The sun was barely peeking through your window as you groggily prepared for another day of university. As you scrambled to gather your books and notes, your phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the morning. It was Yoora, your mischievous best friend known for her spontaneous antics.

"Hey, come fast to the university," Yoora's voice crackled through the phone. "Meet me near the chemistry lab, I've got something exciting to show you."

Curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but hum in response, your mind already racing with the possibilities of what Yoora could have up her sleeve this time. With a quick nod to your reflection in the mirror, you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door.

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"What are we doing here?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

"Shh, I want to try this experiment I saw online. It's going to be so cool!"  Yoora replied, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

You watched nervously as Yoora carefully measured out different chemicals and mixed them together in a flask. The concoction bubbled and fizzed, creating a strange smell that made you wrinkle your nose.

Suddenly, a small flame ignited at the tip of the flask, quickly growing larger and larger. Yoora's eyes widened in panic as she stumbled backward, knocking over a pile of papers that caught fire.

"Oh no, what do we do?!" Yoora exclaimed, her voice trembling.

You rushed to grab a nearby fire extinguisher, but before you could do anything, Yoora's face turned pale as she watched the flame grow bigger, engulfing the wooden lab table. In a panicked frenzy, she grabbed the flaming flask and hurled it across the room, accidentally igniting more chemicals in the process.

You gasped in horror as the fire spread rapidly, crawling up the walls and consuming everything in its path. Smoke filled the room, making it hard to see or breathe.

The room filled with smoke as the fire spread rapidly, devouring everything in its path. You coughed and struggled to see through the haze, the heat of the flames blistering your skin.

"We need to get out of here!" you shouted, grabbing Yoora's arm and pulling her towards the window. You pushed her outside but while doing that you got burnt a little.

"I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

You both stood outside, catching your breaths as you watched the chaos unfold inside. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, Yoora suddenly swayed on her feet and collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Your heart raced as you knelt beside her, gently shaking her shoulders.

"Yoora, wake up! Please, wake up!" you pleaded, fear gripping your soul at the sight of her lying unconscious.

Shocked and unsure of what to do, you quickly dialed Jungkook for help. Within minutes, Jungkook arrived with Jimin and Taehyung in tow. Jimin's face twisted in concern as he saw his sister unconscious on the ground.

Without wasting a moment, Jimin scooped Yoora into his arms and rushed towards the campus clinic, with Jungkook and Taehyung following close behind. The urgency in their movements was palpable as they navigated through the campus, hoping for Yoora's swift recovery.

As you stood outside the clinic room with Jungkook and Taehyung, Jimin paced back and forth, his eyes filled with worry. He turned to you, his voice trembling with anger, "What did you do to Yoora? How could you let this happen?" His words cut through the air like a knife, leaving you speechless.

Jungkook stepped forward, his expression torn between concern for Yoora and disappointment in the situation, "We need to focus on getting Yoora the help she needs right now. Blaming each other won't solve anything."

Just then, the door to the clinic room opened, and the doctor stepped out. Jimin rushed towards him, his eyes pleading for answers. The doctor sighed and said, "She is stable now. She inhaled some fumes from the fire, but we have treated her. She will need to rest for a while."

Relief washed over all of you, but Jimin's accusing gaze lingered on you. "I still can't believe you let her get into this mess. You should've been more responsible."

You hung your head, feeling guilt weigh heavily on your shoulders. "I'm sorry, Jimin. I should've been more careful."

Just then, Yoora's father arrived, his face a mask of concern and anger. Jimin quickly explained the events that had led to his sister's current state, leaving no detail spared. Yoora's father's eyes bore into yours, a mix of disappointment and fury flashing in them. "I'll ensure you pay for this recklessness. Consider yourselves lucky if you aren't expelled from this university before the sun rises again."

Taehyung was about to intervene but Jungkook, who had been observing the scene quietly, spoke up. "Uncle, please, let's focus on getting Yoora the help she needs first. We can discuss the details later."

You took a deep breath and nodded quietly as Jungkook offered to drop you back at your place. The car ride was filled with a heavy silence, only the sound of the engine humming in the background. Jungkook finally spoke up, breaking the tension in the air.

"If you stay with Yoora, that won't be of any help," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.

You looked out of the window, watching the streetlights pass by in a blur. "I know," you whispered, feeling the weight of his words sinking in

Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung, who had been by Yoora's side when she regained consciousness, felt a sense of relief wash over them. Yoora's eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the room with confusion.

"Where's Y/n? Is she okay" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin hesitated before replying, "Why are you asking about her? It's because of her that you're in this condition."

Yoora's eyes widened in realization, her frown deepening. She remembered how stubborn she had been, how everything had spiraled out of control because of her actions. She closed her eyes, guilt washing over her, knowing that you had gotten hurt while trying to save her.

She shook her head, her voice laced with guilt. "It's my fault," she admitted, her eyes filled with remorse. "Everything happened because of me. I was stubborn, she had nothing to do with it."

Taehyung stood by quietly, his guilt weighing heavily on him. He couldn't shake the knowledge that you had gotten hurt trying to save Yoora, while he did nothing to stop it.

Meanwhile as Jungkook's car pulled up to your home, you finally found your voice. "Thank you for the ride," you said softly, meeting his eyes for the first time since the journey began. He nodded, his expression unreadable, before offering a small smile.

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Yoora's hands trembled with anger as she confronted Jimin, who was sitting on the couch with a pensive expression.

"You accused Y/n of something she never did, and then had the audacity to blame her for my fainting spell!" Yoora's voice was sharp as she confronted him.

Jimin's expression was defensive. "I saw her near the scene, Yoora. I thought it was her fault."

Yoora shook her head in disbelief. "How can you be so blind, Jimin? Y/n would never do anything to hurt me. She's been nothing but kind and supportive. You need to admit your mistake and make things right."

Jimin looked up. "I know what I saw, Yoora. Y/n was the one near you when you passed out. It must be her fault."

Yoora glared at Jimin as he shifted uncomfortably. "I... I didn't mean to cause any harm, Yoora. I just reacted impulsively. I was just confused and thought..." he trailed off, unable to meet Yoora's piercing gaze.

Yoora crossed her arms, her jaw set in determination. "That's not an excuse, Jimin. You need to apologize to Y/n for falsely accusing her and causing unnecessary stress. She deserves better than this."

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know... I messed up. I'll talk to Y/n and make things right."

Yoora's eyes filled with tears as she explained, "Because of your accusations, Dad threatened to kick Y/n out of university. She doesn't deserve that kind of punishment for something she didn't do. You have to understand the consequences of your actions, Jimin."

Jimin's eyes widened in realization. "I'll fix this, Yoora. I promise."  As Jimin picked up his phone to text Y/n, Yoora couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. 

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As you returned to your dorm after a grueling shift at your part-time job, exhaustion weighed heavy on your shoulders. The day had been long, and all you wanted was to collapse onto your bed and drift off into a peaceful slumber. However, as you approached your door, your heart sank at the sight of Taehyung standing there with an unreadable expression on his face.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice sounding more confident than you felt. Taehyung's gaze was intense as he looked at you, his usual smirk absent.

"Can we talk inside?" he finally replied, his tone surprisingly soft. Hesitantly, you punched in the passcode on your door's lock pad, allowing him entry. As you both stepped inside.

You couldn't help but wonder what Taehyung's intentions were. Was he here to humiliate you for Yoora's condition? Or perhaps he genuinely wanted to talk? The uncertainty gnawed at you as you turned to face him, his eyes avoiding yours.

His eyes locked onto yours as he inquired softly, "Where did you burn yourself while saving Yoora?" His unexpected question caught you off guard. You hesitated, not wanting to relive the painful memory.

"It's nothing," you muttered, attempting to brush off his question.

But Taehyung was persistent. "Show me," he demanded, his eyes unwavering.

With a heavy heart, you led him to your bedroom, where you rolled up your pants to reveal the scar on your foot. Taehyung's expression softened as he traced the outline of the burn with his finger, a mix of surprise and guilt etched on his face.

"You should have treated this," he scolded, his voice tinged with reproach. Without waiting for your response, he set to work treating the burn with a skill that surprised you.

Once he finished, Taehyung's eyes flicked up to meet yours, his gaze searching. "Where else are you injured?" he asked softly, his concern evident.

"Nowhere else you can leave now." You said but Taehyung remained unbothered.

Before you could react, Taehyung reached out to pull you close by your waist, the warmth of his touch causing you to flinch. You hissed in pain, earning a frown from him in return. "Let me see your waist," he demanded, his eyes searching yours for compliance.

"I can take care of it myself," you insisted, refusing to show him the burn.

Taehyung was persistent. "I saw how you treated it. Let me help you this time."

Reluctantly, you lifted your shirt slightly to reveal the reddened skin on your waist. Taehyung inspected it closely, his expression softening as he gently touched the area.

Taehyung's expression darkened, his frustration evident. "You could have gotten seriously hurt. Why didn't you take care of yourself properly? Let me take care of this for you," he said softly, surprising you with his unexpected gentleness.

Taehyung's touch was surprisingly gentle as he applied ointment to the burn, his cold hand sending shivers down your spine. The sensation of his cold fingers against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, your eyes involuntarily closing at the unexpected tenderness of his actions. Taehyung, too, noticed the effect he had on you, his own heart betraying his stoic facade by fluttering at your vulnerable state.

The silence between you was both awkward and oddly comforting, leaving you with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Once Taehyung finished treating your burn, he stepped back, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. His gaze softened as he observed you, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in his heart. Sensing an unspoken connection, he acted on impulse, leaning closer to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The gesture took you by surprise, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts engulfing your mind. You were left speechless, unsure of how to process the unexpected turn of events.

Taehyung looked you in the eyes and spoke with an unusual sincerity, "I won't let anyone kick you out of this university. You can be rest assured."

"Take care of yourself," he said softly, and left the room, leaving you to ponder the complex dynamics between you and your former bully.

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Yoora laid on her bed, wrapped in a warm blanket, her face pale and tired. Jungkook paced back and forth in her living room, worry etched on his handsome face. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Yoora weakly smiled at him. "I'm still feeling a bit weak, but better with you here."

Jungkook sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "I should have been more careful about the smoke yesterday. I'm sorry, Yoora."

"It's not your fault, Jungkook. I should have been more careful too," she replied softly.

Jungkook brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I just want you to get better soon. I hate seeing you like this."

Yoora couldn't help but admire how Jungkook's presence alone made her feel better, both physically and emotionally.

As the day passed, Jungkook stayed by her side, tending to her needs and making sure she was comfortable. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation fluid and easy. Yoora found solace in Jungkook's company, his mere presence a balm to her weary soul.

When Yoora finally drifted off to sleep, Jungkook tucked her in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Get well soon, Yoora," he whispered before quietly leaving the room.

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