It's hard being a hybrid at a university that looks down on its not-quite human students, but in exchange for the superior education at the prestigious school, he's willing to endure the hardships of being treated as a lesser person. At least he has it easier than his friends, who have gone through disaster after disaster in their campus home, affectionately called Hybrid Hall, thanks to the people they've unfortunately had to share a dorm with. But after an unusually lucky year of being solitary, third year aeronautics major Jeon Jungkook finally gets a roommate. And he can't stand her. |Mature themes| Sexual content Drug use Attempted suicide Self-harm

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years. (First few chaps have fetus writing.)

"I can't fucking breathe without you, Faye. You mean everything to me." Why does this sound better than I love you? It took me this long to realize that he was serious. Now that I look at him, I understand. The never-ending saga between us and the hardest pill to swallow. Something as rare as gold dust.