She slowly dawdles into the front gates of the university, looking up at the huge structure before her. It's a magnificent building with beautiful architectural pieces surrounding the grounds. It has these massive glass windows, framing the mingling stressed students as they move from class to class on the upper floors. She remembers reading about the internationally recognised programs available at this facility, and the huge cafeteria filled with restaurants, created by the hospitality programs, full of delicious food.

This is the university she will be attending.

Honestly, when Jimin told her Hoseok enrolled her into a university, she was expecting it to be a small local one with decent facilities and programs. But this would probably be considered an elite University, especially considering how many foreigners are walking around. How did they afford such an expensive place? How much is all this going to cost?

They wouldn't have enrolled me if it wasn't doable, Luna nods, agreeing with herself.

This morning she is wearing some black jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. This jacket was her mother's favourite jacket before she died. It is the only thing she has to remember her. Her entire wardrobe contains different variations of black. It's the only colour she has really worn. Slowly, she will introduce colour to her appearance as she works on finding her true identity.

Her first stop is the front office so she can confirm her enrolment with the admin staff and receive her timetable. She heads straight there, giving the staff her name before listening to them list off the requirements and expectations of this place. The usual confirmation rubbish places like this do.

Her favourite thing about this entire place is how similar it is to a high school in the class structure. Each person has their set classes for their chosen degrees and certifications on top of any additional classes they wish to take. Luna chose English as one of her extra classes, along with a few others. Her entire university experience is going to take 3 years from her life. But it's worth it.

She has heard people complain about how school sucks and that they hate every second of it. But she has never been more excited for anything in her life, other than touching down in Korea a week ago. She can finally live a normal life; a nice simple life where her only worries are grades and petty drama, rather than life and death.

For the moment, however, she is going to keep to herself. Can't have lawyer-worthy grades if she's too busy trying to have a social life, right?

She didn't request to enrol in any variations of the law degrees because she wants to try it first. So, she is just studying for a bachelor's in criminology. Who knows, maybe she will enjoy it and become a Lawyer, or she will drop out and do something else. The options are endless! So many options!

She has never had the option of... well, options, before in her life. It was simply 'go do this' or 'go kill them' and 'hunt them down' for her entire life; she never had opportunities or decisions. Just do.

She bows to the admin staff when they are finished and moves further into the school, admiring all the modern designs and the calm environment. Everyone is slowly making their way to their classrooms as the start of the school day slowly draws nearer.

Today, her first class is Intermediate English, in building 7 on the second floor. You would think that a person who essentially grew up in an English-speaking country would be starting in advanced English, right? Sadly, when Jimin had her do the English tests to enrol in the class, she messed up for the first time in her life. It was such a simple question too, but now she is stuck in intermediate. But she doesn't really care. She's only doing the class to have proof that she is essentially fluent in English.

She continues up the stairs of building 7, reaching the second floor easily. She looks around for classroom 90, moving down the long hallways of the structure. She finds it at the end of the hall full of students chatting away as they start unpacking notebooks and laptops for the class. The professor is doing the same, standing at the front fiddling with some cords for the Electric whiteboard.

She moves towards him, admiring the auditorium lecture classroom. She hasn't been in a classroom with so many seats, the room moving on an upward slope to accommodate all the students taking this class. The room is nowhere near full, but it could comfortably seat hundreds of students.

She continues to shuffle towards the teacher, feeling a little overwhelmed. This room gives the appearance of a wall of eyes watching and following her. Most of the students aren't paying attention to her, but some spare her a glance.

"Oh, Good morning," The teacher smiles, "You must be the new student, right?"

"Yes, sir," Luna replies politely, bowing towards him.

"Okay, well, go find a seat," He gestures to the room "Class starts in a few minutes,"

She bows again, walking up the steps to head up towards the back. The last 10 rows are sectioned off to force the students to sit closer, so she sits in the second last row of the middle section. No one is sitting here, so she will be almost completely alone.

More students file into the classroom and find their seats, quietening down on their own as 9 am draws nearer. Only one other student sits in the same row she is in with only a seat between them. He has a fluffy cap of black hair, his tan skin and broadness giving him the appearance of a Western prince. She is surprised to see such an attractive guy here. He looks nice, but Luna doesn't pay too much attention to him.

The row in front of her is full of academics, based on their conversations and attire. She isn't interested in what they have to say, so she mostly ignores them. Until one speaks up.

"Hello," Luna looks up to find a woman beaming at her. Her smile doesn't extend to her eyes, but she is conventionally attractive. She is wearing casual formal clothing with her brown hair tied up high on her head.

"Hi," Luna replies, turning her attention to her laptop in hopes that the person takes the hint. But she doesn't.

"What's your name?" She asks, tilting her head, "My name is Choi Jaemi,"

"None of your business," Luna mutters, turning to glare at the girl as she sighs deeply.

"Oh, wow, rude, huh?" She giggles, an annoying sound for an annoying person.

I should have sat on the side section.

"No, just not interested," Luna replies, "Thank you,"

The people on either side of Jaemi murmur to each other, looking at Luna with awe.

"Wow, she is so cool!"

"She spoke down to her!"

"She probably doesn't know,"

They're not exactly trying to keep quiet, but this is all Luna can hear from their conversations.

God damn it, this better not be some chaebol bullshit.

"All I'm asking is your name," Jaemi replies, that smile glued to her face, her eyes showing her annoyance, "You don't know how to answer a simple question?"

"Do you not understand that you are not entitled to people?" Luna snaps back, starting to feel irritated.

"It's called being polite," Jaemi replies, crinkling her eyes as she tilts her head further as if she is talking to a child, "Maybe you will learn manners in this class?"

"Maybe you will learn no means no," Luna mutters as the professor stands in front of them, tapping on the podium, "Or did daddy not teach you such things?"

Jaemi gasps, clutching her chest as if Luna said something incredibly offensive. The teacher calls for silence, making her turn to face the front.

Urgh, she's going to be a problem.

An annoying fucking problem.

The rest of the class goes smoothly. The content in the class is simple and the curriculum seems easy enough. She does like that the professor is a no-bullshit type of person. She is going to get along well with him.

After an hour or so, he dismisses the class. Luna begins packing up her things quickly. She is not going to wait around for that prissy girl to interact with her. She jumps up from her seat, throwing her bag over her shoulder as she makes her way down the row and then down the stairs. She is one of the first people to leave the classroom.

"Hey!" Luna tenses as a hand reaches out and grabs her arm, pulling her back. She tugs from their grip roughly and easily. She spins around, expecting to see Jaemi. But instead, she finds herself standing before the guy that was sitting in the same row as her. He towers over her by quite a few inches, his face flushed with embarrassment as he stares at his extended hand. He lets his arm drop, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Hi," Luna frowns, folding her arms, "Can I help you?"

"Uh... you left your phone on your seat," He mutters, passing her the phone. She sighs, bowing as she accepts it back gratefully.

"Sorry... thank you," She mumbles, turning to continue walking.

"Wait!" He calls again. This time, he doesn't try to reach for her. She turns to look at him, frowning.

"What?" She snaps, feeling her stomach protest. She doesn't have long until her next class and she is in need of some caffeine.

"What's your name?" He asks. She rolls her eyes again, starting to become frustrated by this one simple question.

"What's it to you?" She mutters, turning and walking away. He skips forward, keeping pace with her as they begin making their way downstairs and out of the building.

"Just curiosity," He shrugs indifferently, "I'll call you grumpy,"

"Huh?" She looks up at him, bewildered, "Grumpy?"

"Yeah, it suits you," He says seriously, "Or maybe kitty because you act like a cat; a black cat,"

Luna stares at him, completely confused and baffled. They are strangers, yet he is giving her such nicknames. Is this what people are like these days?

"Lee Luna," She grumbles, "My name is Lee Luna,"

"Kim Taehyung," He replies, smiling as if he is pleased with himself, "Where are you from? You weren't in this class last term,"

"Overseas," She replies.

"Where?"

"Not Korea,"

"Europe?"

"None of your business,"

"America?"

"Why do you want to know?" She sighs in annoyance, turning to look at him as they reach the little café on the campus.

"Curiosity," He shrugs, "You know, Luna is a name people give cats, so I wasn't wrong,"

She shakes her head in confusion. This guy's thought processes are all over the place. Why is she still entertaining a conversation with him?

She orders her coffee and waits for it to be made. He stands beside her in silence, waiting for his own order. Once she has her drink, she turns to rush towards her next class. But he stops her once again.

"What's your next class?" He asks quickly. She pauses mid-step, taking a huge deep breath before turning back to him.

"Psychology basics," She murmurs.

"Oh? Same!" He grins, "We should go together,"

"No thanks," She replies, turning to go again. He calls her back, but she ignores him, quickly walking towards the building for her next class. Halfway there, his deep voice grabs her attention.

"Why are you taking this class?" She rolls her eyes, looking up at the fluffy-haired man with annoyance as he begins walking beside her. He doesn't get the hint, does he? She doesn't respond, hoping he will move on. But, of course, he doesn't. He continues to sip his drink, watching her as he waits for a response.

"Are you studying psychology?" He asks. She stays silent, concentrating on the steps as she jogs up the stairs.

"Ah, it must be criminology," He nods to himself. She frowns at him, confused by the sudden declaration. How did he come to that conclusion?

"What makes you say that?" She asks as they move into the classroom.

"Psychology basics and English, means you're doing something that involves interacting with the public," He explains, "And based on the fact that you don't have a textbook in your bag rules out master's degrees, so that narrows it down to criminology, support worker, and counsellor,"

She sits down in the last row of the amphitheatre. He takes the seat near her, leaving a space between them again. He leans across this space, tilting his head as he smirks at her.

"And you don't exactly scream nurturing, so that leaves criminology," He continues, "Am I wrong?"

She flushes slightly at his expression, still frowning at him. She looks away, refusing to give him an answer. Sure, he's correct. But that doesn't mean he's not annoying, or arrogant.

Again, why is she entertaining a conversation with this guy?

She spends the rest of this class and the rest of the day ignoring the strange guy with his cute grin and annoying teasing. It doesn't seem to bother him that she is ignoring him or glaring at him. He just keeps talking as if she is actually engaged in a conversation with him. She has met a lot of strange people, but this guy tops them all.

. . . . . 

"Good afternoon, Luna," Hoseok's cheerful voice rings through the house as Luna closes the front door, sliding off her shoes. She enters the living area to find Hoseok sitting on the sofa watching something on TV. He mutes it, turning his attention to her.

"How was Uni?" He asks, smirking slightly. She rolls her eyes, dragging her feet as she moves towards the hallway to put her bag in her room.

"That bad, huh?" Hoseok calls out after her. She plops her bag on her bed and returns to the living space. She flops onto the couch beside him and groans.

"Oh wow, now I'm curious," He chuckles, turning so he is facing her, "What happened?"

"It was all really easy, nice and simple," She starts, "But the people? Urgh,"

"What did they do?" Hoseok asks, cocking his eyebrow.

"There was this rich-looking girl who wouldn't leave me alone," She rolls her eyes, "And then this guy who was just... weird,"

"Weird?" He chuckles, "Are you just not used to normal guys?"

"No, he was seriously super weird and annoying," She says, shuffling to face him, "He wanted to call me kitty, and he followed me around, even when I ignored him,"

"Huh, yeah that's pretty weird," Hoseok shrugs, "So no new friends?"

"I'm not gonna make friends," She quips, "I'm here to study, that's it,"

"Wow, seriously? You're no fun," He tsks, turning to face the TV again. He unmutes it, revealing laughter from a variety show of some sort. She doesn't respond to his comment, watching the show with him.

An hour later, Jimin returns home with a cut on his lip. He places some ice on it and places an order for some food to be delivered. Hoseok and Luna don't comment on it, asking him to join them on the sofa. Luna definitely prefers this household to her old one. She already feels comfortable with these guys, genuinely enjoying their company. 

(A/N) She meets him~ 

Luna is no fun 😂