Nina Sam has lived a confined life, locked away with her sisters since she was five-shunned by her father, a ruthless male chauvinist who couldn't stand having a daughter under his roof.
Now, she's stepping into a new chapter at a prestigious girls'...
This chapter is dedicated to all those who started college this year. It must have been hard for some of you guys. But hey, never give up and just keep doing your very best🌟
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"Did you go through my suitcase?" she asked, voice dangerously calm — the kind of calm that came right before the storm. Rage throbbed through her veins like lava on the brink of eruption. Jeon Jungkook might've always been a Class-A douchecanoe, but even he wouldn't sink so low. Right?
Wrong.
"Uhm, duh..." he drawled, tone soaked in arrogance and sin, like he'd just won the damn lottery of pissing her off. His smug grin was practically a slap to her soul.
Her eye twitched. She had trusted that — however idiotic — he wouldn't cross that line. But apparently, Jeon "Mega Douchecanoe" Jungkook didn't just cross lines. He took a goddamn flamethrower to them.
"JEON FREAKING JUNGKOOK, HOW COULD YOU GO THROUGH MY STUFF?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the corridor like a war cry. The poor souls around them winced, clutching their ears as if the walls themselves were about to collapse.
Jungkook didn't even flinch. In fact, that smirk of his only grew wider as he casually strolled back to their shared room like he hadn't just committed social homicide.
Nina, practically foaming at the mouth, followed behind — her fists clenched like weapons of mass destruction. The moment she stepped inside, she didn't even hesitate. Her eyes locked onto the ceramic vase perched innocently on the bedside table.
It was no longer just decoration.
She grasped it with both hands, fully prepared to redecorate Jungkook's face.
Jungkook stood at the far end of the bed, arms folded, exuding zero remorse. Nina, planted on the opposite side, was vibrating with fury, her hands twitching at her sides like she didn't trust them to stay still.
"Why did you do it?" she asked, voice tight, swallowing down the tornado brewing in her chest.
He shrugged. "Aren't I supposed to pick your outfit?"
"You could've waited," she snapped, eyes narrowing. "Let me show you what I packed, you impatient son of—of—your mother."
Jungkook cocked a brow. "That's... usually how it works, yeah."
Without thinking, Nina stormed around the bed and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward. He stumbled — but not quite how she imagined — landing on the mattress with a laugh as his face mashed into the pillow.
She eyed the vase. Pure, white ceramic. Heavy. Deadly.
"Don't you dare," he warned without even looking, his voice muffled.
