Chapter 27

Jungkook's POV

The crisp autumn air swept through the Harvard campus as I walked through the familiar gates, the red and yellow leaves crunching beneath my shoes. The scent of academia and nostalgia enveloped me, bringing back memories of my own university days. A subtle smile played on my lips as I strolled along the pathways, passing by buildings that held stories of the past. 

Though I was here last winter, teaching my students here, it felt like it had been years since I last stepped foot on this hallowed ground, and now, I was back again. As a professor, as an ex-student, as an admirer of this campus. The thought filled me with a strange mix of pride and disbelief. I glanced around, absorbing the energy of the bustling students, the excitement in the air palpable as the Harvard fest approached. 

In those last two days of my horror, I felt at peace for the first time. Dad collapsed all of a sudden that night and I didn't even get a time to plan anything, all I knew I left Seoul in a haste right away in midnight, I left a message for Mrs. Choi, and wanted to see y/n’s face but I left without a word. 

Her name echoed in my thoughts like a melody as I walked into the campus. Two days ago, we shared a kiss that lingered on my lips like the taste of sweet uncertainty. That damned kiss.