Yoongi watched Jungkook's reaction carefully, and that's when it clicked for him-the way Jungkook had undone his hair earlier, the same way Jane had worn it that night. It had been bugging him for a while, but now Yoongi was sure.
"Is it you?" Yoong...
He woke up, the weight of exhaustion still heavy on his bones, as if sleep had only grazed him, leaving him more drained than before.
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The sunlight filtering through the blinds felt almost offensive, too bright, too cheerful for how he felt inside. Every muscle in his body protested as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a sigh escaping his lips. The thought of facing the day, of dragging himself to university, felt like a monumental task. Yet, despite the heaviness pressing down on him, a small spark of hope flickered in the back of his mind. Today could be different; today could be better. He clung to that fragile optimism, letting it pull him up from the bed and push him into the morning routine.
The weariness might still linger, but somewhere deep down, he believed maybe today would turn out alright after all.
He quickly changed into his clothes, the routine so familiar it barely required thought. Standing in front of the mirror, he carefully applied enough concealer to cover the tattoos on his arms, watching as the bold lines faded beneath the makeup. It was something he did every day just part of getting ready for university. Satisfied with the result, he grabbed his bag and turned to his small dog, giving it a quick, affectionate pat. The little tail wag was a nice touch of comfort before he headed out. Stepping outside, he straddled his motorcycle, the engine's hum instantly lifting his mood a notch.
With one last glance back at his loyal companion, he revved the engine and took off, feeling a bit more prepared to face the day ahead.
Ah, yes, because obviously, when I said today would be a good day, the universe took that as a challenge. I must have jinxed it, right?
Everything was going to go smoothly until it didn't. Of course, the moment I dared to be optimistic, life decided to throw the absolute worst scenario at me. How delightfully predictable.
I was already late for the lecture, and the thought of the front row being taken had me speeding through the corridor like my life depended on it. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline mixing with the annoyance of realizing I'd forgotten my glasses. Everything was a blur of indistinct shapes and colors, making my dash even more chaotic. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going, just focused on getting to the lecture hall as fast as possible.
Then, without warning, I collided with something-no, someone. It was like hitting a brick wall.
My shoulder slammed into a rock-solid chest, and the force of it sent a sharp pain shooting through my body. I gasped, stumbling back as my bag slipped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a thud. For a moment, everything went still, the world narrowing down to the ache spreading through my body and the mortifying realization that I'd just crashed into another person.
As I looked up, ready to apologize, I froze. Taehyung. Of all people, it had to be him. His expression was a mix of irritation and disdain, eyes narrowing as he glanced down at me, his lips pressed into a thin line. The sharpness of his gaze felt like a physical blow, making me shrink back as I quickly scrambled to my feet.
