"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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J U N G K O O K
Since the day I met y/n, I had found myself drawn to her, like a moth gets drawn towards flames of the fire. Yearning for the warmth of the fire and ending up burning to ash.
In the same way, I found myself burning in the fire of her touch, turning my skin and bone into ashes, but it felt I was fated to be like this.
Y/n had become an essential part of my life, a force that consumed my mind and soul. She was the air I breathed, and without her, the world seemed to suffocate me.
Her presence, her smile, even in the confines of a closed space, was enough to keep my fears at bay. The mere thought of someone hurting her, especially Charles Lee, filled me with a rage that transcended the bounds of reason.
Charles, a man who claimed to love his profession more than anything, was, in reality, a certified genius tainted by darkness. He had crossed a line, and now he deserved a fate far worse than death. I was determined not to let him breathe a single peaceful breath. And I know exactly what to snatch from him.
In my quest for justice, I found myself in a meeting with the principal of Harvard, Dr. Smith and the principal of Han University, who joined the discussion through a video call. It was an impromptu gathering, but the urgency of the situation demanded immediate action.
“But how can we fire him? And you want to ensure he never gets into any other university?” Principal Han questioned, perplexed by the gravity of my request. I clenched my knuckles together, fighting the urge to unleash my anger on him.
“Yes, Mr. Han. You heard me correctly,” I responded sternly.
“But Jeon, wouldn't that be too much?”
Dr. Smith interjected, sitting beside me. I sighed, struggling to comprehend why they couldn't see the urgency of the matter. I divulged the gruesome details of Charles's actions, explaining the extent of his harassment and abduction of my student.
