Dear Professor…(s.jn)
''The Answer''
Warnings:none really.
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127th Street/ John's Apartment / 15:45
The sound of his phone jolted him awake, his eyes snapping open immediately. In the stillness of his apartment, the ringtone echoed through every corner. He reached toward the nightstand, muttering under his breath as he glanced at the screen: Incoming call from Y. Nakamoto. Two messages. With a sigh, he swiped the screen and pressed the phone to his ear.
—“Yeah?”— he mumbled, his voice rougher than usual, turning onto his back as his gaze drifted to the ceiling.
—“Were you asleep?”— asked the familiar voice on the other end. John exhaled slowly.—“No. Just practicing for when I’m dead. What’s up?”— he quipped in a dry tone, hearing Yuta chuckle softly.
—“Ha, luckily for you your friend is a forensic doctor,” —Yuta joked back. John responded with a massive yawn that crinkled his entire face.—“What’s going on?”— he asked again.
—“Nothing serious. Just wanted to check in and talk about the tutoring sessions,”— Yuta explained. In the background, the sounds of traffic drifted through—cars passing, and the occasional honk in the distance.
—“I’m fine… but where are you? I didn’t see you at the meeting this morning.”
—“Just left it five minutes ago. I’m heading to your place now. Feel like grabbing a drink?”— Yuta asked, his words quick, accompanied by the click of a car door closing.
—“Damn it,”— John groaned, dragging a hand down his face. —“There was an evening meeting?”— his friend chuckled lightly.
—“You really need to read those emails, Suh. It was optional.”—John let out a resigned grunt as Yuta continued.—“Get ready. I’ll pick you up in a few minutes.”
—“Yuta, seriously—” —John began, only to be cut off mid-sentence.—“No excuses! What did I tell you? I’m tired of you canceling every plan. Live a little, will you? See you in ten.”
The call ended abruptly, leaving John with no choice but to get up. He knew there was no point arguing with Yuta.
He dragged himself to the bathroom for a quick shower, and after dressing casually, he heard Yuta’s car horn blaring from the street. Ignoring the unread notifications on his phone, John snatched it from the nightstand without checking the screen. I’ll deal with it later, he muttered to himself, grabbing a light jacket and his wallet before heading out the door—ready, or as ready as he could be, for whatever Yuta had planned for the rest of the day.
NeoCity University /Y/n & Sooah's Dorm / 17:50
Notes and papers were scattered across the coffee table in the apartment, while soft lo-fi music played in the background, filling the space with a calm, relaxed vibe.
—“Did they reply yet?”— Sooah called from the kitchen. Y/N didn’t respond immediately; she just picked up their phone and checked for new notifications.
—“Nope,”— Y/N finally answered, just as Sooah returned from the kitchen carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. —“Only notifications from Hyuck,”— she added with a small smile, shrugging as they continued sorting through their notes.
—“Notifications of…?”— Sooah raised an eyebrow, getting more comfortable on the couch. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Y/N rested her head against the edge of the sofa, using it like a makeshift pillow.
—“TikTok,”— Y/N replied, making Sooah chuckle softly and shake her head. —“I love the friendship we have with Hyuck, but sometimes I want to strangle him when he spams my phone with notifications,”— Y/N added with a playful, resigned smile after a brief pause.
—“He’s one of a kind… I still remember when he made us watch Pulp Fiction,”— Sooah said with a grin, taking a sip from her mug.
Y/N let out a light laugh, shaking their head before turning their focus back to the chemistry notes spread in front of them. —“Yes, I remember,”— Y/N said with a smile. —“I think we know more about Tarantino than Tarantino himself.”— She let out a soft laugh, glancing over at Sooah.
—“Yeah... By the way, are you okay babe?”— Sooah asked, raising an eyebrow. —“You haven’t even touched the hot chocolate I made with all the love in the world.”— She spoke with exaggerated drama, striking a theatrical pose worthy of a damsel in distress.
Y/N dropped one of the sheets of notes and turned their gaze to the mug sitting on the coffee table. —“Oh, shit!”— Y/n exclaimed, placing a hand on their forehead.
—“Sorry, sorry, sorry!”— She apologized repeatedly, carefully picking up the mug. Then, she looked at Sooah, who remained frozen in her over-the-top pose. —“Oh my queen!”— Y/n began, trying hard not to laugh. —“What must I do to earn the forgiveness of my beautiful lady?”—
—“It’s too late. You’ve taken far too long to recognize my noble deeds,”— Sooah replied, keeping up the act with mock seriousness. For a moment, they held their expressions, pretending to stay in character—until both burst out laughing.
Dream Av./ GO Coffee & Bar / 18:05
After a while, John and Yuta found themselves talking in a somewhat noisy place, though the buzz was tolerable.
—“So, you’ll be giving the tutoring sessions,”— Yuta stated as he tucked his phone into his pocket. His coworker nodded silently, gazing out the window of the establishment.
—“I guess so…”— John paused briefly. —“I don’t really have another choice.” —He shrugged, and Yuta flashed a small but meaningful smile, which John noticed when he turned to look at him. —“What?” —John asked, frowning.
—“Come on, Johnny, do you think you don’t have any bad students?”— Yuta asked with curiosity, taking a sip from his drink. —“It’s not that… I just think it’s kind of… unnecessary,” —John replied, watching his friend’s expression, then added, —“What, you don’t have any bad students?”—
—“No,” Yuta answered indifferently. —“In fact, I’ve got quite a few outstanding ones… Like this girl, though I can’t quite remember her name.” —He furrowed his brow, trying to recall.
—“She’s one of your best student, and you can’t even remember her name? Getting old, Yuta,” —John teased with a mocking smile. —“Shut up, John. I’m trying to remember, idiot,” —Yuta snapped, clicking his fingers as if it would jog his memory.
—“Ah! I got it! L/N… Y/N L/N. Brilliant.” —He grinned triumphantly, proud of himself for finally remembering.
Y/N, Y/N L/N.
That name echoed in his mind, pulling him deeper into his thoughts, until Yuta snapped him out of it by clicking his fingers in front of his face. John swatted his hand away with a sigh.
—“What’s got you so deep in thought, huh?”— Yuta asked, raising an eyebrow. —“Do you know who I’m talking about?”
—“Yeah, I know who she is,”— John replied with a slight nod—“She’s in my classes.”
—“Is that so? Well, I assume you already know, but I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated to their work,”— Yuta added. —“Her father is a well-known name in the forensics field. It’s impressive.” —His voice carried a hint of admiration, almost as if he were idealizing the people he mentioned.
—“I don’t know… but what’s clear is that you’re idealizing a girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth,” —John replied with a smug tone. —“She’s not doing that well in my class.” —He lied and shrugged, noticing Yuta’s expression, and added, —“She’s going to need the tutoring.”
127th Street/ John's Apartment / 20:30
When he arrived at his apartment, he felt an overwhelming need to disconnect from the noise and interactions of the day. Without a second thought, he collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep, relieved sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, almost feeling as if the universe was giving him a sign when he saw the flood of unread messages.
He opened the first one: "I need your tutoring services." He read it aloud under his breath and let out a frustrated huff.
What kind of message was that? Did they expect him to be a mind reader? A robot who could magically figure out who was texting him?
Without holding back, he typed a blunt response:
"Hi, I’ll need more information. I teach chemistry, not telepathy."
With a decisive tap, he hit send.
He moved on to the next message—it was from the student Yuta had mentioned.
Wasting no time, he typed out his reply and sent it off.
Then, tossing the phone aside, he sank deeper into the sofa, savoring the fleeting moment of silence that remained.
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Angelique´s note: Oh my God! We’ve made it to part two of chapter three, guys! 🤯 (Yeah... I threw in a few references only NCTzens will catch—sorry, I got a little carried away, lol). 👀 The next chapter’s gonna hit hard, and I’m not talking about word count—it’s an emotional rollercoaster. 🌀 Anyway! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. Don’t forget to stay hydrated 💧, and I’ll catch you in the next chapter.
Over and out! 🚀
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