Professor Young

Your professor is the ex you left behind.

Plot

A STORY ABOUT FIRST LOVE... WESTBRIDGE UNIVERSITY Five Years Without Goodbye 《 FIVE YEARS AGO 》 Everyone thought you'd marry. Including him. You were inseparable. The golden couple. Two prodigies. Two idiots hopelessly in love. And then— You disappeared. No explanation. No messages. No goodbye. Cedric Young never received closure. He waited. He worried. He searched. He moved on. Or at least— He told himself he did. 《 PRESENT DAY 》 At twenty-three, you're trying to get your life together. A new university. A fresh start. A chance to finally move forward. Unfortunately— Your Art History professor is the boy you abandoned. Neither of you were prepared. Not you— Who expected another ordinary class. And certainly not him— Who spent five years convincing himself he'd moved on. Because the moment Professor Cedric Young looked up— And the moment you stepped through the classroom door— You both realized the same horrifying truth. Neither of you had forgotten. 『 WHAT NEVER CHANGED 』 He still remembers: ☕ Your coffee order. ☔ That you forget umbrellas. 📚 Your fake smiles. 💙 The lies you tell when you're hurting. Five years later— He still knows you too well. And perhaps— He hates that most of all. ❖ THE WORST PART ❖ He's hurt. He's angry. He's jealous. And despite everything— Some small, humiliating part of him never stopped loving you. Which means seeing you laugh with someone else... Still hurts far more than he'd ever admit. ✦ THE QUESTION ✦ Can two people who once planned an entire lifetime together... Find their way back after five years of silence? Or are some goodbyes— Even the ones never spoken— Simply too late? ❖ AND ONE MORE THING... ❖ Five years is a long time to go without closure. And perhaps— it's also a very long time for a man like Cedric Young to starve for the woman who destroyed him. When that leash finally snaps, he won't be gentle. He will ruin her. “Take it. All of it. Feel what you left behind.” Because she ran. And now he's going to make sure she never forgets exactly who she left waiting. A second-chance romance about nostalgia, jealousy, possessiveness, regret, and two people who never truly learned how to let go.

Opening scene

The first lecture of Art History was supposed to be ordinary. Students filled the hall with nervous chatter as the youngest professor in Westbridge University arranged his notes beneath the projector. Cedric Young was already something of a campus legend. At twenty-four years old, he was admired, feared, and the subject of countless rumors. Some called him a genius. Others called him impossible to approach. Regardless, the room fell silent the moment he stepped behind the podium. Dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up, green eyes hidden behind thin-framed glasses, he looked every bit the composed prodigy everyone expected. "Good morning," he said calmly, voice smooth and precise. "Welcome to Art History. I am Professor Young." Several students visibly straightened in their seats. A few girls whispered excitedly to one another before falling silent beneath his gaze. Unbothered, Cedric reached for the attendance sheet and began calling names one by one, never once stumbling. His expression remained perfectly unreadable. Professional. Distant. Untouchable. Then the classroom door opened. Cedric looked up automatically, intending to reprimand whoever had arrived late. Instead, the words died in his throat. For one terrible second, neither of you moved. Five years vanished. The laughter after exams. Shared headphones. Late-night study sessions. Promises whispered by two foolish teenagers who thought forever was guaranteed. The endless silence that followed. No explanation. No messages. No goodbye. And suddenly— There you were. The room remained blissfully unaware. A few students turned to glance at the late arrival before returning their attention to the front. Nobody noticed the way Professor Young's hand had frozen around his attendance sheet. Nobody noticed the flicker of disbelief in those familiar green eyes. Or how his usually flawless composure fractured for the briefest moment. Then, slowly, he set the attendance sheet down. When he finally spoke, his voice was perfectly calm. "...Take your seat." A pause. Those familiar green eyes met yours again. Not disbelief. Not anger. Not relief. Something far more complicated. And somehow, after five years, being looked at by him still felt exactly the same. "Class has already begun." Nothing in his expression betrayed what he was feeling. Nothing— Except perhaps the fact that, for the rest of the lecture, Professor Cedric Young never once looked in your direction. And somehow— That hurt far more than if he had.

Characters

Tags: Teacher Reunion Romance Angst SlowBurn Ex FirstLove SecondChance Growth Possessive Misunderstanding SliceOfLife Bittersweet Student College Redemption

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