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"I don't care alright? You'll move and I won't have anything to do with you anymore. This can't happen."

"Look please, we could maybe work this out. I don't want you to hate me because of him," he said. A painful beating in his heart told him all his chances were ruined by one single person, his brother. "I can't even consider him as my own brother."

"We can't work this out. He forced himself on me, Mark! I just think it's better for you to leave and never come back. With him," you mumbled the last part and walked away. He was left there, heartbroken.

As you walked away it started getting darker than before. You got out of the scary alley onto the street as you felt it getting colder. It usually did since it was a winter night.

Hearing some footsteps behind you, you suddenly froze. You turned around and a dark figure was walking your way. You kept walking faster and faster trying to lose him but you couldn't. You turned around again and could see his face perfectly. That was him. Mark's brother.

He smirked as he noticed you knew who he was. Scared, you started to run as fast as you could to get away from him. Not being able to hear his footsteps that much, you turned around but he wasn't there. Since you weren't looking, you crashed into a hard chest. You looked up and your eyes widened like a full moon.

"Professor?"

"Miss, what are you doing out here?" He asked, shocked to see one of his student's outside the campus. "Tomorrow you have class!"

"I-I," Not being able to really say anything you start to get dizzy and the last thing you said before you fainted was, "Run."

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Only thing that could be seen was a dim light coming from the bottom of the door in the room. Some footsteps outside were heard as the door knob turned and the door suddenly opened. Your eyes were half open, not fully being able to see who was walking inside the room. He kneeled down and placed the back of his palm on your forehead, checking your temperature.

"I'm afraid that you'll probably be sick," he said. As you were finally able to open your eyes fully and see who was in front of you, you stayed confused on why it was your professor.

"Mister, why am I here?"

"You don't remember?" He asked and you shook your head. "I found you running in the streets and you bumped into me. You suddenly fainted saying and the last thing you said was Run. I don't know why. Is everything okay? Do you need help?"

You quickly shot up from the bed remembering everything, "I'm-I'm alright. I need to be home. What time is it? Wait, how long did I sleep?"

"Miss, please lay down. You need to rest," he insisted. "I already contacted your mom. I told them I'd drive you home when you feel well enough."

"But Mister Jeon, I don't want to trouble you. I'm really, really sorry for bumping into you but it's not a good day for me."

He stood up and walked to his closet. He grabbed a black coat and gave it to you, "I know I'm new in this and it's my first year but even if it was my last, I don't want to see my student going through anything bad. If you need to talk then I'll be here."

"I'm alright. Really," you smiled, trying to convince him but the way you held onto the bed sheets tightly wasn't convincing him whatsoever.

"At least wear this. It's very cold outside," he offered the coat once again and you finally accepted it. "Let me take you home. I get that you've had a bad day but at least let me make sure you get home safely."

You put on the coat and walked with him outside. It was a bit uncomfortable since he was your professor but you just wanted to get home and sleep. You both got in his car and he drove over to your house as you told him the address. The ride was of course silent until he spoke.

"You slept for two hours. It's three AM right now," he said, still focused on driving. "I still wonder why you were outside at this time but I'll just not ask. I just hope that whatever happened before it's okay for you now. Or soon it will be at least."

You stayed silent until he parked the car in front of your house. Before getting out you finally said, "Thank you, Mr. Jeon. You saved me tonight."

Before he could ask what you meant, you walked out and closed the door. You waved goodbye and walked to the front of your house. He waited until you walked inside and once you did, he finally left. He stayed confused for the rest of his ride back home. He knew something was wrong and didn't want a student of his feeling so anxious like you were.

He was going to figure out what happened. Even if it cost the death of him.

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