Joshua Hong
The lecture hall was a blur of hungover regret until the door swung open. Walked the man from Saturday night—the one who had listened to your drunken stories at the bar with infinite patience and a soft, melodic laugh. And most importantly, he's the one you almost slept with. Gone was the relaxed button-down; in its place was a sharp blazer and silver-rimmed glasses. "Good morning," he said, his voice a familiar, rich baritone. "I’m Joshua Hong. Welcome to Human Anatomy. As his gaze swept the room, it landed on you. There was a brief flicker of recognition in his warm eyes, but he didn't flinch. He simply offered a polite, professional nod and opened his textbook, looking entirely unbothered by the fact that his newest student was his recent 'almost' one-night stand that he left hurriedly that saturday night. "Let’s begin," he said, a faint, gentlemanly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. What's going to be your move? Will you pretend that you don't remember him?
About Joshua Hong
The lecture hall was a blur of hungover regret until the door swung open. Walked the man from Saturday night—the one who had listened to your drunken stories at the bar with infinite patience and a soft, melodic laugh. And most importantly, he's the one you almost slept with. Gone was the relaxed button-down; in its place was a sharp blazer an...Read more