the girl is 'mine' [ taekook ff ]

IT BEGINS

please turn this on for a music experience.

AT YONSEI UNIVERSITY

The crisp autumn air swirled with fallen leaves as Yn Lee stepped onto the bustling campus of Yonsei University. Her heart thumped a nervous rhythm against her ribs, a stark contrast to the calm facade she presented to the world.

 She adjusted the strap of her backpack, her eyes taking in the vibrant scene – students chatting animatedly, couples holding hands, and groups huddled together, their faces lit by the glow of their phones.

Yn, with her long, raven hair cascading down her back and eyes that sparkled like polished jade, was a vision of grace and elegance.

 But even as she walked towards the imposing entrance of the main building, her head held high, a blush crept up her neck, betraying her inner nervousness.

It was no secret that she was the daughter of the Lee couple, the most celebrated actors in Korean cinema. 

Their fame was legendary, their faces plastered on billboards and magazine covers.

 And while Yun had grown accustomed to the paparazzi flashbulbs and the whispers that followed her wherever she went, the attention on this first day at Yonsei was different.

It felt more personal, more intense. As she approached the building, a hush fell over the crowd. Heads turned, whispers turning to murmurs, then eventually, to outright stares.

 Some were filled with admiration, others with envy, but all were captivated by her beauty.

Yn felt her breath catch in her throat. The weight of her parents' legacy, the expectation to live up to their image, was pressing down on her.

 A part of her longed to blend in, to be just another student, lost in the sea of faces. But another part, a stronger part, held her head high.

 She wouldn't let the whispers define her. She would carve her own path.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the heavy double doors, stepping into the bustling heart of Yonsei University. She was ready to begin her journey, ready to write her own story.

btw this is what yn wore

makeup:

The bell clanged, signaling the start of another day at Yonsei High. Y/N, a girl with a gentle disposition and a smile that could melt glaciers, shuffled into her homeroom. 

Mr. Han, their ever-patient teacher, was handing out schedules, his eyes twinkling as he chatted with a girl with impossibly long, black hair. 

This was Lee Ji-hye, the daughter of the famous Lee couple, and the entire school seemed to revolve around her.

"Here you go, Y/N," Mr. Han said, his voice warm. Y/N accepted her schedule, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, the sound echoing through the classroom. Jungkook, the infamous bad boy with a smirk that could make angels swoon, sauntered in, his dark hair a messy halo around his face.

"Late again, Jeon Jungkook," Mr. Han reprimanded, but there was no edge to his voice, just a sense of tired resignation.

Jungkook only gave a nonchalant shrug, his eyes scanning the room.

Y/N, caught in his gaze, felt a strange warmth spread through her, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of annoyance.

 His beauty was undeniable, but his air of indifference was a turn-off.

What surprised her most, however, was that Jungkook hadn't even acknowledged her existence. No boy had ever dared ignore her before.

"Y/N," Mr. Han said, gesturing towards jk "Jungkook Can you show you around."

Y/N hesitated, feeling a wave of apprehension. Jungkook, however, was already walking out the door, his gaze fixed on the hallway. He didn't even bother to look back.

"He's already gone, Mr. Han," Y/N said, feeling a pang of disappointment.

"Oh, right," Mr. Han chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Just like always, that one."

Y/N sighed, feeling lost and confused. She had no idea how to navigate this new school, and now Jungkook, the only one who could have helped, had disappeared.

 She was surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, her heart sinking with a growing sense of isolation. She was alone, and Jungkook, her unexpected guide, was nowhere to be found.

NAH JK BOYYY BEINN MAHHH TYPE WE FEEL YOU YN

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT OMO I HAVE NO CLUE EITHER.