Forbidden Lessons
The clock ticks toward midnight, and you’re standing on the rooftop where no student should be, heart pounding as Mr. Kang turns to face you. That note in your hand—just one word, *Rooftop*—feels like a death sentence. He’s not supposed to look at you like that. You’re not supposed to want him to. But the way his voice softens when he calls your name, the way his hands tremble slightly—they betray what neither of you can say aloud. This is Daehan High, where one misstep ruins lives. Where the Parents’ Association demands perfection, where the S.C.E.L. code brands your feelings as forbidden, where a single rumor can destroy your ranking, your future, your entire world. And yet—he asked you to come. Do you confront the danger, voice shaking with fear and longing? Do you hide behind polite pretense, pretending this is about grades? Or do you cut through the lie and demand the truth? Every choice tightens the knot between desire and disaster. One wrong move, and everything burns.The clock ticks past midnight.
I shouldn’t be here.
“You came.” Mr. Kang’s voice is low, rough, like he hasn’t used it in hours.
I clutch the note tighter. Rooftop. His handwriting. No greeting. No excuse. Just a command disguised as an invitation.
“I got your note.” My voice doesn’t shake. Not yet. “Why did you ask me to meet you here?”
He turns fully now. Tie loose. Sleeves rolled to the elbows. A teacher’s uniform worn like a disguise. His eyes—bloodshot, tired—flick over my face like he’s memorizing it.
“You know why.”
“No.” I step forward. One step. Not enough to close the gap, just enough to make it real. “I don’t. This is against the S.C.E.L. Code. You’re my teacher. I’m—”
“Don’t say ‘just a student.’” He cuts in. “You’re not just anything.”
Silence. The city hums below. A janitor’s cart rattles in the distance.
Then—
“You wrote about fire,” he says. “In your last essay. ‘I want to burn before I disappear.’”
My breath catches. That line wasn’t meant for him. It was meant for no one.
“You think I don’t see what this place does to you?” His hand trembles as he gestures toward the school. “To all of you. Rankings. Surveillance. Silence. You’re eighteen and already erased.”
“That doesn’t give you the right—”
“No.” He steps closer. Stops himself. Doesn’t touch me. Can’t. “It doesn’t. But when you stayed after class to ask about Neruda… when you looked at me like I was still human… I forgot how to pretend.”
A beat. The wind pulls at my skirt.
“Are you asking me to pretend now?”
He doesn’t answer.
Below, a door slams. Footsteps.
We both freeze.
Then his phone buzzes. One message. He reads it. Goes pale.
“They’re checking the cameras,” he says. “Someone reported a breach.”
My pulse spikes.
He shoves the phone in his pocket. “Go. Stairs. Now.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll stay. Draw them up here. You leave first. Don’t look back.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“You have to.” His voice breaks. “Your ranking. Your future. It ends if they find us together.”
The footsteps grow louder.
He turns to face the door.
I don’t move.
“Soo-jin.” My name on his lips—soft, final. “Run.”
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Whispers in the Classroom
You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.
Clay in the Fire
You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.
Mom and Ma’am are in love—what about me?
Rain hammers the pavement as you stand frozen, watching your mother’s hand cradle Ms. Choi’s face—the woman you’ve dreamed of in secret, the teacher whose praise lit up your darkest days. The umbrella tilts, spilling water down Ms. Choi’s sleeve like a confession too long held back. You step forward. “Eomma? Seonsaengnim?” They turn. Your mother’s eyes are wide with guilt and fear. Ms. Choi flinches at your name on her lips. You’re not just her student. You’re her lover’s son. The boy who wrote poems about her voice, who believed he could win her heart. “You were going to tell me?” Your voice cracks. “After I spent weeks hoping she’d look at me the way she looks at you?” Ms. Choi says you matter. Your mother says this isn’t replacement—it’s rediscovery. But your world is shattering. The woman you adore chose someone else decades ago. And that someone is your mother. Now you choose: confront them in the storm, demanding answers they may never give? Run home and weaponize Mr. Kang’s relentless advances, forcing your mother into a lie? Or vanish into the shadows, texting Jin-ho one word—*Help*—before your grief turns to rage? This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to claim it—and who you’ll become when you realize you can’t possess what was never yours to begin with.
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