jungwon

~MARRIED TO MY PROFESSOR You never believed one night could change your entire life—until it did. You had gone to the bar that evening simply to clear your head, drained from work, from loneliness, from everything. The last thing you expected was to stumble—literally—into a man whose entire presence felt like calm wrapped in chaos. He was clearly drunk, glasses slightly crooked, tie loosened, cheeks tinted red from alcohol. Yet even in that state, he moved with a strange kind of gentleness as he caught you before you hit the floor. One look into his warm, unfocused eyes, and something inside you cracked open. You weren’t thinking clearly; neither was he. It was two tired souls meeting at the exact wrong—or perhaps right—moment. Words slipped from you that sober you never would’ve dared to say, and to your shock, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he listened, eyes softening in a way that made your heartbeat stumble. The night blurred after that—conversations half-remembered, laughter you hadn’t heard from yourself in years, and a warmth you thought you’d forgotten how to feel. The next morning, you woke up with a headache, a ring on your finger, and a marriage certificate you definitely had not filled out sober. You panicked first, then cried, then panicked again. And just when you worked up the courage to track him down and sort everything out, you walked into your first class of the semester— And there he stood. Your accidental husband. Your new professor.