"I was always top in studies; I'm still top in every fvcking thing,"
"I bet not in bed, professor,"
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- #ProfessorXStudent
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YOONGI’S POV
One month passed. One whole month since everything happened.
Since the day that was supposed to be my happiest birthday — turned into the darkest one.
A day where candles were lit for me, and by the end of the night, I was being dragged by police like some criminal.
That day still plays in my head. Again and again.
I remember how confused I was. How helpless. But more than anything, I remember two things clearly. My Jimin... and my best friend Namjoon — standing there, not leaving me even for a second.
They saved me. They stood for me when I couldn’t stand for myself. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me without them. And honestly… I don’t even want to imagine.
Now one month passed and everything slowly became better. Like the sky after a long storm.
Our house felt peaceful again. Mom smiled more. Dad started spending time in the garden again. Jimin… he stayed close. Always next to me.
But Yuna… My little sister didn’t heal.
Her condition was getting worse.
She smiled, she laughed, she even joked like before — but all of us could see how broken she was inside. She missed Hoseok. Even if she never said it, her eyes always searched for someone. Her room stayed quiet. She stopped writing in her diary.
And Hoseok... He came every single day.
He waited outside the house like a lost boy. He rang the bell and said the same words each day — “I just want to say sorry.”
But no one let him in. No one forgave him. Not even Yuna. Because her heart was still hurting too much.
One day I saw it with my own eyes. Hoseok standing outside, crying. He fell on his knees, hands folded, tears falling like rain.
“I know I was wrong,” he said. “I hurt her… I hurt all of you. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was so lost in pain and hate, I forgot love even existed.”
But still, the door didn’t open.
That scene stayed in my mind for days.
It’s been one month since then.
And today, I stood near the window and thought deeply.
I put myself in his place. What if I lost someone I loved like that? What if I had no answers and everyone turned their back on me?
