Resonance

Echoes of the Past

The classroom was abuzz with excitement as first-year students settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of their first class. Among them, Han Jung-Ha felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety. His introverted nature made the attention directed towards him uncomfortable, prompting him to choose a seat at the back of the room.

As the chatter in the room gradually died down, the professor made his entrance. All eyes turned towards him, captivated by his presence. Tall and charismatic, Jo In-Sung commanded attention effortlessly. He began his introduction, his voice carrying a mix of authority and warmth.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Jo In-Sung, and I'll be your professor for this course," he began, a friendly smile on his lips. "Since you're all fresh faces in the world of college, let me assure you that while it might be a bit overwhelming at first, you'll find your way in no time."

In-Sung's words were accompanied by chuckles from the students. He had a knack for lightening the atmosphere, putting nervous minds at ease. "I know college can be like a maze," he continued, "but consider me your guide, here to help you navigate."

He shared anecdotes and cracked jokes that elicited laughter from the class. It was evident that he was not just a professor but also a master of breaking down barriers.

With the introductions done, In-Sung proceeded to call roll for each student assigned to his class. Jung-Ha's heart raced a little faster as the roll call approached his name. When his name was called, he responded with a quick "Here," hoping to blend in among the many names being called out.

However, In-Sung's pause after calling Jung-Ha's name caught him off guard. The professor's brow furrowed slightly as he seemed lost in thought. "Han Jung-Ha," he repeated softly, as if the name triggered a memory.

In-Sung's curiosity got the best of him. "Han Jung-Ha, may I ask where you're from?" he inquired, his gaze focused solely on Jung-Ha.

Caught off guard by the question, Jung-Ha blinked and then responded, "I'm from Seoul."

In-Sung nodded, his expression a mixture of contemplation and something Jung-Ha couldn't quite decipher. The roll call continued, but Jung-Ha's mind was elsewhere. Why had the professor singled him out with a question? Why didn't he ask anyone else about their origins?

As the lecture began and In-Sung delved into the subject matter, Jung-Ha found himself divided between absorbing the material and puzzling over the professor's brief interaction with him.

As the class came to an end, the students gathered their belongings and began to leave the room. In-Sung observed the stream of young minds exiting, his attention momentarily caught by a particular figure – Han Jung-Ha.

As Jung-Ha walked towards the door, his steps a blend of youthful energy and humility, his eyes met In-Sung's. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Jung-Ha offered a respectful bow, a gesture of gratitude that conveyed more than words ever could.

"Thank you, Professor," he said softly, his voice carrying a sincerity that resonated with In-Sung.

In-Sung, still caught off guard by the familiarity he felt, managed a small smile. "You're welcome. Have a great day."