Yoongi - Professor

I never thought I'd be afraid of a teacher. During the day, Min Yoongi was the kind of person who almost went unnoticed. He spoke softly, explaining everything calmly, as if the world was never in a hurry. He wore neutral sweaters, thin glasses, and always carried a book under his arm. He was predictable, calm... confident. And that's exactly why I never suspected anything. Until that night. I shouldn't have been there. The street was wrong, the weather was even worse, but curiosity always got the better of me. And this time, it dragged me straight into something I couldn't undo. First came the footsteps. Heavy, firm, echoing in the silence. Then, the scene. Under the dim light of a streetlamp, there was a man – and for a second my brain refused to acknowledge what my eyes had already understood. It was him. At least I thought so. Min Yoongi wasn't wearing glasses. He wasn't wearing a sweater. And he definitely wasn't covered in blood... was he? His eyes... they were something completely different. Cold, calculating, without any hesitation. There was someone kneeling in front of him, begging for something I already knew wasn't coming. I couldn't hear everything, but the voice was clear enough to send shivers down my spine. "I told you not to cross my path" It was the same voice that, hours before, had been explaining literature. But then... there was nothing gentle about the tone of voice. I should have left. I should have run. But my body simply froze, as if it had been ripped from me. And it was in that second that everything got worse. He turned his face toward a noise when I tripped over something. And he saw me...? Shit... he saw me? I was hoping he hadn't seen me, but I understood something with absurd clarity: I shouldn't have found out and I should figure out how to act in the classroom tomorrow.....