† 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟬𝟰 †

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

Jungkook's friend–Mark–grabbed his arm and pulled him along as they hurried down the hallway.

"Come on, man, we're already freaking late," Mark muttered, glancing at his watch.

Jungkook barely seemed to care, walking at his own leisurely pace, his expression still carrying a trace of irritation from earlier.

"What the hell were you doing anyway?" Mark asked as they weaved through the crowd of students. "You never run late unless you're busy screwing around. And by screwing around, I mean—"

"Relax," Jungkook cut him off, scoffing. "I just stumbled into some chick. Some desperate girl trying to get my attention, as usual."

Mark rolled his eyes but smirked. "Oh yeah? What was the excuse this time?"

Jungkook chuckled dryly. "Bro, you wouldn't believe this shit. First, she literally crashed into me while I was minding my own damn business, then she had the audacity to say she was lost and needed my help finding her classroom."

Mark raised an eyebrow, amused. "That's it? Sounds like a weak attempt."

"Oh, it gets better," Jungkook continued with a sarcastic grin. "She said she's in the last fucking semester and doesn't know where her class is."

Mark let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's new."

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. "Right? Like, what the actual fuck? A senior student not knowing her own damn classroom and asking me of all people?" He shook his head in disbelief before adding, "And the best part? She was totally mid. Just... basic as hell. Nothing special. Typical boring ass girl who thought she could make an impression."

Mark chuckled. "Yeah, man. They really don't get tired of using these lame excuses."

Jungkook smirked but didn't dwell on it any further. She was just another random chick in the sea of people who wanted his attention.

Not worth remembering.

By the time they reached their lecture hall, the room was already packed, but luck was on their side - the professor hadn't arrived yet.

Jungkook strolled inside like he owned the place, his usual presence turning heads as soon as he stepped in. Eyes followed him, whispers started, but he didn't acknowledge any of it. He was used to the attention. Expected it.

Mark and Jungkook made their way to their usual spot - the last row - where they could sit in peace without the professor breathing down their necks.

As soon as they sat down, Mark turned to him. "Bro, tell me you actually did the business research project. The submission deadline is today."

Jungkook leaned back lazily, pulling a stack of papers which was already in his hands and holding them up.

Mark frowned the moment he saw them. Crumpled, unbound, not even a proper cover. The pages were creased and bent, looking like they had been taken out from trash can .

Mark stared at them in disbelief. " Jungkook… what the fuck is this?"

Jungkook smirked, tossing the papers onto the desk. "My project."

"This—" Mark picked up the papers, flipping through them like they were a joke. "This doesn't even look like a proper submission. This isn't even your handwriting."

Jungkook shrugged, completely unbothered. "Doesn't matter. It's enough for that old hag to pass me."

Mark narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even write this, did you?"

Jungkook smirked wider.

Mark exhaled through his nose, already knowing the answer. " Who did it?"

Jungkook stretched his arms behind his head, his voice dripping with amusement. "Emily. That hot little thing from first year. Been trying to get in my pants for weeks now."

Mark groaned, shaking his head. "Dude…"

Jungkook chuckled. "So, I let her do the work. Told her I'd return the favor."

Mark gave him a pointed look. "And by favor, you mean…?"

Jungkook grinned devilishly, running a hand through his hair. "What do you think, dumbass? I fuck her, she does my work. Simple."

Mark snorted, shaking his head but laughing nonetheless. "You're a piece of shit, man."

Jungkook smirked, completely unfazed. "Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don't know."

He leaned back casually in his chair, completely unbothered, already moving on to something else.

As Jungkook sat back, completely relaxed, his usual smug expression in place, his attention drifted to the girl sitting a few rows ahead in the middle bench.

She was already looking at him, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger while sending him teasing smirks. Flirting from a distance.

Jungkook didn't ignore it.

She was hot and sexy. The type he wouldn't mind spending the night with.

Smirking, he leaned back further and held her gaze, his eyes dark with amusement.

When she bit her lip, he raised an eyebrow before tilting his head slightly, signaling something unspoken.

After class. Meet him. Somewhere private.

She caught the message loud and clear - her blush and the way she looked away for a second before smirking again told him everything.

Mark, sitting beside him, watched the entire exchange and shook his head.

"Dude," he muttered, "do you ever think about anything else other than banging?"

Jungkook scoffed. "Nope. Why the fuck would I?"

Mark let out a small laugh. "You're unbelievable."

Before Jungkook could respond, the professor finally entered the lecture hall, the students immediately straightening up in their seats.

Jungkook, however, didn't bother adjusting his posture. He didn't give a shit.

The lecture began, but soon enough, the professor started collecting the research projects.

One by one, he moved through the rows, taking the assignments from each student.

Eventually, he reached Jungkook's bench.

"Jeon Jungkook," the professor said, expecting trouble before even looking at his work.

Jungkook handed over the stack of papers with zero concern, his expression unreadable.

The professor took one glance at it - and his face immediately twisted in pure disbelief.

It was a disaster.

The pages were completely crumpled, unbound, out of order–no cover page, no proper format, just a random mess of paper.

A heavy sigh left the professor as he looked up at Jungkook, clearly debating whether to even bother addressing the issue.

"This…" He exhaled again, rubbing his temple. "This isn't even in order. No cover page. No binding. Nothing."

Jungkook, unfazed, simply leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "Better than turning in nothing."

The professor's eye twitched. There was so much he wanted to say - about Jungkook's arrogance, his lack of effort, his careless attitude - but he held his tongue. Because he knew better.

Jungkook wasn't just any student.

He was Jeon Jungkook.

The son of the man who practically owned this college–the one whose name held enough power to make any professor think twice before crossing him.

No one, not even the faculty, dared to question him too much. Not unless they wanted to risk their position.

And Jungkook? He knew it.

He knew he was untouchable here. And he used it to his full advantage.

So, instead of arguing, the professor exhaled sharply, gripping the disorganized papers in frustration before moving on to collecting Mark's project next.

Mark's submission was far from perfect, but at least it was decent, bound, organized,and in proper condition.

After the professor finally walked away, Jungkook immediately went back to flirting with the girl in the middle row.

The lecture didn't matter.

He had better things to do.

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

Evie walked through the seemingly endless hallway, frustration growing with every step she took.

It was her first day, and things were already going horribly wrong.

First, she had managed to bump into the most arrogant guy she had ever encountered, and now she couldn't even find her classroom.

Room No. 37—where the hell was it?

She had been wandering around for what felt like forever, checking door after door, yet somehow, the number just didn't seem to exist.

She sighed, rubbing her temple.

Was this some sort of cruel joke? Was she being pranked on her very first day?

Her feet ached, and her patience was running thin. At this point, she had two options: continue searching aimlessly like a fool or swallow her pride and ask someone for help.

But after her earlier experience, she wasn't about to approach another student. Most of them either had that same air of arrogance as the guy she had met earlier, or they were too busy in their own world to care about her.

No, if she wanted genuine help, she needed to find a professor. They were the only ones who would actually guide her instead of judging her.

With that thought in mind, she finally stopped in front of a door that looked different from the others. It was a staffroom - where the professors would be. This was her best chance. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to go inside, but then she hesitated.

What if they were busy? What if she walked in and got scolded for interrupting? A part of her told her that she was just overthinking, but the nervousness still lingered. Her fingers twitched by her side as she debated whether she should knock or wait outside.

Just as she was trying to gather the courage to go in, a strange feeling crept up her spine - a sense of being watched.

It was normal at first, but as the seconds passed, she could feel the weight of someone's gaze on her. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes scanning the hallway. That's when she saw him.

A young man stood a few feet away, watching her with an expression of curiosity. His gaze wasn't rude or judgmental, but there was a certain hesitation in his posture, as if he wasn't sure whether he should approach her or not.

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he just stood there, observing her. Evie felt a little uncomfortable under his intense stare, so she quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

Moments passed before the guy finally made a move. He took a few slow steps toward her, clearing his throat softly.

"Excuse me…"

Evie turned her head again, properly looking at    him this time.

And that's when she noticed just how ridiculously handsome he was.

His features were sharp, well-defined - like something straight out of a high - fashion magazine. His jawline was perfectly fine, his skin smooth, his dark hair slightly tousled yet stylish. He had that effortless charm that made him stand out from the rest. And his clothes… even his clothes screamed wealth. His outfit was dark, well-fitted, and expensive -looking. He carried himself with a certain grace, a quiet confidence that was hard to ignore.

But unlike that other arrogant guy she had met earlier, he didn't seem tough. There was no smirk, no cocky posture - just a polite, almost nervous energy.

For a moment, Evie forgot what she was supposed to say.

She didn't even realize she had been staring at him until he cleared his throat again, shifting slightly on his feet.

"I've been watching you for a while…" He paused, as if realizing how that sounded, then quickly corrected himself. "I mean - not in a creepy way! I just noticed you' ve been walking around looking kind of… lost. Do you need help?"

Evie let out a small breath, feeling slightly relieved that someone was finally offering kindness.

"Yeah… actually, I do," she admitted.

The guy raised an eyebrow, silently waiting for her to continue.

"I can't find my classroom," she explained, feeling a little embarrassed. "I've been looking for it, but it’s like Room 37 doesn’t even exist."

The guy's brows furrowed slightly. He looked confused.

"Wait… what? You can't find your classroom?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly.

Evie nodded. "Yeah… I'm in the Science Department, last semester batch. I've been trying to find my class, but I just keep going in circles."

Now, he really looked confused.

His lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something, but then he stopped himself. After a brief silence, he finally asked, " You're in your last semester?"

She nodded again. "Yeah."

He stared at her for a second. "And… you don't know where your class is?"

Evie wanted to smack herself in the face. The way he said it made her sound like a complete idiot.

She quickly waved her hands. "I-It's not like that!" she blurted. "I'm not actually a student here- well, I am, but I just transferred, I am a new student."

His confusion only deepened.

"You transferred?" He asked. "In the middle of the semester?"

There was clear confusion in his tone. "That's… not really possible. Mostly college doesn't allow mid- semester transfers."

Evie bit her lip, realizing how strange it sounded.

"I know," she admitted. "Normally, they don't. But my father's job required an urgent transfer, and because of that, I was able to get admitted easily."

The guy still looked a little surprised but he nodded slowly, processing the information. "Ah… that makes sense."

Finally, Evie felt a bit of relief. At least someone finally understood her situation.

His lips curled into a gentle smile as he looked at her. His expression was warm and inviting, making her feel at ease despite the awkwardness of the situation.

"I'm in the Science Department too - last semester," he said, his voice calm and composed.

Relieved to have found someone from the same batch, Evie let out a small breath. Before she could say anything, he extended his hand toward her.

"Kim Taehyung," he introduced himself.

She hesitated for a second before placing her hand in his, giving it a light shake. "Evie Parker," she replied.

Taehyung nodded, his smile never fading. "Come on, I'll take you to the class. We're already running late."

Evie felt a sense of gratitude as she followed him through the hallway. She had been wandering around cluelessly for so long, and now, thanks to him, she was finally going to find her class.

When they reached the classroom, Taehyung pushed the door open, and the moment they stepped inside, all eyes turned to them. The professor, who was already in the middle of the lecture, stopped speaking as his gaze landed on Evie. His brows furrowed slightly before recognition crossed his face.

Ah… the new student.

Taehyung, being well-informed about students, knew that the professor had been expecting her. Without waiting for an explanation, he spoke up.

"Sir, I was helping her find the class," Taehyung said respectfully.

The professor's expression softened at his words. He knew Taehyung well - he was one of the more sincere and well - mannered students , always responsible when it came to helping others. With a small smile, he nodded in understanding before shifting his attention to Evie.

"Welcome, Miss Parker," he said kindly. "Since you're new, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

Evie swallowed, feeling slightly nervous under the weight of so many stares. But she quickly composed herself and gave a short introduction.

"I'm Evie Parker. I recently transferred here due to my father's urgent job transfer," she explained.

The professor gave a reassuring nod before turning to the class. "As you all know, mid-semester transfers are rare, but in special cases like hers, exceptions are made. I expect all of you to be kind, helpful, and make sure she feels welcomed."

Some students murmured amongst themselves, while others nodded in acknowledgment. Evie wasn't sure how many of them actually cared, but she appreciated the professor's effort in making her transition easier.

"Now, go ahead and take a seat," the professor instructed.

Evie glanced around, unsure where to go, until the professor gestured toward an empty seat beside a girl sitting alone. The girl looked simple and approachable, with a kind expression that immediately put Evie at ease.

She walked over and gave the girl a small smile as she sat down. The girl smiled back warmly.

"I'm Mia," she introduced herself.

"Evie," she replied, relieved that she had at least found someone who seemed friendly.

The professor resumed the lecture, and as time passed, Evie slowly started to relax. Everything was beginning to settle into place.

At one point, out of curiosity, she glanced in Taehyung's direction.

But to her surprise, she found him already looking at her.

Before she could react, Taehyung smiled softly, then looked away, as if it had never happened.

Evie blinked, but divert her focus back on professor.

As the lecture continued, Mia leaned in slightly toward Evie, her voice soft but curious.

"It's rare to see a new student join in the middle of the semester," she said with a kind smile.

Evie nodded. "Yeah, I guess it is." Wanting to shift the conversation away from herself, she asked, "What about you? How long have you been studying here?"

Mia's smile widened. "I'm a scholarship student. Been here since the first semester."

Evie could sense the pride in her voice, and she admired that. It wasn't easy to earn a scholarship, especially in a prestigious college like this.

They continued talking, and before she knew it, the lecture had ended. Time passed quickly in Mia' s company–she was easy to talk to, kind, and effortlessly made Evie feel comfortable.

Unlike earlier, Evie didn't even bother looking around or paying attention to anyone else. The usual stares from other students didn't faze her anymore because she had Mia beside her, making the day a lot more bearable.

†

By the time several more classes had passed, it was finally recess.

Mia tugged on Evie's arm with a playful grin. "Come on, let's go to the cafeteria."

Evie followed her as they made their way through the hallways, and to her surprise, she was actually enjoying Mia's company. She had expected her first day to be isolating and overwhelming, but Mia had made it a lot more fun and welcoming.

Once they entered the cafeteria, the chatter and clinking of plates filled the air. The place was packed with students, everyone gathering in groups and filling up the tables.

They picked up their food from the counter and started looking for a place to sit.

Evie's eyes scanned the room until she spotted an empty table near the center. Just as she was about to head toward it, Mia gently pulled her back.

"We can't sit there," Mia whispered.

Evie looked at her, confused. "Why not? It's empty."

Mia sighed, lowering her voice. "That's where the college's so-called heartthrobs sit. The popular ones. If we take that spot, we'll have to get up when they arrive."

Evie frowned, not liking the idea one bit. The fact that certain students had claimed seats as their own, treating them like reserved thrones, irritated her. It was a public cafeteria, not their personal lounge.

Still, she didn't argue. It was her first day, and she didn't want to create unnecessary trouble.

With a quiet sigh, she nodded and followed Mia to a different table, settling down without a word.

As Evie and Mia ate, their conversation was light and enjoyable. Evie had started to feel more comfortable, grateful that Mia was not only kind but also easy to talk to. She barely paid attention to the noise around her - until the sudden sound of loud chatter and laughter filled the cafeteria.

It wasn't just normal talking. It was the kind of presence that made heads turn, that demanded attention without even trying. The sound of chairs scraping, voices whispering, and hushed excitement spread through the room.

Evie looked up, curious.

A large group of students had entered, and it was impossible not to notice them.

The way they walked, the way they carried themselves - it was clear they weren't just any students. They were the ones who had power here, the ones people either admired or feared.

They dressed in expensive clothes, looked effortlessly confident, and didn't even bother standing in line for food like everyone else. Instead, other students - either juniors or those eager to impress them - rushed to bring their meals, placing trays in front of them as if it was their duty.

Evie's brows furrowed slightly at the sight.

How entitled can they be?

She didn't understand people like them, people who acted like they owned the place. But before she could think any further, her eyes landed on one particular figure in the group.

And she immediately froze.

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as recognition hit her like a slap.

No way...

Right in the middle of the group, laughing and completely at ease, was him.

That jerk she had bumped into earlier.

The one who had looked at her like she was just another desperate girl trying to get his attention. The one who had arrogantly assumed she was making excuses just to talk to him.

Her grip on her fork tightened.

She had been hoping to never see him again, and yet, here he was, sitting in his throne among his friends, acting like he was untouchable.

Mia, who had been paying attention to Evie’s expression, followed her gaze and immediately understood.

"That's Jeon Jungkook," she said, keeping her voice low.

Evie turned to her. "Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Mia repeated, as if saying the name alone should explain everything. "Senior from the business batch."

Evie said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

Mia sighed before lowering her voice even more. "His father, Jeon Hyun-Seok, is one of the most trusted board members of this college. He owns a huge company too, so Jungkook basically has everything handed to him."

Evie's eyes widened slightly.

Board member?

His father is a board member?

Evie turn her face towards her side and ask, "What... I mean are you serious."

Mia nodded.

The realization hit her like a wave, and her mind immediately went back to their earlier argument.

Oh God… what the hell did she just do?

She had argued with him. She had corrected him. She had stood her ground against someone who could probably get her kicked out of college if he wanted to.

Evie swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions.

If she had known who he was, she probably wouldn’t have talked back like that. Not because she was afraid of him, but because people like him had power - power that could make life difficult for people like her.

But at the same time, she reassured herself.

She didn't do anything wrong.

She hadn't insulted him. She hadn't cursed him out. She had simply defended herself against his ridiculous assumptions.

And besides…

Thank God she didn't curse at him.

At least that was something.

★ ★ ★

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