Only one? [male Chaeyoung x TWICE]

(1) Brat

The rumble of an old bus engine vibrated through Chaeyoung's seat as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the university coming into view. His best friend, Tzuyu, sat across the aisle, her earbuds in and her sketchpad balanced on her lap. 

She was too engrossed in doodling something to notice Chaeyoung's grin.

 "Yo, Tzuyu," Chaeyoung said, nudging her sneaker with his. "You seeing this? It's like stepping into a movie.

" Tzuyu pulled out one earbud and glanced out the window, unimpressed. "Fancy buildings and overprivileged kids. Just try not to trip over anyone's designer shoes, okay?" Chaeyoung laughed.

 "Not a chance. I've been dreaming about this place for years. This isn't just a school; it's my chance." And Chaeyoung wasn't one to blend into the background. 

He might have come from a small town, raised by a single parent who barely scraped by, but he'd already learned how to stand out. Full scholarship? Check. Top scores? Of course. A knack for turning strangers into allies? He had that down to an art.

"Next stop, K.M. University," the driver called out. Chaeyoung slung his worn-out backpack over one shoulder and stood, holding onto the rail as the bus lurched to a stop. Behind him, his other friend, Nayson, stretched and groaned. 

Nayeon was the kind of girl who could talk her way into—or out of—anything, which made her an excellent roommate and an even better wingwoman.

"Let's go," Chaeyoung said, motioning to his friends as he stepped off the bus. The crisp autumn air hit him, and for a moment, he just stood there, taking it all in. Students milled around, some rolling suitcases, others chatting in groups.

The campus stretched out like a postcard-perfect dream, all ivy-covered buildings and meticulously manicured lawns. "Alright, Son," Tzuyu said, joining him with a smirk. 

"Didn't think I'd be saying this. But what's the game plan?" Chaeyoung adjusted his backpack and smoothed his thrifted-but-ironically-cool jacket. "Simple: dominate. Study hard and well, ace the classes, and make every opportunity count. We're not just here to survive, guys. We're here to kill it."

 "Spoken like a man on a mission," Nayeon said, clapping him on the back. 

"But let's be careful not to get on the spoiled kid's bad side." With a grin, Chaeyoung led the way onto campus, confidence radiating off him. He knew K.M. would challenge him, but he wasn't here to shrink. He was here to show the world exactly what a broke kid with a sharp mind and great friends could do.

Chaeyoung was chatting and walking while facing both his friends when he bumped into someone on accident.

"Sorry! I didn't mean—" Chaeyoung was cut with an overly rude reply.

Chaeyoung was walking across the campus with his friends, his eyes scanning the scene. The place was buzzing with life, students hauling boxes, laughing with new friends, and snapping pictures in front of the iconic K.M. fountain. Tzuyu and Nayeon trailed behind him, already debating which campus café would have the best coffee.

"What's your move?" Nayeon asked, gesturing to the towering student union building ahead. "Classes? Free food?"

"I don't really know. Maybe checking out the cool stores?" Chaeyoung replied, shooting her a grin. "Oh! Didn't you say you needed pads?" Chaeyoung casually says, gathering a few looks from students who overheard him. 

"WHAT?" Nayeon replied. "Didn't you need—" Chaeyoung was cut by Nayeon, covering her mouth with both her hands in a swoop. "NOTE PADS. NOTE PADS DUMBASS." Nayeon corrects Chaeyoung's stupidity.

*bump*

The collision was sudden and jarring. Gladly, Nayeon has already let go of covering Chaeyoung's mouth.

Chaeyoung, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky, sending him stumbling back a step. His shoulder had slammed onto the floor with enough force to make him groan; Chaeyoung's backpack slipped off his shoulder, its contents spilled over the campus floor.

"Watch where you're going," a sharp voice snapped.

Chaeyoung looked up and found himself face-to-face with a girl whose designer outfit probably cost more than his family's monthly rent. Her dark black hair was styled in effortless waves, and her menacing eyes were narrowed at him like he'd just committed a crime. 

Behind her, what seemed like two girls, her "goons," arms crossed like they were auditioning for a bodyguard role.

"Sorry," Chaeyoung said evenly, bending to pick up his bag. "Didn't see you there." He looked kind. Apologizing politely. But deep down he despises people like the girl. Spoiled, selfish, not knowing what it's like getting a generous slap on the face feels like. Total brats indeed.

"Clearly," she said, brushing nonexistent dust off her jacket. Her tone dripped with condescension, as though the idea of someone not seeing her was unthinkable. Because to her, not seeing or not even knowing the existence of THE Myoui Mina was impossible.

"Whoa, my bad!" Nayeon interjected, stepping beside Chaeyoung with a grin that was anything but apologetic. "Didn't realize we'd entered the royal court."

Tzuyu snorted. "Careful, Chaeng. She might have us expelled." Tzuyu had an idea of why this girl was acting so bratty and impolite. It only meant that she was rich.

The girl shot them a withering glare. "Do you KNOW who I am?"

Chaeyoung slung his bag over his shoulder and straightened, meeting her gaze without flinching. "Not a clue," he said, his tone calm but pointed. "Should I?"

Her lips twitched into a cold smile. "Myoui Sharon Mina. My family donated the auditorium here at K.M. You'll probably be studying on it. if you can keep up." She cockily says.

"Ah," Chaeyoung said, nodding with mock seriousness. "I'll be sure to send a thank-you note." He snickers with confidence.

One of her goons stepped forward, but Mina held up a manicured hand, stopping him. "Careful," she said, her voice low and cutting. "I'd hate for you to get off on the wrong foot here."

"Thanks for the advice," Chaeyoung said, his voice light but his eyes steady. "I'll take my chances."

Mina gave him a long, appraising look, as if deciding whether he was worth the effort. Finally, she turned on her heel, her goons following without a word. "Enjoy your time here. while it lasts," she called over her shoulder.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Tzuyu let out a laugh. "Did we just meet the villain of the semester?"

"Pretty sure we did," Chaeyoung replied, smirking. "And I can't wait to see what happens next." 

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