Forbidden Lecture

chapter 3

After class, Y/N, bundled up in her oversized sweater, walked, head down, in the teeming rain. The familiar path to her apartment seemed to stretch endlessly, the pitter-patter of raindrops a relentless chorus in her ears.

Reaching her apartment, she sank into a hot bath, trying to wash away the residue of the day.

Slipping into a comfortable pair of jeans and a soft sweater, Y/N ventured out. The air buzzed with the energy of a city coming alive after a long day. The smell of street food mingled with the scent of rain, creating an oddly comforting aroma. She strolled through the bustling market, her senses drinking in the vibrant chaos.

As the evening deepened, Y/N found herself at the familiar bus stop.As she waited for the bus, the world around her started to blur, her thoughts slipping into the future when a sound broke through her reverie. It was soft at first, almost like a whisper carried by the wind. Y/N turned her head and caught sight of a man sitting on the bench, his shoulders shaking slightly. Straining to listen, she realized he was crying.

Curiosity and concern pulled her closer. Y/N can't see his face because the man wore a mask.

"Excuse me," she ventured gently, her voice soft but steady. "Are you okay?"

He paused, a shuddering breath escaping his lips as he wiped his eyes, but he didn't respond. The sound of the bus approaching echoed in the distance. Y/N took a cautious step closer, feeling the weight of the moment.

"I don't know why you're crying alone," she said, her heart aching for him. "But crying isn't a solution. You have to fight back against whatever it is that's hurting you."

The bus pulled to a stop, its doors hissing open. Y/N glanced over her shoulder, then back at him. She reached into her bag, withdrawing a clean handkerchief. "Here," she said, extending it toward him. "Take this. Just remember, you are not alone. You can face your problems; you just have to believe that you can."

As the bus driver called for passengers to board,Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the bus, allowing the doors to close behind her. As the vehicle lurched forward, she stole one last glance at the man. He sat there, the handkerchief pressed against the side of his face, the tears still flowing but somehow, maybe just a little lighter than before.

After the bus pulled away, the man removed his mask with a slow smile creeping onto his face. "Interesting," he murmured to himself, a trace of amusement in his voice. "My life is going to be much more interesting because of you, my little student Y/N."

As Y/N rode through the city, the bus rattling beneath her, she had no way of knowing that the mysterious man she'd offered kindness to was none other than Jungkook, her professor.