"If you're the Goddess of Hope, then I'm the God of I Don't Give A Fuck."
Park Aera is no stranger to making mistakes. She has a tendency to botch everything. Friendships, boyfriends, that one lab project. None of the consequences were too severe. T...
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CHAPTER 1: COLLEGE LIFE
Graduating high school was supposed to be a turning point.
The only other thing I had been more excited about was sharing an apartment with my twin brother. I didn't have to spend a whole semester living with some stranger or change my habits to be less bothersome.
Living with Park Jimin was going to be great!
We were going to get wasted every other weekend, play video games long into the night that we'd sleep through our first class Monday morning, and enjoy all the other liberties college life had to offer.
The first week had been heaven. The second week even better. By the third week, my brother had found himself a girlfriend, and everything ceased as quick as it had begun.
There were no more parties, no more getting drunk, no more waking up with a hangover to remind me of the good times we had the previous night. That was all gone now.
Ever since Kang Eunhye came into Jimin's life, she had turned him and I from partygoers to responsible students. Just like that, my plans had been replaced with neverending study sessions. Partying turned into nightly visits to the library, and our apartment was now only reserved for sleeping. There was no breaking the rules with Eunhye around. She made that abundanly clear the first, and unfortunately the last, time I had a "sleepover".
She had nudged herself into all aspects of my life, even though she was dating Jimin. I couldn't remember the last time I hung out with my brother alone. Eunhye was the kind of girlfriend that clung to Jimin's every move, inviting herself to wherever we went. Every minute of my day, even if it was just for a second of it, she was always there.
We would be at Target canvassing the video games, and she'd pull Jimin away to look at board games. I would be standing there, pointing at the newest version of Just Dance, and turn to tell Jimin only to find myself talking to air.
Or, we would be at the university's cafeteria eating lunch, and somehow, I was forced to make room for Eunhye and her friends. She only had three friends, but still, the seat she took in front of Jimin used to be mine. I had to eat with no one in front of me and constantly be left out of the conversation. Not that I wanted to be included anyway.
But my favorite, please note the sarcasm, had to be returning to the apartment after a long school day in hopes of taking a nap. I'd drop my backpack at the foot of my desk and plop onto my bed. Instead of being met with a plush comforter, there would be a pile of unfolded clothes underneath me and a sticky note pressed against my cheek.
It happened so often, I never bothered to read what was on it anymore, but it didn't make me less annoyed at the fact that Jimin's dirty underwear and socks were thrown onto my bed. The jeans and shirts I could handle. They didn't have any questionable smells or stains.
What bothered me the most was that the only reason Jimin's laundry was even on my bed was because Eunhye dragged him off to who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what. On wash day no less, which only happened once a week. They could go out on any other day, yet she always took him when I needed him the most.
