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...
The alarm blared, shattering the quiet of his room and pulling him from the depths of sleep. He groaned, the loud, insistent beeping a harsh reminder that the new day had begun, whether he was ready or not. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock, the numbers glowing back at him another early morning. With a reluctant sigh, he knew there was no escaping it; he had to get up and face the day. Uni awaited, with its lectures, assignments, and relentless pace that never seemed to slow down. Pushing back the covers, he steeled himself for the day ahead, already feeling the weight of responsibilities pressing down on him.
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He didn't like going to university; in fact, he dreaded it. With its bustling crowds and lively chatter, the campus only reminded him of how alone he felt. He had no friends, no one to talk to, and the isolation weighed heavily on him. It wasn't that he hadn't tried—he just didn't seem to fit in. People avoided him, whispering behind his back, and he knew why. To them, he was just the "total life," the guy who was always at the top of his class, always present, always focused. But beneath the surface, he was far from content.
He hated his course, every lecture, every assignment felt like a burden, yet he had nothing else to turn to. It was all he knew, the only thing keeping him occupied, even if it left him feeling hollow inside. So he pushed on, day after day, keeping up the facade, excelling where it mattered but feeling increasingly disconnected from the world around him. University wasn't just a place he didn't belong it was a reminder of everything he felt he lacked.
He dragged his feet to the college gates, every step heavier than the last. The closer he got, the more the familiar sense of dread settled in his chest. The towering gates loomed ahead, marking the entrance to a place that felt more like a prison than a place of learning. Each morning was the same a reluctant journey to a destination he couldn't escape, no matter how much he wished he could.
He reached his classroom and took his usual seat in the first row, a small act of defiance against the disconnection he felt. With a practiced routine, he slid on his glasses and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, creating a shield against the world around him. He plugged in his earpods, the soft hum of music providing a much-needed escape from the noise of the classroom and the uneasy glances of his peers. The music became his refuge, a way to drown out the rest of the world as he prepared for another monotonous lecture.
He was waiting for the teacher to arrive when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Startled, he yanked out his earpods and turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. Standing before him was a figure who seemed almost out of place in the drab classroom. The boy had a striking presence—his hair styled with a casual, effortless flair, and his eyes, a warm, deep brown, held an inviting gleam. He had the kind of smile that could light up a room, and his aura exuded a blend of confidence and approachability that was hard to ignore. He was the very picture of youthful charisma, with a presence that seemed to make time stand still.
"Hey," the boy said, his voice smooth and friendly. "I'm Kim Yu-gyeom."
Kim Yu-gyeom was strikingly handsome, with a face that seemed to have been sculpted by a master artist. His features were sharp but not harsh, and his smile was both genuine and disarming. He had an effortless charm that made him seem like someone who belonged in the spotlight. His style was impeccable, with a casually chic outfit that somehow looked both trendy and laid-back.
