My Professor Agent

chapter 18

Chapter 18 - The Truth Beneath the Ashes

POV - Taehyung

The night was unusually quiet. Even the moon seemed to hide behind the curtain of clouds, as if afraid to cast its gaze upon him. Taehyung lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in the storm swirling in his thoughts.

His fingers subconsciously traced the silver chain around his neck-the locket his mother gave him on his last birthday together. That was before everything turned to ash. Before his mother died. Before the mall burned. Before his heart began to crack.

He hadn't slept well in days. Not since the conversation with Vegas. Not since he heard those cursed words:

"It was the Tiger Warriors who set the mall ablaze..."

The image of his mother's smile haunted him. The memory of her voice, her warmth, her hands brushing back his hair when he was a child... all of it now clouded by smoke and screams.

And now, a terrible possibility clawed at his soul: what if her death wasn't fate, but murder?

"What if she wasn't just a victim caught in the fire... but a target?"

Taehyung sat up, the locket cold against his skin. He stared at his reflection in the dark window. His own eyes stared back-dark, tormented, hollow.

He needed answers.

He needed the truth.

POV - Jungkook

"Why won't he just talk to me...?"

Jungkook whispered to himself, curled on his massive king-sized bed, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. His entire world had been thrown into a storm since Taehyung started ignoring him. His chest ached constantly-each breath sharp like shattered glass.

He tried reaching out. Calling. Messaging. Waiting outside Taehyung's building in the rain like a damned fool. And yet... nothing. Not even a glance.

Eunwoo. The name lit a fire of frustration in him. That guy-always by Taehyung's side, like a fucking wall. Smirking. Blocking. Protecting.

But Jungkook didn't want to hurt Taehyung. Never. Not now, not ever. He just wanted to fix what he broke.

"I should've never pull that shity prank......"

Tears threatened to spill, but he blinked them back. He had taught himself to mask every weakness, every emotion-except Taehyung had always been the exception.

He was his peace. His chaos. His salvation.

And now, he was drifting away.

Here's a rewritten and expanded version of your college fight + infirmary scene (Chapter 19) with a fitting title, stronger emotional depth, heavier wording, and longer flow while keeping your concept intact:

Next Morning
College

POV -

The morning air in the college corridors buzzed with chatter, careless whispers bouncing between groups of students.

"Hey, did you see Professor Kim's ass? I swear, I wanted to spank that," one student murmured crudely, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, I know, right? He's prettier than half the girls here," his friend chuckled.

Another leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, I just want to bend him over the table and fu-"

The words sliced through the air like poison, but before he could finish, a fist crashed against his jaw with such force that the boy toppled to the floor, clutching his face in agony.