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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

Evie sat alone in the dark room. The picture frame lay shattered on the floor, broken glass scattered everywhere. She was curled up in the corner, crying softly. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered curses under her breath.

"I hate you… I really hate you, Jungkook…" she mumbled again and again.

All she ever did was love him—she trusted him, married him and in return, he destroyed her completely.

Now, she couldn't do anything except sit there, drowning in pain and regret. She kept asking herself why she ever crossed paths with someone like him.

Her mind replayed every memory from the past year. The good moments, the painful ones… everything. Each memory stabbed her heart deeper.

If only she could turn back time. If only she never met him.

If only she stayed away from that devil.

And then… her thoughts took her back to one year ago.

One year ago....

༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

—ONE YEAR AGO—

"Evie, come down, dear! Dinner is ready," her father called from the kitchen.

Evie sighed, glancing around at the mess in her room. Half-open suitcases, scattered boxes, and piles of clothes lay everywhere. Unpacking felt like an endless task, and after hours of trying to organize everything, she was already exhausted.

"I'm coming, Dad!" she called back, stretching her sore muscles.

She had just moved to New York City yesterday, and since then, she and her father had been busy unpacking. No matter how much progress they made, it still felt like there was too much left to do.

Evie lived with her father, David Parker, a hardworking employee at Westbridge Enterprises. Over the years, his job had taken them from one city to another, forcing them to pack up their lives and start over each time. At 21 years old, Evie had already lived in seven different places due to his frequent transfers.

But this time, things were different.

Unlike the small towns and quieter cities they had moved to before, they were now in one of the biggest and busiest cities in the country. And on top of that, her father had been promoted. The idea of living in a place like New York excited her. A fresh start, new opportunities, and a whole new world to explore - it made all the difficulties of moving seem worth it.

Still, unpacking was exhausting. She huffed, kicking aside a few boxes to clear a path for herself.

"I can't do this anymore," she muttered to herself. Her muscles ached from all the lifting and organizing, and she was starving.

The delicious smell of her father's cooking filled the house, and that was all the motivation she needed. With one last glance at the mess in her room, she decided to leave it for later.

Right now, food was the priority.

Evie stepped out of her room and made her way to the dining table, where her father was already setting down the dishes.

She smiled as she watched him bring out the food - warm, homemade, and smelling absolutely delicious. Moments like these were her favorite.

Her father, David Parker, had raised her alone for most of her life. Her parents had divorced when she was young, realizing their marriage wasn't working. It wasn't a bitter separation - just two people who weren't meant to be together.

Evie loved her mother too, and they stayed in touch, but she had always lived with her father. Her mother had moved on, remarried, and built a new family, while her father had chosen not to marry again. He had devoted himself entirely to raising Evie, and she had grown up by his side.

As she took her first bite, a pleased hum escaped her lips. The food was amazing, just like always.

"You like it?" her father asked, watching her reaction.

She smiled, nodding eagerly. "It's perfect, Dad. As always."

As they ate, Evie's father glanced at her and asked, "So, how are you feeling about everything? Excited for the new place?"

Evie nodded as she chewed her food. "Yeah, I guess. It's a big city, and everything here feels so new and different. It's exciting, but... I won't lie, I'm a little nervous too. It's so modern, and I feel like I'll need time to adjust."

Her father smiled reassuringly. "That's completely normal. It's a big change. But trust me, you'll be just fine."

Evie let out a small sigh, pushing her food around with her fork. "I miss my old friends, though. And my college. Leaving in the middle of my last semester wasn't easy."

Her father reached across the table, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. "I know it was tough, but everything will work out. The college I got you into here is even bigger and more prestigious. Honestly, it's one of the best in the city. You're lucky to have this opportunity."

Evie smiled softly. She knew her father had worked hard to make this happen for her.

David Parker was an employee at Westbridge Enterprise, a well - established company, and his job required frequent transfers. This time, his transfer had been sudden and unavoidable, forcing Evie to leave her old college in the middle of her final semester. Normally, switching colleges so late in the academic year would have been nearly impossible, but she had been fortunate.

Thanks to the urgency of the transfer, along with her father's loyalty to his company, he had been able to secure her admission at St. Vincent University -- one of the most prestigious colleges in the city. His boss had helped make arrangements, ensuring that she wouldn't lose her progress just because of the transfer.

She had read about St. Vincent University before. It was very big institution, known for its high academic standards, huge ass luxury campus, and most of all, its students. The majority of them came from wealthy families - children of businessmen, politicians, and celebrities.

A small percentage of students were admitted on scholarships, but Evie wasn't one of them. Her admission had been arranged due to special circumstances, and her father had the financial stability to afford the expensive fees.

Money had never been a problem for them. It was just the two of them - her father and her. They didn't have unnecessary expenses, and her father earned well enough to provide her with a comfortable life.

Still, despite her excitement, a small sense of unease settled in her chest. She wanted to experience this new environment, but she also knew she would be surrounded by people who had grown up in wealth and luxury. Would she fit in?

She had always been confident in her appearance and had a good sense of style, but knowing that she would be among some of the richest people in the city made her feel slightly insecure.

She quickly shook off those thoughts, reminding herself of what truly mattered. This was only temporary. She just had to complete her last six months.

Her main goal was simple - get her degree. Even if she would only be studying at this college for six months, having St. Vincent University on her degree would open doors to better job opportunities in the future.

She wasn't just chasing a degree for herself. She needed a good job, a stable income, and a secure future–not just for her own sake, but for her father.

David Parker had always worked hard to provide for her, but he wasn't as strong as he used to be. He was getting older, and his health wasn't the best. His heart condition had been a concern for a while now, and Evie knew he needed to slow down. She wanted to take over the responsibility, to give him the rest he deserved after all these years of hard work.

That was her real motivation.

Once she finished eating, she thanked her father, got up from the table, and headed back to her room.

In just a few days, she would be attending her new college. The thought filled her with both excitement and nerves, but she pushed those emotions aside.

Right now, she had another challenge to deal with unpacking all these boxes.

⋆༺𓆩✞𓆪༻⋆𝔙 𝔦 𝔰 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫  𝔦 𝔫  𝔇 𝔞 𝔯 𝔨⋆༺𓆩✞𓆪༻⋆

The day had finally arrived. After days of anticipation, Evie was now standing at the grand entrance of St. Vincent University.

Her father had just dropped her off, giving her a reassuring smile before driving away. She waved at him until his car disappeared from sight, and then she turned to face the massive institution in front of her.

The college was huge - far bigger and more luxurious than any school or university she had ever attended. The sheer size of it made her feel small for a moment. The campus was lively, with students moving about in groups, chatting, and going to their classes. Unlike her previous colleges, where students mostly walked or used bicycles, here, many arrived in luxury cars. Expensive brands filled the parking lot, their shiny exteriors shining under the sunlight. Some students even had personal drivers dropping them off, which was a completely new sight for Evie.

She glanced down at herself. She had put in extra effort this morning to dress her best, but seeing the students around her - most of whom looked like they had walked straight out of a fashion magazine - made her feel a little insecure. Their outfits were stylish, their confidence effortless. She had always cared about looking presentable, but compared to them, she felt plain.

But she quickly shook off the feeling.

This wasn't a fashion contest. She wasn't here to compete with them - she was here to study, to get her degree, and to secure her future. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down and stepped through the entrance.

The inside was even more overwhelming than the outside.

The atmosphere was completely different from what she was used to. The hallways were large, lined with glass panels and modern interiors. Students walked confidently, either engaged in quiet conversations or focused on their phones.

No one paid attention to her.

Unlike smaller colleges, where a new face would immediately attract curiosity, here, everyone seemed too occupied with their own lives to care. They weren’t rude, just indifferent. No one stared at her, no one acknowledge her new face in campus. Everyone minded their own business, which, in a way, was a relief.

As she walked further inside, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by loud noise coming from outside.

A wave of excited screams and cheers filled the air, making her turn her head in curiosity.

A luxury sports car had just entered the campus. The sleek vehicle made a smooth yet dramatic entrance, coming to a perfect drifted stop in the parking lot. The crowd of students standing nearby erupted into cheers as if they had just witnessed something out of a movie.

Evie frowned slightly but didn’t linger on it for long.

"Must be some famous guy," she thought to herself.

Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with her, so she ignored it and continued walking inside.

Once she reached the main hallway, however, a new problem arose - she had no idea where her class was.

Since she had joined in the middle of the academic year, she wasn't familiar with the campus layout. She was in the science department, last semester batch, but the college was so huge that she didn't even know where to start looking.

She decided to ask for help.

Approaching a small group of students, she politely asked for directions. But instead of helping, they barely spared her a glance before pointing vaguely in a direction and saying, "C Block."

Their tone was dismissive, as if they assumed she was just wasting time. It made sense - after all, to them, it was odd that someone was asking for directions in the middle of the academic year. They probably thought she was a slacker who had been skipping classes and now had no idea where to go.

Evie thanked them, though a part of her wanted to ask, "Where the hell is C Block?" But their lack of interest in the conversation made her bite her tongue. It was clear they had no intention of helping beyond that vague direction, so she decided to figure it out herself.

Standing in the massive hallway, she glanced around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Before she could take another step, the loud ringing of the bell echoed through the halls, signaling the start of class.

Great. Just great.

Now, not only was she lost, but she was also at risk of being late on her very first day.

As students hurried past her, moving toward their respective classrooms, she sighed and decided to ask someone else. She spotted a random student and approached him hesitantly.

"Excuse me," she started, "do you know where the last semester science batch class is?"

The student turned to her with a confused expression, eyeing her as if she had just asked the dumbest question in the world. And in his defense, she probably had.

To him, it must have seemed ridiculous - why would a senior student not know their own classroom? It was already the middle of the academic year. If she was truly in her last semester, she should know this by now.

Evie instantly recognized his expression and quickly added, "I'm new here. I just transferred."

That seemed to take him by surprise. A new student in the last semester? That was unheard of - especially in the middle of the year.

She briefly explained that it was due to her father's emergency job transfer, which forced her to switch colleges at the last moment.

The student nodded, still looking a little curious but no longer suspicious. "Your class should be in Room 37," he finally said.

"Room 37," Evie repeated under her breath, committing it to memory.

But now came another problem - she had no idea where Room 37 was.

This was getting annoying.

Suppressing a frustrated sigh, she walked down the hallway, blending into the group of students moving toward their classrooms. She kept her eyes on the room numbers, scanning them one by one as she walked past.

It felt like an endless search.

By the time she finally neared Room 37, the hallway had almost emptied out. Most of the students had already reached their destinations, and now she was left standing there like a lost idiot while the last few students rushed past her.

She hesitated outside the door.

Her introverted nature made her difficult to just walk into some random classroom and ask the teacher or students for confirmation.

But standing here any longer wasn't an option either.

As Evie wandered through the long hallway, searching for Room 37, she sighed in frustration. The whole college was huge, and she had no idea where she was going. The numbers on the doors were all over the place, and the crowds of students rushing past her weren't helping.

She was about to give up and ask someone again when she noticed a student hurrying toward her from the opposite direction.

He was moving fast, his steps urgent, as if he was running late for something important. Seeing this as an opportunity, Evie instinctively stepped forward, hoping to stop him and ask for help.

But before she could even open her mouth -

Crash!

The next thing she knew, they collided.

It was not some slow -motion, romantic movie moment. It was just an absolute mess.

Both of them lost their balance, stumbling in opposite directions before hitting the ground. A sharp jolt of pain shot through Evie's elbow as she landed, making her wince.

The guy didn't have it any better. He had been carrying a stack of papers, and now they were scattered everywhere, floating down like leaves on a windy day.

Evie's face burned with guilt as she quickly sat up, brushing the dust off her clothes. She hadn't expected that to happen—she had only meant to stop him for directions. But instead, she had just made things worse.

She quickly got to her feet, feeling a little nervous about the whole situation. The guy was also getting up, brushing off his clothes, and as soon as she got a proper look at him - her brain seemed to momentarily stop working.

He was… ridiculously handsome.

He looked about her age, but there was something about his appearance that stood out. He was dressed in black from head to toe, exuding a confident, almost rebellious aura. His black leather jacket, fitted dark shirt, and ripped blue jeans made it seem like he was about to attend some club party instead of some college lecture.

But what caught her attention the most were the piercings - a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing - giving him an even edgier look.

Evie found herself staring, momentarily mesmerized.

Was that even allowed in college?

Her thoughts were cut short when his loud, frustrated voice snapped her out of it.

"Are you serious, girl?"

His tone was sharp, filled with irritation.

Evie blinked, suddenly feeling tense.

He glanced at his scattered papers, then back at her, his jaw tightening in frustration.

Realizing that it was her fault, Evie immediately bent down to start picking them up, her hands moving quickly as she tried to fix the mess she had caused.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled, gathering the papers, her voice slightly nervous.

But that didn't seem to calm him down.

"Are you blind or something?" he snapped, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "I was walking straight, and you just jumped out of nowhere like you had eyes in the back of your head!"

Evie's hands paused for a moment as she glanced up at him.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "People like you literally ruin my mood."

Evie exhaled slowly, resisting the urge back to talk back.

Seriously?

It had been an accident, nothing serious. But from the way he was acting, you'd think she had just crashed into his million- dollar car instead of his actual body.

Still, she didn't want to argue. She just wanted to find her class and get this day over with. So, instead of snapping back, she kept her mouth shut, gathering the last of his papers before standing up and extending them toward him.

As Evie extended the papers toward him, she sighed and mumbled an apology.

"I didn't mean to bump into you," she said, keeping her voice calm. "I was just trying to ask about my class, that's all."

The guy let out a scoff, crossing his arms as he gave her an unimpressed look.

"Class?" he repeated, dragging the word out like it was some kind of joke. His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned her from head to toe, clearly annoyed. "Which class?"

Evie, now even more frustrated, replied, "Science, last semester. I was looking for my classroom but couldn't find it."

The moment those words left her mouth, his expression turned even more irritated, as if she had just wasted his precious time.

To him, this was nothing new.

He had seen this before—countless times. Girls making up random excuses just to get his attention, pretending to need help when they really just wanted a reason to talk to him. And now, here she was, trying the same trick?

In the middle of the semester?

And to him of all people?

How pathetic.

He let out a low, mocking chuckle, shaking his head. Then, without warning, he snatched the papers from her hands.

His dark eyes flicked over her again - this time, with pure disinterest.

Shoulder -length hair. Simple clothes. Nothing revealing, nothing flashy. No effort to stand out.

So plain.

He clicked his tongue, muttering under his breath, "So basic."

Then, with a smirk of complete arrogance, he spoke clearly, "Not my type."

Evie frowned, confused. "What?"

"Go try this on someone else," he said lazily, stuffing his papers under his arm. "I don't have time for desperate people."

Desperate?

Before she could process what he had just said, he brushed past her, his shoulder slightly knocking against hers as he walked away, like she wasn't even worth another second of his time.

Evie stood there, frozen.

What… the hell?

She stared at his back, her mind struggling to catch up. Did he just—

Did he just assume she was asking for his attention or flirting with him?

Her expression twisted into pure disbelief. For a second, she couldn't even react - because what kind of ridiculous logic was that?

And then, it hit her.

The way he had looked at her, inspected her like she was some boring object - not even a person. The way he mocked her appearance. His words--

So basic. Not my type.

Realization settled in, and her face fell.

But instead of feeling hurt, a wave of irritation crashed over her.

Oh, hell no.

Before he could disappear completely, Evie stepped forward, her voice firm as she called out, "Hey!"

The guy paused mid-step, tilting his head slightly as if debating whether she was even worth responding to. Then, finally, he turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

Evie folded her arms. "What did you just say?"

He raised a brow, clearly amused by her sudden confidence. " Are you deaf? I said — "

" No, I heard you," she cut him off, her tone sharp. "I just want to know if you actually believe the nonsense that just came out of your mouth."

His amusement flickered into mild surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected a reaction.

Evie took a step closer. " I asked for a classroom, not for your number, not for your attention, and definitely not for your opinion on how I look."

The way she emphasized each word made him narrow his eyes slightly.

"You think I came up to you on purpose?" she scoffed, shaking her head. "God, get over yourself."

For the first time, he didn't have a response right away.

Evie huffed, rolling her eyes before turning away. "Calling me desperate? You should try looking in a mirror first."

And with that Evie turned to leave, she brushed past him, giving him a slight shove as she walked away. It wasn't forceful, but enough to make it clear - she wasn't going to stand there and take his nonsense.

He barely moved, but his expression shifted for a brief moment, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

Did she really just—?

His jaw clenched, irritation rising in his chest. He was about to snap back at her, ready to put her in her place, but before he could even open his mouth, a voice called out from behind him.

"Hey, Jungkook!"

Jungkook paused, recognizing the voice instantly.

He turned around and saw one of his friends jogging toward him.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" his friend said, glancing between him and the direction Evie had walked off in. "Class is about to start. We’re gonna be late. Stop wasting time and let's go."

Jungkook exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before shaking off his irritation.

"Tch," he scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Whatever. Not worth my time."

He cast one last glance in the direction Evie had gone, but in his mind, she was already dismissed.

Just another so-called desperate girl.

The type who pretended not to care, but in reality, wanted attention just like everyone else.

He had seen it too many times before.

And this one?

So basic. So plain. Nothing interesting.

Not worth a second thought.

With that, he turned away and walked off with his friend, pushing Evie out of his mind as quickly as she had appeared.

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—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ