Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

2.8

Flashback;

It was a crisp morning in Moscow, the air filled with the energetic hum of students bustling to their classes. The university grounds were alive with the vibrancy of youth. Groups of friends lounged on the manicured lawns, laughing and chatting, their voices a symphony of different languages and accents. The sun bathed the campus in a warm glow, casting long shadows from the towering buildings that framed the scene.

Y/N stood at the entrance, taking it all in. It was her first day at the new university, having transferred in the middle of the semester. Her grandmother lived in St. Petersburg, but Y/N had chosen Moscow for its prestigious universities. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to step into this new chapter of her life.

She walked with measured steps through the throng of students, her eyes darting around, taking in every detail. Her gaze was steady but cautious, reflecting her reserved nature. She wasn't one to initiate conversations easily; she found solace in her own company and the silent observations of her surroundings.

As she moved, she noticed the curious glances directed her way. Students paused in their conversations to steal looks at her, their eyes lingering on her unique beauty. Y/N, with her delicate Korean features set against the backdrop of her new environment, stood out in the crowd. Her long, dark hair framed her face, her eyes sharp yet soft, reflecting the morning light. She was dressed simply, yet elegantly, in a way that spoke of confidence and understated grace.

The attention wasn't new to her. She had grown accustomed to the admiring glances and whispers that followed her wherever she went. She had learned to accept it with quiet grace, neither welcoming nor shunning it. Today was no different. She let the stares wash over her, her focus remaining on finding her way to her first class.

Y/N's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves. The sprawling campus was both intimidating and exhilarating. She clutched her bag a little tighter, drawing strength from the familiar weight of her books. She had always found comfort in her studies, a constant in the midst of change.

Suddenly, Y/N's gaze was drawn to a boy sitting alone beneath a large oak tree. His eyes were closed, his head and back supported by the sturdy trunk, and he seemed lost in his own world, earphones plugged in. One hand held his phone casually, the other rested on his knee.

As she approached closer, her eyes widened in recognition. His features were unmistakably Korean, a familiarity gripping her heart. She stopped a few steps away, staring at his face.

His hair was striking, a soft shade of silvery blonde that contrasted beautifully with his flawless skin. Even in his relaxed state, his features were sharp and well-defined. His nose was straight and elegant, his jawline strong and perfectly chiseled. His lips, slightly parted as he breathed in the calmness of the morning, were full and inviting.

His skin was flawless, smooth and radiant, with a slight golden undertone that caught the sunlight filtering through the leaves. There was an effortless beauty about him, a serene grace that made him seem almost ethereal. His eyelashes were long and dark, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks, and even though his eyes were closed, Y/N could imagine the intensity they might hold when open.

A sense of familiarity and connection washed over her. In this foreign land, the sight of someone who shared her heritage brought a strange comfort. She found herself drawn to him, not just because of his striking appearance, but because of the silent bond of shared origins. For a moment, she stood there, simply observing him, feeling a mix of curiosity and a faint hope of friendship.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a book lying beside him along with a sketchbook. Her eyes widened in surprise and enthusiasm as she realized it was "The Art of Inspiration" by the famous writer Min Hye-jin, known for her captivating writings about art and muses. Y/N had been eager to buy that book, but it had been out of stock everywhere.