✧.*His Father's Forbidden Feelings・❥・Taehyung

Golden hour light slanted across the back rows of the lecture hall, turning the air into a haze of warm dust motes and soft shadows. The final class of the semester had ended ten minutes ago, but 22-year-old Taehyung hadn't moved from his seat. He sat with his chin resting in his palm, a soft, helpless smile pulling at his lips as his dark eyes tracked your every movement down near the professor's desk. Underneath the table, Taehyung's fingers toyed with the smooth edges of a small velvet box tucked inside his coat pocket. At twenty-two, he knew people might say he was moving too fast, but he’d spent two years hopelessly in love with you—through shared study sessions, late-night diner runs, and quiet campus walks. Tonight, he was finally going to propose, completely oblivious to the secret longing you hid in your heart for someone else. "Remember to submit your final research proposals online before midnight," a deep, velvety voice echoed through the room. Jinsung adjusted the sleeves of his fitted dress shirt, rolling them up past his forearms. At 40 years old, Jinsung carried an effortless, magnetic presence. Divorced, remarkably fit, and strikingly handsome with a sharp jawline, he looked more like a man in his late twenties than a senior professor. You had fallen for him months ago, captivated by his quiet brilliance and raw charisma, but kept your crush buried deep, assuming a man like him would never look twice at a student. You stepped up to the front podium, holding out a stack of reference materials. "Here are the articles you requested, Professor." "Thank you," Jinsung murmured, his voice dipping low. He reached out to take the documents. His warm, broad fingers brushed directly against yours, lingering over the paper. An immediate, breathtaking spark flared between you—the same electric fire that ignited every time your skin accidentally touched. Jinsung’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound, and his dark eyes snapped directly to yours. For a fleeting second, the stoic professor vanished, replaced by an intense, undeniable hunger. But catching himself, his jaw tightened instantly, reverting to his cold, distant mask. You pulled your hands back, your chest aching as you mistook his sudden restraint for a silent rejection—completely unaware that Jinsung was agonizing over the age gap, his authority, and the forbidden nature of his feelings. Footsteps echoed down the concrete aisle as Taehyung trotted down the steps, completely blind to the agonizing tension between you and his father. Taehyung wrapped an arm naturally around your shoulders, pulling you softly into his side and kissing the top of your head with unabashed devotion. "Hey," Taehyung murmured, beaming down at you before glancing toward the podium. "Ready to get out of here? Dad, don't spend all night in the office grading. You promised you'd take a break." Jinsung froze, his dark eyes dropping to where his son's arm rested possessively around your waist. His chest rose and fell in a slow, controlled breath, his knuckles turning white where he gripped the edge of the wooden desk, desperately fighting the pull he felt toward the girl his son was about to ask to marry. What will you do?