LOVE TURNED INTO HATE//Taekook ]vkook/ Taekookie

PART 36

It's monday morning, the sun clear over Columbia University, casting a warm glow over the bustling campus. Students hurried to and fro, chatting with friends, sipping coffee, and lugging backpacks stuffed with textbooks and laptops. The air was alive with the hum of conversation, the rustle of leaves, and the distant chime of the campus clock tower.

As the morning rush reached its peak, a young man with a bright smile and a spring in his step walked through the university gates, ready to take on the day. "Welcome to Columbia University!" a staff member called out, greeting him with a warm smile.

The staff member, a bespectacled man with a kind face, approached the young man and cleared his throat. "Let me share something with you, young man," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He pulled out a small plaque and began to read:

"Columbia University: this university is for rich people, poor not coming, unless you're lucky enough to get a scholarship. But despite its reputation for exclusivity, Columbia is undeniably one of the world's most prestigious institutions, renowned for its academic excellence, innovative research, and distinguished faculty. Its picturesque campus, nestled in the heart of New York City, is a hub of intellectual curiosity and creativity, attracting brilliant minds from all corners of the globe."

The young man sigh heavily, and joined the registration line, weaving past students chatting and laughing with each other. As he waited, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. He had never been to a university like Columbia before.

The students in front of him began to register, each one stepping up to the table, exchanging a few words with the registrar, and then moving on. As the line inched forward, the young man found himself growing more anxious, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was his turn.

"Hello," the young man said with a smile, approaching the registration desk.

The registrar looked up, returning his smile. "Hello! Welcome to Columbia University. What's your name?"

"My name is Jeon Jungkook, from South Korea," the young man replied.

The registrar's eyes widened slightly as she checked her records. "Ah, yes! Are you the Jeon Jungkook who received a full scholarship to play football for the Columbia Lions?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Yes, that's me mom," Jungkook replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

The registrar smiled warmly. "Congratulations, Mr. Jungkook! We're thrilled to have you join our community. I'll just need to finalize a few details, and then you'll be all set."

After a few minutes of paperwork and orientation, the registrar smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, Mr. Jungkook, that's everything taken care of. Now, let me just call my assistant to show you to your hostel."

She picked up the phone and dialed a number, speaking briefly to someone on the other end. "Okay, he'll be right here," she said, hanging up the phone.

A friendly-looking young woman with a warm smile appeared at the registrar's side. "Hi, I'm Emily," she said, extending a hand to Jungkook. "I'll be showing you to your hostel. Welcome to Columbia!"

As Emily led Jungkook away from the registration desk, the registrar turned her attention to the next student in line. "Name, please?" she asked, smiling at the young woman who had just stepped forward.

The young woman smiled back and replied, "My name is Sophia Peter."

Behind Sophia, a restless student shifted his weight, checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "Come on, come on," he muttered under his breath, clearly growing impatient with the wait.