Park Jimin

I guessed that I didn't hurt this pretty lady in anyways but her choice of words speak against it.

"Now that your knowledge bubble extendes and occupies the knowledge of me not owning this bench , can you sit at your place?" Her words come out as a scoff.

"Mrs. Crayson asked me to sit here because you can help me out with logarithms. I am poor at it." The last sentence has a low tone not wanting to show any sort of inferiority.

"Arent those the basics that are needed?" She mocks.

Now , if she knows everything she should also know when to shut up. And what are the odds that she has secured the first prize in all the mathematics Olympiads in the world, that makes her so arrogant.

My eyes narrow slightly at the corners

Mrs. Crayson had predicted this reply as she had told me that Wang So Hee [She is Hye Jin herself but as she is in the dayland , she hides her identity in the university with that name because she is a moonling from moonland and moonlings aren't aloud to come to dayland. No one except for the 5 mayors ( Namjoon , Jin , Yoongi , Hoseok , Jungkook ) knows about it , not even Jimin .] was weak at dynamic systems and computation, so I might also estimate her level in maths with that said.

"And so is dynamic system!" I say with a straight face leaving no rooms for arguments.
She looks up as her head pops with anger.

Our eyes meet and I swear her coral blue eyes send a bunch of chemical fireworks in my blood. The skin beneath me prickles and the gore in me redirects from my heart to my cock.

I need to settle down my feelings before my friend wakes up.

I quickly look away and pick up some handy files from my bagpack. I can yet feel her gaze over me which burns my exterior poking my stomach. I don't bother to respond the gaze .

So exactly what happened was I am great in Maths *that are Mrs. Crayson's words , not mine* but these logarithms won't enter my head , so she asked me to sit beside Wang So Hee . Wang So Hee is best in the university with the best ranks but dynamic system and computations are her weakness. Now the point is she is antisocial so it is going to be difficult for me to try to start up conversations with her .

My ranks are good enough to bring me the 2nd rank but not 1st , atleast till she is here . So this is for my benefit.

Benefit of what ?
Academics or pleasure ?

I almost gasp as this thought strikes my head . I shake my head and lock my brain so that I don't think something ridiculous again.

There's her fragrance which makes me doubt my sanity as it hits my olfactory passage, it's .... unique , somehow similar. Not only her smell of cologne , the way she lifts herself as she sits , the way she conducts small and to the point conversations , her round face , her tanned skin , her scrunched face as she reads out her files , her eyes , everything is familiar.

She maybe a classmate of mine in previous grades .

A sudden urge of asking her about it takes over my brain.

"Have we met before ?"
She doesn't bother looking towards me but annoyance sparks on her deep sigh and pulled brows .

I don't give a damn if I am annoying.

She says , "Yeah" it raises hopes in me as I stare at her side profile for what she continues next which kills all the hopes that were hopping in my head ,
"And that's the exact reason I don't go there since "

Now she is acting as if I have killed her mom .

"Did I hurt you in anyway?" I interrogate with an expectation of positive reply.

"Your existence itself is a hurt to the society."

She says still looking in her files as she finally completes whatever she was doing.

She is really hard to be talked to .

"Fine , I surrender."

I say looking back to the work I was doing .

Suddenly my private bubble bursts as some foreign pair of lips brush my earlobe with a whisper. My chest tightens and all the 600 muscles in my body stiffness . The soft lips moves against my ear with a huff ,

"Don't bother me or else I won't bother paying a visit to your tombstone after I murder you. Remember don't even try to breathe in my direction. Here comes Mrs. Crayson"

The pair of lips leave my contact but their impressions burn my skin as the memory of her soft chaps get locked in the 'never think about this shit again' corner of my brain.

Her voice is soothing and soft which doesn't suit the sentence she speaks, thus making me fall back in a heap of laughter .

She glares at me as if I'm an idiot before going back to whatever work she was doing.

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The day is finally over . Wang So Hee is a good company. She is quite and doesn't atleast disturb me as other girls asking me for my number every few minutes.

Yeah , atleast take her number .

I consider the voice in my head as I ask the packing Wang So Hee for her number,

"Can I have your number?"

"Uhm, why number though , you can have my whole phone , anyways I was going to change it soon . But you'll need to pay half the price atleast ." She says as if trying to avoid my real question.

I clarify this time, "CAN . I . HAVE . YOUR . PHONE . NUMBER?"

She glances at her phone before looking at me straight in my eyes and saying,

"It's an iPhone 14 ." Her lips curls up for the first time in the whole day as she winks knowing what exactly she is doing.

My heart was completely overtaken and held hostage during a sudden cardiac arrest, thanks to her mesmerizing wink. The way her eyes sparkled and the subtle movement of her eyelashes left me utterly captivated and unable to function properly. It was as if time stood still in this moment, with every beat of my heart echoing the intensity of my infatuation. It leaves me breathless

"Are you playing with me right now ?" I am frustrated at this point .

Not completely frustrated though .

A small part of my brain speaks up intending to intensify the increase in the level of recently decreased level of adrenaline.

"Do you have monopoly?"

She doesn't worry about me rebuking as she leaves the class with her bag on one shoulder.

It seems different.
Particularly because my moon tatoos are now feeling stingy and I currently experience a decrease in enthusiasm due to the fact that my moon tattoos are feeling sore and tender. Additionally, I am feeling quite drained of energy after a long day. This has led me to question whether or not the person I am referring to could possibly be a "moonling."

She can't be a moonling , can she ?

Obviously not .

I shake my philosophical head as if I can get rid of those thoughts .

Despite feeling weak, I possess a sufficient amount of energy to make my way towards the restroom and attend to my needs. Although my physical strength may be diminished, I am still capable of carrying out basic tasks such as walking and navigating through my surroundings.
I walk in through the doors of the restroom

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As I gaze upon my reflection through the clear glass, I can't help but notice how much better I look in reality than in any photograph. It's not that I'm obsessed with my abs or anything, but I do appreciate a good physique.

With a quick motion, I rip off my shirt, freeing myself from its constricting embrace. My eyes then shift to the purple gem hanging from a black thread around my neck. Without hesitation, I toss it back so that it lands perfectly on top of my first moon tattoo. As the gem glows with a vibrant neon purple light, all of my moons come to life and suddenly I feel small in comparison.

With one final turn, I face away from the mirror yet still manage to catch a glimpse of my back. The sight before me is truly awe-inspiring as I transform into a majestic phoenix. Every feather on my body seems to shimmer and glow with an otherworldly power as flames dance at the tips of each wing. In this moment, nothing else matters as I bask in the glory of my transformation .

As I spread my wings, a sudden surge of energy courses through me, causing my body to feel invigorated and alive. The colors of the world seem to intensify and pop against my feathers, while my claws feel strong and powerful. However, unlike the typical traits associated with phoenixes,

I don't feel pure or good in this moment. Instead, it's as if a dark force is unleashed within me, transforming me into something else entirely. As memories from my past flood my mind like a rushing river, I am compelled to take flight. Without hesitation, I soar out of the window and into the open sky, eager to explore this newfound power that has taken hold of me.

I have made the decision to embark on a journey towards Taehyung, a remarkable individual who cannot be categorized as a moonling, dayling or hybrid. He is none other than the maestro of the world, a title that belongs solely to him. Although the term "maestro"may come across as overused and outdated, this particular gentleman stands out from the rest. He possesses an extraordinary sense of style and is highly sociable, making it almost impossible to lose touch with him. His aesthetic taste is unparalleled, and he has a unique charm that captivates everyone around him. It is truly an honor to have the chance to meet such an exceptional person as Taehyung.

Maestros are individuals who possess comprehensive knowledge about how the world operates, including its various intricacies and complexities. In light of my mission, there is one individual who stands out as the sole person capable of assisting me in achieving my goals, and that person is none other than a maestro. With his exceptional expertise and understanding of the world's inner workings, he possess the unique ability to guide me towards success. Through his guidance and support, I am confident that I will be able to navigate through any obstacles or challenges that may arise along the way. Therefore, I am grateful for his assistance .

I want to clarify that I am not taking advantage of him in any way. It is believed that maestros carry the burden of past life deeds and are therefore obligated to offer their assistance to anyone in need across the globe. This duty is deeply ingrained in their identity, and they take it very seriously. Despite this responsibility, I would never exploit or manipulate his generosity for my own benefit.

But he is still my friend .

As I soar through the open sky, I leave the thoughts trailing off me .
I am cautious not to be seen by anyone below as they would undoubtedly be threatened by my beauty and seek to harm me. The bustling metropolis that once appeared to be a chaotic frenzy of activity quickly dissipates into an empty expanse as I make my way towards the lush forests that lie ahead. With each passing moment, I marvel at the sheer magnitude of the world around me and revel in the freedom that comes with soaring high above it all. Despite the risks involved in being so visible, I cannot help but feel a sense of liberation as I navigate through this vast expanse, guided only by my own intuition and the boundless potential that lies within me.

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Date of release : 30/10/23
Date of next update : 10/11/23 or before.