Entwined [WinRina]

Chapter 1: Transmigrating Into an ABO Novel

Summary: Yoo Jimin suddenly transmigrates into a yuri novel with an ABO setting.

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It was two minutes away before eight in the morning. The Faculty of Social Sciences building was bustled with students, all buzzing along the hall to their respective classes. Among them was a girl with a blue binder carefully held in her arms, her black hair dancing in the air as she raced to her class, nearly crashing into the other students in the process. Her petite body stood tall amid the crowd; she wore an oversized gray hoodie that drowned her figure and skinny jeans that accentuated the shape of her legs. The girl was doubtlessly breathtaking, with milky skin with distinct and beautiful features that decorated her small face. In spite of the little crease in her eyebrows and the drops of sweat glistening on her forehead, she resembled a model who had just stepped out of a magazine, taking one's breath away if they caught a glimpse of her. However, the girl was blissfully unaware of the stupefied stares she received. Instead, she panted, breathlessly muttering "excuse me" or "sorry" to each random person she passed by, barely paying attention to their reactions.

When she arrived at the door, the class was surprisingly noisy, their normally on-time professor was nowhere in sight.

The girl sighed in relief. She then spotted a familiar friend sitting on the second row and rushed to take the empty chair next to her. Shin Ryujin had been her deskmate since the first day of university. They happened to sit at the same table during orientation and had been hanging out ever since. Ryujin was chill, unbothered, and friendly at the same time – exactly the flavor she looked for in a friend. Today, Ryujin came to class in a denim jacket with a low black shirt underneath, exposing her pale collarbones. Her pink hair was messily gathered into a bun and her eyes were slightly droopy, leaving the iPad with the summary from their previous lesson ignored.

"The professor is unusually late today," she commented, slamming her binder on the table – a careless attempt to wake someone up.

Ryujin was instantly awake. She straightened her posture, eyes frantically searching for any signs of a fussy old man the students had grown to dislike. When Ryujin heard the familiar chuckle, she eventually realized that it was a certain friend's doing. Ryujin side-eyed the perpetrator in annoyance. "Screw you, Yoo Jimin."

Jimin laughed, leaning her body towards Ryujin to groan in her ear: "Please, Shin Ryujin. Ah."

Ryujin cringed, twitching uncomfortably as she pushed the flirty Jimin away. These reactions were precisely what motivated Jimin to keep going. "Look, this is borderline incest. Control yourself," she warned seriously, in time for the vibration coming from Jimin's phone.

Jimin was still giggling when she opened the recent KakaoTalk message she had gotten.

[From: Sehun]

He's been cheating on you with different girls. Come to SM cafe at 7 pm later.

Let me know if you need a hand. I'll make him handicapped.

Jimin smirked, appearing smug by the revelation, the opposite to one was probably supposed to feel. "In the end, some men date for sex, don't they?"

"What?" Ryujin had been puzzled by the random statement, but her eyes widened in shock when Jimin let her read the message. "Is he talking about your boyfriend? How did Sehun even know about this? Didn't you say Kris-oppa is in graduate school?"

Yoo Sehun was Jimin's first cousin from her father's side, a year older, and was a popular Law student in his last year: abnormally tall, utterly handsome, and apparently a talented band member. They went to the same private university, not the best but still part of the most well-known ones in the country. They grew up together and Sehun had been Jimin's private detective since middle school. Anyone who attempted to court Jimin would have to be thoroughly investigated by him. Sehun was clever enough to get information from other people and nobody would realize he was doing it for his own gain. Sometimes, he would spread weird rumors about douches who had the guts to pursue her precious not-so-little sister.