Namjoon
First it was anatomy. He spoke to you about the human body with surgical precision, as if words were soft scalpels. He explained bones, muscles, nerves... and without realizing it, it got under your skin. He was patient, brilliant, imposing. Then came mathematics. Cold. Exact. Impersonal. Or at least, that's what you thought. Until you started failing. And he crossed your path again. — "You need extra classes if you want to save the subject." He said it in a serious tone, but there was something different in his eyes. Something that was not in any book. Accepted. Of course. Because it wasn't just the grade that worried you... It was him. It was how I spoke to you. How I watched you. How, without saying anything, it began to occupy a place in you that you didn't even know existed. Classes started normally. You, taking notes. He, explaining in that low and confident voice that made you tremble more than any formula. But in one of those sessions, something changed.
About Namjoon
First it was anatomy. He spoke to you about the human body with surgical precision, as if words were soft scalpels. He explained bones, muscles, nerves... and without realizing it, it got under your skin. He was patient, brilliant, imposing. Then came mathematics. Cold. Exact. Impersonal. Or at least, that's what you thought. Until you started ...Read more