"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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Now, I'm not putting any goals for this chapter because I'm right now very much occupied with my college admission. The next update might get some delay but I'll try to post it as soon as this chapter gets a decent read and votes. Enjoy reading!
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J U N G K O O K
The crisp autumn air swept through the Harvard campus as I walked through the familiar gates, the red and yellow leaves crunching beneath my shoes. The scent of academia and nostalgia enveloped me, bringing back memories of my own university days. A subtle smile played on my lips as I strolled along the pathways, passing by buildings that held stories of the past.
Though I was here last winter, teaching my students here, it felt like it had been years since I last stepped foot on this hallowed ground, and now, I was back again. As a professor, as an ex-student, as an admirer of this campus. The thought filled me with a strange mix of pride and disbelief. I glanced around, absorbing the energy of the bustling students, the excitement in the air palpable as the Harvard fest approached.
In those last two days of my horror, I felt at peace for the first time. Dad collapsed all of a sudden that night and I didn't even get time to plan anything, all I knew was that I left Seoul in a haste right away at midnight, I left a message for Mrs. Choi, and wanted to see y/n’s face but I left without a word.
Her name echoed in my thoughts like a melody as I walked into the campus. Two days ago, we shared a kiss that lingered on my lips like the taste of sweet uncertainty. That damned kiss.
Her lips, soft and warm, haunted my every waking moment. She had driven me to the edge of insanity. And the guilt gnawed at me. I hadn't informed her about my abrupt departure from Seoul, leaving her in the dark about the whirlwind that had upended my life.
My dad, the only anchor I ever had, my only home, had suffered a heart attack two days ago, resulting in my unannounced journey to Boston. The fear of losing him had gripped my heart, leaving no room for explanation or goodbyes to y/n. She deserved an explanation but the fear of losing him clouded my judgement.
By the time I was with my dad, I still carried the weight of those anxious moments but the uncertainty of dad’s health overshadowed every other thought. Thankfully, he had pulled through, and he was on the road to recovery. He proved again that Jeon Jiwon was a strong man.
