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The campus was alive.
Not just busy—alive.
Music from the practice rooms, people arguing over assignments, someone laughing too loudly near the stairs.
And in the middle of it all—
you stood there, adjusting your bag, taking it in.
New place. New faces. New story.
"Okay… you've got this," you muttered.
"First day?"
You turned.
A girl with sharp eyes and a confident smile looked at you.
"I'm Hana," she said. "You look like you're calculating escape routes already."
You laughed softly. "Am I that obvious?"
"Very."
Within minutes, you had a small group around you.
"I'm Minji," one of them waved energetically.
"Yuna," another added, softer but warm.
"And don't worry," Hana smirked, "we'll make sure you don't embarrass yourself today."
"Wow, thank you for the confidence," you teased.
You were laughing.
Actually laughing.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
"Let's go, class is this way," Hana said.
As you walked through the corridor—
something shifted.
"Kim Taehyung! If you skip one more practice, I swear—"
"Relax, hyung, I'm here now."
That voice.
Smooth. confident. slightly playful.
You turned instinctively.
There he was.
Not quiet. Not distant.
Surrounded.
A group of students around him—some annoyed, some laughing, some clearly just there to be around him.
He ran a hand through his hair, smiling like he knew exactly the effect he had.
And he did.
For a second—
his eyes landed on you.
Not accidentally.
Not briefly.
He looked.
Properly.
Like he noticed something.
And then—
he smirked.
Just a little.
Before turning back to his friends like nothing happened.
"…okay," Minji whispered dramatically beside you. "That was Kim Taehyung."
You didn't respond.
You were still… processing.
"Don't get ideas," Hana added casually. "He's trouble."
You raised an eyebrow. "What kind?"
"The kind you don't realize you're falling into."
You forced your attention back ahead.
But your heartbeat had already changed.
Classroom.
Seats filling.
You sat beside Yuna, taking out your notebook.
Everything felt normal again.
Almost.
"Am I late?"
The door slid open.
Every head turned.
Including yours.
A boy stood there—slightly out of breath, but smiling like it didn't matter.
"Professor, I ran," he said. "Mentally."
The class laughed.
"Sit down, Jimin," the professor sighed.
Jimin.
He walked in, scanning the room—
and paused.
At you.
Not dramatic.
Not overwhelming.
But intentional.
Then he walked straight to your row.
"Seat taken?" he asked, already pulling the chair.
You shook your head. "No."
"Great. I like new people. They don't judge me yet."
You smiled. "Should I be worried?"
"Depends," he leaned slightly closer, voice dropping playfully, "how easily do you trust people?"
Before you could answer—
the door opened again.
"Sorry."
Different tone.
Calm—but not apologetic.
Taehyung.
He walked in like the room already belonged to him.
No rush. No hesitation.
He greeted the professor casually, then scanned the class—
and again—
his eyes found you.
This time, Jimin noticed.
There was a pause.
Small.
But real.
Taehyung walked down the aisle—
and instead of going to the back—
he stopped.
Right beside your desk.
"Move."
You blinked. "What?"
He tilted his head toward Jimin. "Shift one seat."
Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Taehyung's lips curved slightly. "Because I said so."
Silence.
Tension.
Jimin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Or… you could sit somewhere else."
A few students started watching.
You sat there—
between them—
heart suddenly racing for no reason you could explain.
Taehyung looked at you.
Not joking now.
"Do you mind?"
It wasn't a simple question.
And you felt it.
Before you could answer—
Jimin spoke again, softer this time.
"Stay."
And now—
both of them were looking at you.
Not casually.
Not normally.
Like your answer mattered.
A lot.
For a moment—
everything else disappeared.
Noise. Class. People.
Just them.
And you.
Two different pulls.
Two different energies.
Both strong.
Both real.
And you hadn't even known them for five minutes.
You swallowed.
"…I think both of you are being dramatic."
Minji snorted from behind.
Taehyung chuckled lowly.
Jimin smiled wider.
But neither of them moved.
And somehow—
you knew.
This wasn't just a seat.
This was the beginning of something complicated.