in, signaling for everyone to sit down.
Y/N's smile faded as she saw the professor she really didn't like. He always gave her strange looks and stared at her a lot. When her friend joked about it, Y/N said he did that to everyone, and she planned to tell the dean or principal about it.

During the class, Y/N tried to pay attention, even though she felt uncomfortable with the professor's constant staring. She wanted to text her husband about it, but she knew phones weren't allowed in class.

As the professor approached and confiscated her phone, he closed his fist around it before Y/N could even react, leaving her feeling a surge of frustration and unease. She clenched her jaw, holding back the urge to protest, knowing it would only worsen the situation.

Y/N(to herself): "Ugh, seriously? This is so irritating."

She clenched her jaw, holding back the urge to protest, knowing it would only worsen the situation.

Y/N: "I'll take it back later. He's so annoying. I'm so tired of this."

Later, when she entered his office to retrieve her phone after class, the professor's arrogant tone grated on her nerves.

Professor: "Do you think it's acceptable to use your phone in my class, Y/N?"

Y/N: "I wasn't disturbing anyone, Professor. And you had no right to confiscate my phone."
The professor stood up abruptly, his grip tightening on her wrist, causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through her arm. Ignoring the discomfort, Y/N held his gaze with steely determination.

The professor's grip tightened on her wrist, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her arm. Ignoring the discomfort, Y/N held his gaze with strong determination.

Y/N: "Let go of me."

But the professor only smirked, his arrogance irritating her further. In a moment of rebelliousness, Y/N slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

As Y/N stood her ground, her voice firm with defiance, the professor's demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened with a sinister intent, and a predatory grin twisted his lips.

Professor: "You don't get to talk back to me, Y/N."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a surge of fear grip her. She tried to pull away, but the professor's grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her wrist painfully.

Y/N: "Let go of me!"

But the professor's hold remained firm as he forcefully pushed her backward, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Panic surged through Y/N as she realized the professor's true intentions.

Y/N: "No, please stop!"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against him, her mind racing with fear and desperation. In a desperate attempt to defend herself, Y/N reached for anything within her reach, her fingers closing around a pen.

Y/N: "Stay away from me!"

But before she could use it, a gunshot echoed through the room, shattering the tense silence. The door burst open, and Y/N's husband, Jungkook, stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury.

Jungkook: "Get away from her, you son of a-"

Before Jungkook could finish his sentence, he swiftly put the professor out of action, his movements fluid and precise. Y/N's heart raced with relief as Jungkook pulled her into his arms, his presence a comforting shield against the darkness that had threatened to consume her.

Jungkook: "Are you okay, Y/N?"

Y/N nodded, her voice choked with emotion.

Y/N(a crying mess): "Yes."

With Jungkook by her side, Y/N felt safe once again, knowing that he would always protect her from harm.

Jungkook: "Stay behind me."
Jungkook's men swiftly entered the professor's office at his command, efficiently taking care of the situation. Jungkook then approached Y/N, gathering her up in his arms and carrying her in a bridal style out of the room and towards the waiting car.

Jungkook: "It's okay, Y/N. I've got you."

As they settled into the car, Jungkook gently wiped away Y/N's tears, his voice soft and reassuring.

Jungkook: "Why didn't you tell me, love? You know I'm here for you."

Y/N sniffled, leaning into his embrace.

Y/N: "I-I didn't want to worry you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's expression softened, his thumb brushing away the tears from her cheeks.

Jungkook: "Y/N, you mean everything to me. Promise me you'll always tell me what's bothering you. I love you more than anything in this world."

Y/N nodded, feeling a wave of love and gratitude wash over her.

Y/N: "I promise, Jungkook. I love you too."

Later, he treated her injured wrist with care, demonstrating his expertise in first aid. As they embraced, Jungkook reassured Y/N of his unwavering commitment to protect her.

At the Mansion,
The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the garden where Jungkook and Y/N sat together, finding solace in each other's presence. Y/N leaned against Jungkook, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched the colors of the sky shift from golden hues to shades of pink and orange.

Jungkook gently lifted Y/N's chin with his finger, meeting her gaze with love and tenderness. Without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, tender kiss. In that moment, all the fear and pain melted away, leaving only the warmth of their love.

As they pulled back, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of vows and promises, reaffirming their commitment to each other. With a smile, Jungkook wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling her close as they basked in the serenity of the evening.

Together ,they celebrated their love, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, forevermore.
The End