Forbidden Lecture

chapter 4

Y/N stared despondently at her alarm clock, the vivid red numerals glaring at her like an unwelcome reminder of the day ahead. Professor Jeon was scheduled to lecture that morning, and just the thought of his piercing gaze made her heart race-not in a good way.

She groaned, tossing her blankets off and reluctantly shuffling to her closet. Wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Come on, Y/N," she whispered to herself, clutching her backpack tightly. "Just one class, and you can escape back to your safe haven." After a deep breath, she opened her door and stepped outside, ready to face the world.

The bus stop was only a short jog from her apartment, and as she ran, the cool morning air filled her lungs with a bracing chill. It felt exhilarating, like shedding her insecurities with each step. But as she rounded the corner and approached the stop, her heart sank. The bus had just pulled away, its rear lights fading into the distance. Panic gripped her-she had no choice but to wait.

Y/N: (grumbling to herself) Why did I hit snooze this morning? Great, just great

Suddenly, a bike comes to a halt in front of her. A familiar face emerges as the rider removes the helmet, revealing Jungkook with a warm smile.

Jungkook playfully Looks like you could use a lift, Y/N.

Y/N (wide eyes) Professor Jeon? What are you doing here?

Jungkook (chuckling) Just Jungkook when we're off campus. And I'm just out for a ride. I saw you at the bus stop and figured I could help.

Y/N:Y/N: (hesitant) I really don't think that's a good idea. I will take the bus

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his amusement palpable. "You know what happens to students who are late for my class?"

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. "Uh, no?" she said hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, they do extra assignments," Jungkook said, his tone mockingly serious. He straightened up, taking a step closer, an unmistakable glint of mischief in his dark eyes. "Tell me, what's worse? An extra assignment or missing my riveting lecture on Shakespeare's complex characters?"

Y/N took a deep breath, pushed her shy nature aside, and climbed onto the motorcycle behind him, her heart racing with the thrill.

Y/N Uh, how do I hold on?

Jungkook (grinning, glancing back) Just wrap your arms around my waist. Trust me, I won't let you fall.

Y/N's heart raced as she wrapped her arms around Jungkook's waist, feeling the warmth of his body through his leather jacket. The motorcycle roared to life beneath her, and they sped off into the morning traffic.

As they weaved through the crowded streets, Y/N felt a rush of exhilaration. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and the wind whipping through her hair was both terrifying and thrilling.

Jungkook seemed to sense her tension and reached back, his hand covering hers on his waist. "Hold on tight," he called out over the wind. "I've got you."

Y/N felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the road ahead.