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Is this how you're gonna behave with your professor, like a spoiled brat?' He said I didn't listen to him and started walking out of his office, but his next words stopped me in my tracks when he called me by my name. I could tell he was really angry. 'Jung yn,' I said, 'stop! I heard his footsteps getting closer, and he held my hands so gently, like holding a feather. He was handling me delicately, as if I were made of glass. "Whatever you think, Prof. Kim, but next time, please think before touching me. I don't like it when someone touches me without my permission, and I really don't want you to touch me. It makes me feel like I need to wash away your touch with poison. Your touch makes me feel sick.' He forcefully grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back, pressing me against the doors. He asked, "Does my touch make you feel disgusting? Do you hate me so much that you can't stand the thought of me touching you?" I laughed bitterly and replied, "Hate is too weak a word to describe how much I despise you. That hatred will consume itself." He said, "If you really feel that way, then I promise I'll never let anyone else touch you. If my touch disgusts you so much that you want to erase it with poison, then I'll be that poison, forever coursing through your veins." "Why are you playing with my emotions?" I cried out, my voice filled with pain. "One moment, you give me hope, and the next, you crush it into a million pieces. "What do you want from me, Kim Taehyung?" For a moment, his eyes showed a hint of warmth, but then they turned cold again. He let go of my hands and started walking away. "absolutely nothing," shaking his head as if he was trying to convince himself. I was a total mess, crying on my knees. Everything started to blur, and the sounds faded away. I saw him rushing back towards me, calling my name .The next moment, my head fell into his lap, and everything faded into darkness. . #2-covers
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