𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 / BTS (OT7) x Reader

PENDULUMS ARC

College life isn't as exciting and excessive as those music videos online. That makes me wonder again, what am I doing here?

Almost as a slap to the face, the voice of an old man repeats the goal I'm chasing right now.

"Learn their modus operandi. Make the most allies you can. Give your father a good reputation. Sabotage their system and then disappear."

I sigh out my disappointment and press my notebook harder to my chest. Isn't today supposed to be my 16th birthday or something? What's a teen doing on the university lines?

As I walk towards my next class inside the Police Academy, I see the silhouette of the boy who attends classes with me.

- Kogami!

I dare to shout at the end of the stairs, and he stops his way up, turning his head the slightest just to meet my gaze. When he recognizes me, he turns his head back to the front. I run upstairs to catch up.

- Good morning. - I greet him with a small smile. He doesn't like effusive expressions when communicating.

- Morning, Y/L. - He started to walk again. - You have your part of the report for tomorrow, right? - He asked about the homework we worked together on.

- I do. I'll give it to you after class so you can finish it up.
- Great, thanks. - He doesn't look at me while we walk towards our classroom on the second floor, but it gives me time to analyze his profile.

His black hair is longer than the average length of the other men studying here. His hair is straight, but it surely frames his strong features perfectly. His slanted eyes are a slight shade of dark blue, giving him a kind of superiority aura that fits perfectly with his sharp jaw and his serious personality.

He is as tall as my friend Haruchiyo but not as thin as him, I've accompanied him a couple of times to the campus gym, and he's surely strong. Most of the time, he wears that formal black pants and a white dressing shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a loose tie around his neck that I, sometimes, give myself the freedom to, fix tighter around his neck; when he's not wearing that, he uses black or gray sweatpants and sporty shirts tight to his upper body, making all the girls that study with us (and even the ones in lower or higher grades) to look twice in his direction.

He is the most talked about in the student community, not only because of his looks but because he is the second best student among all of the college.

But don't be mistaken by the previous description. He is actually very hermit and only speaks the necessary when it is strictly needed.

We became friends at the end of our first year here when our psychology professor chose specific pairs to work together in a special analysis of ourselves that someone else gotta read. The professor's argument was that our analysis was so similar that we should discuss it together.
They were similar indeed, even if we came from different pasts.

While I wrote my Japanese mom died when I was born and how my father, the important Korean bureaucratic, wanted me to be the one serving "my people" and how I feel like chasing the ghost of success; he wrote how his Japanese father died in the hands of someone he didn't know, and his Korean mother wanted him to be useful and chase after the killer to not be a burden to the Kogami family.

We ended up exchanging numbers after that deep talk during class, and from that day on, the mysterious Japanese guy befriended the "daughter of nepotism", or that's what my classmates called me, the number one student, behind my back.

I don't blame them, though. If you saw my life from the outside: good-looking, expensive phone and two or three years younger than the rest because I'm "super intelligent kid", you'd be jealous. If you knew the surface like Kogami Shinya did, you'd see how of a shitty life I had.