AUTHORS P.O.V

Days had passed, and Y/N still wasn’t doing well. The doorbell rang, and her nanny answered, expecting another professor to come and teach Y/N for the day. Opening the door, she found a tall, handsome young man standing there.

"Good afternoon! I'm here to teach Y/N," he said, bowing politely.

The nanny smiled warmly. "Oh! Hello there. You look very young for a professor. Come in!"

He chuckled softly. "I'm only 23, ahjumma. I graduated four years ago—finished earlier than most," he explained, glancing around the house as he stepped inside.

“I see. Well, Y/N is upstairs in her room. Her sister insisted she shouldn't move around too much,” the nanny said as she led him upstairs. "Please head to the second room on the left. I’ll call her to meet you there."

He nodded, following her instructions like a lost puppy.

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Y/N’s POV

I was reviewing my notes when I heard the doorbell, knowing it was probably one of my professors again. I ignored it, knowing my nanny would take care of it. While reading, my phone buzzed with a new message. I picked it up and saw a text from my sister.

CHAE UNNIE💕:
One of your professors will be there soon. Tell me when your session ends. Don’t be scared; just stay calm. Call the nanny if you need anything.

After reading the message, I heard a knock on my door. I stood up and opened it to find the nanny standing there.

"Sweetheart, your professor is here. I asked him to wait for you in your study room. Go and meet him there now. I’ll go downstairs and prepare your dinner. Call me if anything goes wrong, okay? He seems really nice, so I think everything will be fine. But still, just call me if you need anything," she said, gently caressing my face.

I nodded, feeling a small sense of comfort from her words. The nanny was one of the few people I trusted besides my sisters. I gave her a weak smile, and she sighed softly.

"Everything will be fine, sweetheart," she reassured me.

"I’ll go get my things and head there," I replied.

She nodded and headed downstairs while I gathered my belongings and slowly made my way to the study room. I was still weak from the medication, but when I entered the room, I saw him sitting at the table, scanning his books. My heart started racing. Why did I always have to feel this way around him? He must have sensed my stare because he looked up, his expression immediately shifting to concern.

"Do you need help?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

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Jungkook’s POV

As I was going through my books, preparing for the lesson, I felt someone’s gaze on me. I looked up and saw her standing by the door. She looked so weak and pale, and my heart ached at the sight. Was this what my hyungs meant when they said she wasn’t doing well? I quickly stood up, worried.

"Do you need help?" I asked.

"No, I’m fine. Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon," she replied as she walked over to the seat beside me.

As much as I wanted to keep looking at her, I couldn’t bear to see her like this. It hurt too much. I wanted to hold her and tell her I was there for her, but I couldn’t risk scaring her away.

I sighed and pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the lesson. Throughout the session, she paid close attention, absorbing everything I taught. As we finished, her nanny came in with a tray of food. I immediately helped her place it on the table.

"Thank you, son," the nanny smiled, and I returned the gesture.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you need to eat and take your medication," the nanny said, her tone gentle. I noticed the tray and got curious about the medicines.

"Son, join her. I prepared two meals, one for each of you. You can leave after you finish," the nanny suggested.

I smiled and nodded, "Thank you, ahjumma."

She patted my shoulder before leaving the room. I watched Y/N as she started eating, and then I took my seat beside her and began eating as well. When we finished, I watched her take her medication.

"May I ask?" I asked softly, catching her attention. She hesitated but nodded.

"The medicine you’re taking—what’s it for?" I inquired, concerned.

She avoided my gaze. "It’s for my anxiety," she replied quietly.

"And the other one?" I pressed gently.

She went silent. "It’s nothing you need to know about," she finally said.

I sighed, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. She knew how much I cared about her, how deeply I was in love with her, but she always kept me at arm's length. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"You know, ever since I first saw you, I’ve had feelings for you. But I need to know—why do you always ignore me? Is it because you hate me? Am I not your type?" I asked, my voice filled with vulnerability.

Her eyes widened in shock at my sudden question. "Mr. Jeon…" she began, but I couldn’t stop now.

"I’m sorry, but I need answers. Do you hate me? Do you dislike the attention I give you? Do you want me to stop and leave you alone?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

She looked at me, clearly conflicted. "It’s not like that," she finally said.

"Then what? Do you want me to continue? Give you everything? Because if you do, I’d gladly give you all of me," I said, moving closer to her, my heart pounding in my chest.

She looked at me, shocked by my words. "You’re my teacher," she said softly.

I sighed. "Is that the reason? Because I’m your professor and you’re my student?"

She remained silent.

"This is wrong," she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn’t have feelings for me. This is forbidden. A teacher and student relationship—it’ll get us into trouble."

I groaned in frustration. "You still didn’t answer my question. Do you want my attention?" I asked again, needing to know.

She hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Let me rephrase that," I said gently. "Do you feel the same way, even a little bit?"

She sighed, looking away. "No one wouldn’t like you, but we just can’t. You don’t even know me that well."

I reached out and took her hand. "Then let me. Tell me everything about you. I’ll listen. I’ll understand. I want to know every part of you."

She sighed again, her eyes filled with a sadness that broke my heart. "I want to, but I can’t."

"Why not?" I asked, desperate to understand.

"How can I? You’ll just see me the way they do. You’ll be disgusted and then leave me, just like everyone else," she said, her voice trembling.

My heart clenched at her words. "Then try me," I whispered.

"I can’t," she mumbled, her voice filled with fear and uncertainty.

I sighed, squeezing her hand gently. "I won’t force you, but when you’re ready, you can always tell me. I’ll be here for you, always. I’ll do everything I can to earn your trust." I pressed a soft kiss to her hand.

"Thank you," she whispered, and I smiled, feeling a small sense of relief.

"Anything for you," I replied, happy that she wasn’t pushing me away entirely.

"I should probably go, Mr. Jeon. It’s late," she said, breaking the moment.

I nodded, still captivated by her presence. "Alright. I’ll see you next session," I said, gently caressing her face. She flinched slightly, and I immediately pulled back. "I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t like being touched."

She shook her head. "No, it’s alright. I like it. I was just a bit startled," she explained.

"Then… may I?" I asked, reaching out again.

She nodded. "Yes, please."

I gently caressed her face, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Get some rest. Here, call me or text me anytime you want," I said, handing her my card.

"I’ll send you off," she offered, but I shook my head.

"No, just go to your room. I’ll be fine," I assured her.

She smiled at me, a small, shy smile that took my breath away. "You smiled," I said in surprise. It was the first time I had seen her smile.

"I didn’t!" she quickly denied, her cheeks flushing.

"Baby, you shouldn’t hide that beautiful smile of yours," I said gently, and she looked at me, her eyes softening.

"I’ll try," she replied, and that simple promise made me happier than anything else.