"The university is really big hmm" My attention is drawn to my best friend's comment that as I move my luggage along the sidewalk towards the university's main entrance. I glance at the place's firmly built structure while grinning; after years of labour and sacrifice, I was finally able to enter. The ultimate goal of every student with academic potential is Seoul National University.

For only this, I lost my friend, I never went to a party, I never drank a drop of whisky, I never went on a trip, and I never even acquired a boyfriend. It's like I didn't only work hard; I also did everything that propelled me through life. My life is undoubtedly a dull myth or fairytale, but the difference is that it was truth, and I have begun to accept it for what it is.

"Hey! To the Earth. What exactly are you thinking?" Kaira adds, fighting to pull her baggage much like mine, it was certainly heavy in weight and the sun shining above our heads is draining the energy out of our bodies, but we only have one thing to do, and that is to get the key from the attendant and find the room.

"Not something interesting, though," I reply, pausing near the receptionist or attandance. "Excuse me, ma'am," kaira remarked, drawing her attention as I rummaged through my purse for my identity card, which I found in an instant. We got our key from her after showing it to her, and to be honest, I'm glad we just got single ones. I'm too exhausted to share it with anyone right now.

We ramble along the calm bustling hallway, seeing less students here and there. It's probably because we arrived during study hours. But it's not completely empty; there are a few people here and there, who may have bunked or aren't in class right now.

"What is your room number?" Kaira inquired whether and I went through the paper or say the map, that receptionist had handed us. "It's 332," I say, looking around as I can already see room 327. Maybe it's not that far. "My number is 457. God, we're not just far away, but it's also on the other side of the building. It'll most likely be a long-distance friendship." I giggled as I watched her compress her face in disappointment.

"Don't worry, love; we'll talk on Facetime." I, too, cracked a joke, getting a smack on the back of the head. She is, nevertheless, a strong taekwondo player. "Hit me and I'll die the next second, dumbo," I replied, sweeping my hand over my head to relieve some of the pain. She would not do it on purpose, but she has a flash of strength inside her that she cannot control.

"In any case, here it is. I should just start unpacking, as should you. Bye," I said as I unlocked the door with the key, and she waved goodbye and walked away, her large suitcase trailing after her. It was amusing to see her fumbling with her heels, but I'm not worried because I know she can run in those without being hurt. I have, however, cautioned her.

"Gosh. I should have asked him to help with everything since he was already volunteering." Sighing I sat in the bed, but coughed as soon as the dust filled the room, choking me. "They don't clean. It's too much for me to do it all by myself," I reasoned, before going to summon my brother for assistance. I know he'd decline because my everything-can-do ass refused his offer when he asked if I need him in anything earlier.

I took out my cell phone from the pocket in my skirt and dialled his number. He picked up after only two rings, which is somewhat unacceptable considering he would not answer any call even if I died. "Speak!" I put some space between my ear and the device since I didn't want to go deaf from his yelling. My brother has a crude temper, but only when you disturb him while he is sleeping. "Yoongi-" I stretched out his name, hoping to be cute enough for him to run here like he always does. It's my little secret that he does everything when I apply.

"Yeah, speak." He sounded bored, but I know he'll come when I call for him. "Yoongi, help me. I'm tired of doing everything by myself. Maybe you could only help me in getting those books settled. I should just go to the nearest market and get some new bed sheets because these ones here are disgusting." I said in one breath, hearing some sighing and ruffling on the other side, he must be sleeping as he told me he didn't have any classes today as a senior, because today is freshmen enrollment day.

"How come you didn't get one from home? Do you suppose they'd furnish you with everything?" He asked, attempting to sound uninterested, but I can still detect a tinge of stress and restlessness in his tone. How could he not? In the big metropolis, I'm only a tiny kid. Ok! Not a small child, but a 19-year-old human who has no idea how to engage with the outside world. And the fact that he was 25 offered me an infinite number of opportunities to ask for for anything from him.

"I had no idea what to do Yoon.Please make your way here." "Ah! All fine, give me a few minutes, I'll wash myself and go get some snakes for you, and then will let you leave. Please wait for me and do not leave the room at this second." He hung up and I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see it, but it's a habit I can't break no matter how hard I try.

"I should just dust and unwrap those covers," I thought, and so I did. I despise being ill and unsanitary. In a filthy room, I feel sick. God's kindness allowed me to do it this one time without becoming allergic to the dust. I should just go complain because it's their job, not mine. They previously mentioned the room would be clean and ready when we show up but look at the nightmare they've created for me.

It's been thirty-five minutes since I heard the pitter-patter of taps on my wooden door, and as I ran to open it, a smile crept across my lips as I saw him holding the paper bag in his hand with an almost imperceptible smile on his face. "Yoongi" I chirped, engulfing him in a hug as he snarled. I knew he disliked bodily contact, but I hadn't seen him in six or seven months, and I missed him terribly.

"I have missed you." I miss him so much that my voice trembles when I speak. "I know, Mom said. I apologise for being unable to attend your birthday celebration. But I was too preoccupied with football, and it was finals, so I couldn't miss it." He was assured in patting. "I know, but without you, the birthday was dull, and I didn't even go to the beach like I usually do." "Yeah yeah, we'll go there once I'm done with all this shit going on here," I hiccup, garnering a loud chuckle from him. Now, if you'll excuse me?" He said this while pushing me slightly playfully, eliciting curses and whines from me.

"All right, I'll eat all of this after I finish getting the necessities from the market. Is there one close to the university?" I asked, confused, because I'm still new here. I mean practically new here because I've only been in Seoul for a few hours, but before that I came here to meet him, but the difference was that I had my parents with me.

"Should I turn on the address on Google Maps for you?" He inquired, and I immediately handed him my phone, saying, "Yes, please." "Okay, all done, be quick, and you got money, right?" I nodded, pulling a black card from my purse and handing it to him. I laughed as soon as I noticed his shocked expression, and he looked at me in bewilderment, "the fuck? did dad give you?" I chuckled and nodded in response to his remark. "No! He gave it to us. He asked that I give it to you anytime you require it." He nodded, no longer interested, and I walked out the door, handing Yoongi the key.

Maybe it's lunch break as I proceed down the hallway, which is now packed with students. I wanted to know if Kaira had gotten her room and settled in quickly, so I dialled her number and connected the head phone to my phone. "Hey? Did you make it safely?" I inquired after hearing a grunt from the other side; she must be exhausted because her room was on the third floor, and according to the institution, the lift is under construction and cannot be used at this time. "I did, thanks to that guy who helped me carry this big ass big here, or I would never have succeeded."

"Who exactly is he? A peon?" "Of course not, he's one of our senior guys. Wait, what did he say his name was? Oh yeah yeah, it was Namjoon," she thinks as she waits for a while before saying. "You know, he pulled this bag like it was a dumbbell, and I can already feel myself simping over his biceps." Hearing her, I laugh since she's obviously not serious about this. She would simp over anything she is interested in, or she may explain it's the problem of being alone for a longer period of time.

"I see" "anyway, Y/n." I need to take a shower because I'm completely exhausted right now. Could we go out in the evening?" She inquired, almost assertively, and I consented. I already want to get to know and experience this city before I start my lessons. From Yoongi's words, I already know how busy and frantic it gets when the semester begins. "All right, good bye." As I finish off the phone, I open Spotify to listen to some music because I can't stroll alone without doing something. While strolling alone on the streets, I feel isolated and uneasy.

"What's going on?" It struck me as a group of students in a circle came into view, but due to the height disparity and the fact that they were almost all boys with some of girl among them, I couldn't see what was going on. But, instead of getting embroiled in these issues on my first day of college, I chose to ignore the matter and move on with my life. It's more secure and tranquil this way.

As I decide to stroll across the junction, I hear people conversing, which piques my interest, so I slow down and act like I'm walking but fairly slowly, "he deserves that beating though, let him do it." "But that doesn't mean he'd kill him right away!" Is that correct?" "Shut the fuck off Rizzo, you don't want to hear and get the same treatment right?" the utter guy whacked the boy named Rizzo on the back. "Fuck of bitch," I heard him saying, as I tried to listen to more, losing track of time, "leave me alone. I'm done with it and will never donut again." As I push my way to the front of the crowd, I can hear the boy on the ground screaming in agony.

"Oh no," I gasped as I saw a man being beaten so severely that he appeared to be half-dead and messed up, but the other never bothered to stop punching his face. I can't see his face because he's got a cap and mask, but I can tell he's angry, but does that mean he's going to kill the man? Is it? "Why don't you try to help him. At this rate, he's going to pass away" I couldn't help but talk to the Rizzo man next to me, and when he looked down at me and pointed his index finger at himself, asking whether I was talking to him or someone else.

"You, yeah? Where are the teachers, too? What the heck is this, a battlefield?" He gave me a horrifying look while shaking his head and raising his right hand. "There is no way in hell I'm getting involved and dying. When he's angry it's best to keep away from him." He made me laugh humorously by saying that because if he wanted to, he could have easily fought the man with two more of his friends. "Little Miss, where are you going. Instead of doing what you want, it's preferable to eat your candy." When I attempted to move ahead, he remarked stopping me in mid step.

"No way, if you don't want it, you don't get it. I'll do it; there's no way I'm going to let someone do this in front of my eyes." I'm not sure why I found myself becoming enraged, but witnessing someone being beaten so unfairly made it difficult to stop and watch it like a show. I took a step towards the man who was now straddling the half-conscious man and tugged on his hoodie, causing him to come to a halt. I can hear people gasping, but I don't care since I know Yoongi will come to my rescue if anything goes wrong

When he stood up, I stumbled back, surprised because I had no idea he was this huge in comparison to myself. I expected him to be something regular, but he wasn't. He looked at me, puzzled, so I snuck my hand in a fold over my chest, gazing back at him, "Why are you beating him?" I asked, finding my mind blank because of his attention that roamed over my face, and I nearly choked as he abruptly took off his mark, placing it in his pocket but still wearing the cap.

I heard him scoff, and he looked away for a moment before returning his sight to me. "Stay out of it, little girl and do not get in my way. Do you get it?" He kept muttering, taking cautious steps towards me, and I got shivers and was afraid of him. "Why would I, you need to stop doing that-" I replied, clutching my last strand of courage before pointing at the boy on the ground and then returning my gaze to him, "he's already hurt, you do something else and he's dead the next moment." I attempted to make him under calmly, but he seemed unconcerned about it.

"Listen here, newbie-" he begins, bending his hips to my level and gazing me in the eyes straight, "never meddle in my business, I swear it would be better, and safer this way." His jaw clenched, and I can feel his hand clasping and nails cutting into his palm as he says, "for you," but he didn't bother to take a step back and continued gazing at me, perhaps waiting for a final answer, which I'll adamantly refuse to give anytime soon, never. "Never," I said, seeing him turn away, but the next thing I knew, a squeal left my mouth, and I shuddered back as he grabbed my wrist and began pulling me out of the crowd, and this time I was truly terrified. because I didn't know what he would or could do to me if Yoongi wasn't there.

"Jungkook"