1. Onionhaseyo College

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*skip to 2:18 to watch Riku beat her bullies- uwu 🥺😩👉👈*

"Ugh! Oh no, I'm late!" I announce to the world, rushing through the doors of my new University - well, I never really had an old one (hehe) but, you know what I mean! I rush to the reception desk, tucking my hair behind my ear, showcasing my messy bun and makeup-less face - because I'm not like other girls, of course, as you can already imagine.

"Hi, I'm Lee Y/N and I'm new. Can I pwease have the keys to my dorm?" I stammer nervously, because #socialanxiety. Her plain orbs meet mine, somehow uninterested; how could she possibly be uninterested in me? Oh, that's right... I'm ugly, ugh!

"Umm, sure! Your Lee Y/N, right? Your dorm number is 13 - your roommate has already arrived." She drowls, typing at her keyboard and pulling a pair of keys out her register with her preppy nails - honestly, why do these girls try so hard?????? She hands them to me and I take them, sleeves pulled nervously over my hands.

Huh... they've already arrived... I sure do hope it's a girly pop, uwu. Hopefully she's not too much drama though, I don't want to get all involved in that girly stuff... I think toxic-productly (Jiafei core). I turn sideways, bringing my arms above my head, moving past students like a skinny queen as I suck in my stomach. 

Rushing to the lift before the doors close, suitcase in hand, I squeeze through aesthetically, and wait

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Rushing to the lift before the doors close, suitcase in hand, I squeeze through aesthetically, and wait.

*Transports to dorm 13* I'm approaching the door, key in hand, when I realised it's unlocked. Huh... guess that means I just just invite myself in! I don't need to knock, I don't have social skills. I open the door and make my way through.

The first thing that hits me is a peach scented cologne, deep and tangible up my petite nostrils - it's still too strong though! Ugh- these girls and their perfume... why can't they just be naturally scented like me? I then take in my surroundings. Two beds separated by only air sit untouched - well, one of them sits untouched. The others sheets is littered with clothes - but they kinda look like a guys clothing... yay! Guess she's not like other girls too!

Then I register the noise... Is it... running water? I mentally shrug it off (because I'm incapable of acting on my thoughts) and walk over to the untouched bed, dropping my suitcase by the frame.

But then, as I look up, I gasp, seeing a man with a towel wrapped around his waist appearing out of a door leading out of the suggested bathroom, a choking fog following him. I stand there, my blue eyes wide open (TWICE core), oh 'em gee, he's kinda hot, hehe!

Beads of water drip from the tips of his pale blue hair, cascading down his 12-pack abs, and then absorbing into the towel. My eyes dart over to the elaborate tattoos scattered across his arms, chest, torso, pelvis - kind of everywhere, actually, hehe. The glinting of piercings also catches my blue orbs.

He must have just gotten out of the shower.

I can't help but stare before I realise that I'm staring, then come back to my senses, and let out an uwu scream, "Oh my gosh! W-what're you doing here?" The whole time he watches in mild shock, a cold expression of disinterest on his cold features.

"Yeah, this is my dorm." He growls, in a deep, raspy voice that rolls off his tongue with ease.

"Wait, what? I- I thought," I stammer, looking down at his bare, sexy grippers, "I thought I'd only share my dorm with a girl!" He seems a lot older than me, like maybe he was... a late enrolee? B-but... he also seems strangely familiar, in my petite little dementia brain.

"Well, there was no more room left for me where I was supposed to be." He states darkly, turning away to get his clothes.

I'm about to ask him if he could be my oppar, when a siren rings through my sensitive ears, and an announcement continues to sound over the PA, "All students and teachers please adhere to your timetables; the first class will begin in five minutes."

I start internally having a meltdown; why couldn't they mention me by name? Aren't I special enough? I grab my books, but pause and then turn back back around abruptly.

"By the way, I'm Lee Y/N. What's your name?" I ask, nervously biting my lower lip.

He doesn't turn around, doesn't make any effort to acknowledge me, "It's Park Jimin." He mutters coldly.

I then walk through the door heading to my first lesson, marking the beginning of my University life at Onionhaseyo College!

Leaving that emo behind *pretends to dislike uwuly*.


Author Note: Yay you survived 😃🔫 vote if you don't want Namjoon to shave your eyebrows off 👍

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