The car glided through the bustling streets of Seoul, the hum of the engine soft and almost soothing in the otherwise quiet interior. Ayane sat in the backseat, her eyes fixed on the city passing by. Despite the luxury of her surroundings-the sleek black sedan, the soft leather seats, the faint scent of perfume lingering in the air-she couldn't shake the unease that had settled in her chest.

The decision had been made. She was no longer going abroad to study. Her father's insistence had been unwavering, but for the first time in years, she had found her voice. Instead of following the path laid out for her by her family, she had chosen a different one-Sungwon Academy, a place that promised something more than just education. It promised freedom, even if she wasn't sure what that meant yet.

Ayane gazed out of the window, the cityscape blurring into a patchwork of towering buildings, neon signs, and the occasional green space. Seoul was both suffocating and liberating-every street, every corner, a constant reminder of her position, of the life her family had chosen for her. She wasn't like the others who went to this school; they were born into power, into legacies. She had always felt like an outsider in her own world, even when surrounded by luxury.

The car slowed as they approached the grand gates of Sungwon Academy. The towering walls, the well-manicured lawns, and the pristine buildings stood like a fortress, symbolizing everything her family had ever strived for: perfection, control, power. Yet, Ayane couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settle in her stomach.

This wasn't the life she wanted. Not really. It was a life her parents wanted for her. A life they thought would make her happy, but the more she lived it, the more she felt trapped inside an invisible cage.

The car came to a stop just outside the entrance, and the driver opened the door for her. Ayane took a moment before stepping out, her heels clicking against the pavement. The cool morning air brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt the weight of the moment-this was her choice now, a decision that could change everything.

As she walked through the gates of Sungwon Academy, her heart raced, not from excitement, but from the uncertainty that loomed ahead. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it was something beyond the rigid expectations of her family. Something that would allow her to finally breathe.

Inside the academy, students walked in uniform, their faces all painted with the same air of confidence. It was as though they already knew their place in the world, while Ayane felt as if she were still trying to figure hers out. She took a deep breath, pushing back the wave of doubt that threatened to consume her.

She had chosen this. She had to make it work.

Her phone buzzed in her bag, breaking the silence. With a sigh, Ayane pulled it out, seeing a message from her mother: "Don't forget to meet the principal for your orientation. We trust you to handle this well, Ayane. Make us proud." The words were cold, distant, like they always were. Her mother's absence in her life, despite her constant presence, felt like a void she could never fill.

Ayane tucked the phone back into her bag and glanced at the towering buildings around her, ready to face the day, whatever it might bring. She had chosen this school, this path. But as she walked toward the orientation hall, she couldn't ignore the nagging thought in her mind: Was this really what she wanted? Or was it just another cage waiting to trap her?

The doors of the orientation hall opened with a soft whoosh, and Ayane stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the room-gleaming floors, perfectly aligned desks, and students already seated, chatting quietly among themselves. She made her way to an empty seat, feeling the weight of their gazes upon her as she sat down.

This was her new reality now. And whether she liked it or not, she was about to play the part.

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As Ayane stepped out of the orientation hall, the atmosphere around her shifted. The whispers that had once been subdued behind the closed doors of the classroom were now alive in the air, buzzing around her like a swarm of curious bees. It wasn't unusual-being the new transfer student, especially one with a reputation like hers, meant instant attention. She was used to it, or at least she tried to be. But today, in this strange new environment, the eyes on her felt different. They weren't just scrutinizing her for the usual reasons. No, this time they were sizing her up, waiting for something-anything-to define who she really was.

The students in the hallway parted for her, their heads turning as she walked past. Some whispered in hushed tones, others sneaked glances, trying to assess the "elite heir" who had walked into their midst. Ayane could feel their gaze like a weight, but she kept her expression neutral, her face a mask of indifference. Her mind, however, raced with thoughts that she couldn't shake.

Was this what it felt like, to be seen only for what people thought you were? Was this what her life had been reduced to-a string of expectations and judgments before she could even speak for herself?

Her steps faltered slightly as she walked, and for a brief moment, the air around her seemed to thicken. She had just reached the courtyard when she felt a pair of eyes lock with hers. She froze.

There, standing by the large fountain near the center of the courtyard, was a familiar face-one she never thought she would see again. His expression was colder than she remembered, his eyes sharp and focused, yet there was something about them that seemed... different now. His gaze held a mixture of recognition and something more-a quiet, simmering emotion that made Ayane's heart race.

It was him. The boy from the bridge.

The furious stranger.

The memory of that night hit her with the force of a tidal wave. The anger in his eyes, the scolding words he had thrown at her, the way he had grabbed her just before she could fall. She had never imagined, in that moment of desperation, that her life would cross paths with him again. Yet here he was, standing across from her, a stranger still, but somehow more familiar than she cared to admit.

Jimin, on the other hand, couldn't believe his eyes. The girl he had saved from the bridge-the one he had thought was just some suicidal punk-was now standing before him, bathed in the sunlight, her presence almost otherworldly in the midst of the bustling school.

She had the same air of elegance, the same cold expression, but it was her eyes-those piercing, intense eyes-that made Jimin's heart skip a beat. The memory of her, standing on the edge of that bridge, seemed to fade as he stared at her now. This wasn't just some random girl. This was Ayane Park, the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the country, the girl who had been sent to this academy because of her family's legacy.

But the strangest part was the realization that she wasn't the perfect image he had imagined. She wasn't just an elite student playing her role. No, there was something more, something deeper lurking beneath the surface of her composure.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Ayane's breath caught in her throat as recognition flickered behind her gaze. The furious stranger-the one who had shouted at her, the one who had saved her without even understanding her pain-was standing before her in the heart of the school she had chosen.

Jimin's face was just as hard to read as it had been that night. He didn't say anything, but his eyes softened for a fraction of a second, a brief flicker of understanding that Ayane couldn't quite place. It was like a strange shift had taken place between them, a connection formed in the silence of their shared recognition.

Without thinking, Ayane took a step back, her composure cracking for just a moment. But she quickly regained her posture, turning her face away as she walked past him, ignoring the weight of his gaze that seemed to burn into her.

Jimin stood still for a moment longer, processing everything. This girl-this Ayane-was the same one he had encountered on the bridge. The same girl he had thought he understood but hadn't even begun to scratch the surface of. His mind reeled with the possibilities, his pulse quickening as a mix of confusion and curiosity stirred inside him.

This wasn't just some coincidence. This was fate, and it was about to play a game neither of them could control.

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