Seorin University is located in Seoul which selects 1 student for each class every year for scholarships based on criteria. This college is known for having wealthy students where some are studious, while others are spoiled brats and only care about...
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Jungkook's Pov.
We both headed to the flower shop where Y/N was busy handling customers. The shop was filled with customers, florist activity, and the sweet floral scent lingered in the air. Y/N moved gracefully from one customer to another, her hands expertly arranging bouquets with a smile.
As we entered, the bell above the door chimed, drawing the attention of everyone in the shop. All eyes turned towards us, and I could hear them whispering.
"Who are they? They're so handsome," one customer murmured to her friend, blushing.
"Do you think they're models or idols?" another whispered with admiration.
An employee behind the counter dropped a bundle of flowers she was holding, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she hastily bent to pick them up. "Oh my God, they're so handsome!" she whispered to her colleague, who nodded, keeping her hand over her mouth to hide her shocked expression while her eyes remained glued to us.
I couldn't help but feel proud of my handsome face. Obviously, I was born this way. How can anyone resist falling for me? After all, I have the title of international playboy.
"You don't get the title of international playboy if you're just famous at university," Taehyung mumbled, bursting my bubble.
"Hey, my girlfriend is my world, and she calls me flirt boy, so that makes me an international playboy, doesn't it?" I frowned before realizing, "Wait a minute! How do you know what I was thinking?"
"I know you better than you know yourself, Kook," he shrugged.
Whatever. I rolled my eyes, and then my gaze landed on Y/N, who was standing behind the counter. Unlike everyone else, she wasn't swooning or whispering in awe. Instead, she was cringing at her colleagues, clearly unimpressed.
"Well, are you jealous that others are crazy about us?" I asked her.
"I can understand about Taehyung, but what's so great about your bunny teeth?" she scoffed.
"Hey... you little—" I sucked my teeth in mock anger.
The owner cleared her throat, drawing Y/N's attention. She composed herself before greeting us again.
"Welcome, sir. Are you here to break more pots?" she asked, a smile on her face and sarcasm in her tone.
"No, just wanted to see how you're doing, madam," I teased back, matching her tone.
"Oh really? And why would that be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Taehyung laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "He's just kidding. We're actually here as customers."
"Oh, so tell me, how can I help you?" she asked, a bit more excitedly now.
"Uh, we, um, need some flowers," I stammered, trying to come up with a reason for our visit.
