❝ 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐤𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚.
𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ❞ (☁️)
He mocked her, and she slapped him. Now, all he wants is revenge. But during the process, h...
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( Author kim - the dialogues which will be 'tilted' will represent that it's is said in English language, and rest for Korean or native language )
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Bangtan High University, S.K.
Author Kim’s POV:
A new student stepped forward, her face lit with a pretty smile.
“Hello. Myself Park Rosé. Hope we can be friends,” she said sweetly, sending the boys into a frenzy. They whooped and cheered until three others glared at them, silencing their enthusiasm immediately.
“ Myself Jeon Jungkook. Stay away from me, my hyungs, and Rosé,” Jungkook warned, his voice cold and authoritative.
“Kim Taehyung. Same as Jungkook,” he added in an equally icy tone, but there was something dangerously attractive about the way he said it.
“Park Jimin,” he introduced himself briefly, his voice carrying the same chilly edge.
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The girls in the room broke into squeals, admiring the trio with unabashed excitement. Surprisingly, even Mrs. Yoon, their teacher, seemed impressed by the handsome boys—not for their academic potential but for their looks. The noise was so loud it probably disturbed the other classes.
“Class! Silence!” Mrs. Yoon shouted, scanning the room with a firm look. “I am Mrs. Yoon, your history teacher and class teacher. I expect you all to behave and make Section 3D the best. Now, Rosé, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, find yourselves seats. If there’s an issue, ask your classmates for help. Pay attention to the lecture, take notes, and behave!”
With an eye roll, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook looked for seats, clearly unfazed by Mrs. Yoon’s attempts to control the class.
Jimin' pov :- We introduced ourselves, and I noticed how the boys gawked at my sister, Rosé, with wide-eyed stares and mouths agape. I glared at them. They quickly looked away. Scary pussy cats!
The girls, meanwhile, were screaming and fangirling over us. And that Mrs. Yoon—wasn’t she supposed to be married? Why was she staring at us like that? And what’s with her outfit? It was... revealing. Ugh. She looked like a sult (I mean, let’s be honest here).
