As soon as I looked at the enormous campus that stood in front of me, my heartbeat intensified. My mind was clouded with distinct thoughts, and I wasn't feeling my very best. The sudden transfer had already messed up my mind entirely.

I didn't want to leave my friends at all, but because of my father's employment, we had to transfer. Moving to a new state can completely change one's life. I never realized that one day I would have to leave Jiwoo and Shinji, my closest friends, behind because of a stupid transfer.

Leaving them and my hometown Busan wasn't easy for me. I had so many cherished memories there, but I had to leave the place where all those moments of my life are still present.

Watching numerous students arriving at the school made my mind experience a mix of emotions, which only intensified my nervousness.

The thing that made me even more anxious was the presence of my own loneliness. Honestly, I was more of an introvert than a sociable person. The thought of making new friends in this school was daunting, and I knew I wouldn't be approaching anyone for any kind of social connection.

As I walked through the hallway, taking tiny steps, I came face to face with kids who were laughing and chatting with their pals. Oh, this reminded me of the times Jiwoo, Shinji, and I used to skip school and hang out without our parents knowing.

I was searching for the principal's office to get my schedule, but I couldn't find it. I was almost about to ask someone for directions when I heard shouts and screams. It felt like they could thump my eardrums.

I turned around to see what the commotion was about. It turned out that a group of girls was fangirling over seven guys. They certainly had an elegant aura, but what did that have to do with me? Sure, I admit that I develop crushes on boys easily, but that doesn't mean I go around swooning over them instead of focusing on my studies, which is what my parents expect from me.

I continued down the corridor, making my way to the locker area. Not a single student was in sight. Everyone seemed preoccupied with those guys. Even though I couldn't deny their appeal, I had already decided I wouldn't have anything to do with them.

I came to this school to study and build a successful future, not to get caught up in romantic distractions. Besides, I wasn't really into dating. I might develop small crushes, but they never last long. My main focus is my career.

Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted by bumping into someone's chest. I looked up, startled, and found myself face to face with one of those good-looking guys from earlier. "Come on, Y/n! Apologize quickly! You don't want to be bothered by these bullies, do you?"

"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I explained, feeling a bit intimidated by him. He didn't seem like a troublemaker; in fact, his attire made him look like a diligent student. But I had encountered enough teenagers like him to know they could be bullies or players.

Unexpectedly, he flicked his index finger under my chin. Goosebumps spread across my body, not because I was scared, but because it was an unexpected touch.

"Cute. I like cute," he murmured to himself.

Did he just call me cute? Was I overreacting? It's natural for me to feel that way since I rarely receive compliments from guys. Shaking off my confusion, I attempted to leave the scene.

"I should get going now," I mumbled and turned to walk away. But it seemed fate had more surprises in store for me. That was the moment he grabbed my wrist. What did he want from me?

I didn't want to get involved with him in any way. I had promised my mother that I wouldn't date anyone without her approval, especially not some kind of playboy. Judging by his attractive looks, I was sure he must be a player and a bully.

Still in a daze, he asked, "Are you new here?"

My throat went dry upon hearing his voice. Was this the only school in the city?

"Yes," I managed to mumble, still not turning around. "Would you mind turning around, miss?" With some hesitation, I finally mustered the courage to face him, only to be astonished by his stunning appearance.

I was captivated as his lips curved into a smile.

I could feel his warm breath caressing my lips, creating an intimate atmosphere.

"I'm Kim Taehyung. It's a pleasure to meet you on your first day, Miss...?"

I felt nervous and uneasy in his presence. Gathering all the strength I had left, I replied, "I'm Y/n Park."

"Ah, what a pretty name!" he exclaimed, his words causing a flutter of excitement within me.

Sensations of heat and cold coursed through my veins, leaving me both bewildered and captivated. Blinking away the haze of surprise, I attempted to regain my composure and extract myself from the situation.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling a mix of shyness and gratitude. With a small smile, I turned to walk away, eager to put some distance between us.

"And where are you off to?" his voice called out, stopping me in my tracks.

Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment before replying, "I... I need to find my next class."

Before I could utter another word, he closed the gap between us, his presence towering over me. "I can walk you to the principal's office, if you don't mind," he offered, extending his hand.

Torn between caution and curiosity, I considered his proposal. I had no sense of direction in this new environment, and perhaps having a guide, even if it was this guy, wouldn't hurt.

"Um, sure. I don't mind at all," I finally answered, mustering a small smile to mask my inner apprehension.

As we walked through the corridors, I couldn't help but notice the occasional glances and whispers directed our way. It seemed that this boy's popularity had preceded him, and now, being seen with him only added to the attention I was receiving as the new student.

As we reached the principal's office, he reluctantly let go of my hand, his touch lingering for a brief moment. "Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here," he said, his voice laced with a touch of reluctance.

"Oh no, it's okay! I can handle it myself," I insisted, not wanting to trouble him any further.

"Just do as I say," he responded, his tone firm yet strangely protective. I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath his confident exterior.

Reluctantly, I knocked on the office door, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The door opened, revealing an older woman engrossed in her work. She glanced up briefly, her tired eyes acknowledging my presence.

"Are you Park Y/n?" she asked, her voice tinged with weariness.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied with a respectful bow.

"Wait a moment," she said, rising from her chair and rummaging through a drawer. She retrieved a piece of paper, my schedule, and handed it to me. "Here you go."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, bowing once again as I accepted the schedule.

She nodded curtly, returning to her work. It was clear that she had little interest in engaging in small talk. With a sense of finality, I left the office, closing the door behind me.

He was waiting as promised, leaning against the wall with a casual yet attentive posture. As I approached him, he reached out and attempted to take a look at my schedule.

"Well, this sucks," he muttered, disappointment evident in his voice. "We don't have a single class together today."

I sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment myself. It would have been comforting to have a familiar face in at least one class. "It's okay. We'll see each other around the school, I'm sure."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, you're right. I just wanted to make sure you're not completely alone."

His concern touched me, and I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of gratitude for his unexpected kindness. Perhaps there was more to him than the initial impression I had formed.

"Well, I have my math class in a few minutes, so I should get going," He said, checking the time on his watch. "Will you be able to find your way?"

I chuckled, feeling a sense of reassurance. "Don't worry about me. We're right behind the biology classroom."

"Alright then," he said, his smile widening. "Good luck with your classes, Y/n."

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a genuine warmth in my heart. With a final wave, he turned and hurried off, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As I entered the biology classroom, the eyes of my fellow classmates turned towards me. The teacher, a kind-looking middle-aged man, acknowledged my presence and gestured for me to introduce myself.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Y/n Park. I'm from Busan, and I'm excited to be here," I greeted the class with a warm smile, trying to exude confidence despite the lingering unease.

The students responded with a mix of curious glances and friendly smiles. Among them, a girl caught my attention as she raised her hand, offering a welcoming smile in return. Her name was Jisoo, and her genuine kindness put me at ease.

"I'm Kim Jisoo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n," Jisoo introduced herself, her voice filled with warmth.

"Likewise, Jisoo. Thank you for being so welcoming," I replied, grateful for her friendly demeanor.

Jisoo's eyes twinkled mischievously as she examined my face. "You're really pretty, Y/n. I have a feeling boys will be swooning over you in no time."

I blushed at her compliment, feeling a mix of bashfulness and gratitude. "Thank you, Jisoo. That's kind of you to say."

She chuckled and leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, "If you do happen to encounter any cute guys, don't forget to tell them about me!"

We both burst into laughter, instantly forming a bond of lighthearted friendship. It was a relief to have someone like Jisoo by my side, someone who could guide me through the complexities of this new school environment.

Time seemed to pass slowly, each minute laden with the weight of new knowledge. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the class, Mr. Wilson urged us to review the day's material. He bid us farewell, leaving the classroom with a smile and a promise to continue the chapter in the coming weeks.

The classroom emptied quickly, students filing out with a mix of excitement and eagerness to be free. Jisoo turned to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Y/n!" She was packing her bag while waiting for my response.

"Yes?" I replied, putting away my phone.

"Wait here for a minute, alright? I have to use the restroom," Jisoo said, gesturing towards the door.

I nodded and leaned against the wooden bench, taking a moment to check my phone. Two missed calls from Jiwoo. It seemed like she missed me too. Looking around the empty classroom, I dialed Jiwoo's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Jesus Christ, you called," Jiwoo exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

"Of course, I would. Though, I couldn't pick up earlier because I had a class going on," I explained, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

"Really? You started school already?" Jiwoo's voice held a hint of disappointment.

"Well, you see, Mom and Dad don't want me to fall behind in studies, so they started sending me to school already," I sighed, sharing my parents' rationale.

"Wow. How's the school lifestyle in Seoul? Also, are there any cute guys?" Jiwoo's question made me burst into laughter. She was always eager to know about the boys.

"To be honest, there are many cute guys here, but I'm just not interested," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Come on! Bring a little change to that. Don't dedicate your whole life to studies only," Jiwoo insisted, her voice filled with mischief.

"No, I..." Before I could finish my sentence, Jiwoo interrupted me.

"Girl, you're in Seoul now. Enjoy the capital city life!" Jiwoo exclaimed, urging me to step out of my comfort zone.

"Calm down, Jiwoo. Of course, I am going to experience the city's outgoing activities, but dating is just too much for me. You know that very well," I said, trying to reason with her.

"Ah, this girl! But if you ever do encounter any cute guy, tell him about me!" Jiwoo giggled mischievously.

"Sure thing," I replied, unable to suppress my laughter.

Just as I ended the call, I noticed a familiar face leaning against the doorway. It was a girl, her demeanor filled with arrogance and disdain.

"Some pathetic girl just enters the school and thinks she can have my guy?" the girl sneered, spitting out her chewing gum onto the nearest bench as she approached me.

Confused and taken aback, I furrowed my brows and raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to comprehend her hostile attitude.

"Oh, come on! Now, don't act so innocent," she laughed mockingly, closing in on me. "I've dealt with many sluts like you."

Shock washed over me as her words hit me with unexpected aggression. Anger started to bubble inside me, fueling my defiance. I couldn't let her degrade me without standing up for myself.

"The hell do you think you're doing? Calling me a slut for no reason like you can?" I retorted, my voice filled with determination. "Fucking shut that mouth before I shut it myself for good."

My words seemed to catch her off guard for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. She glared at me, her eyes filled with venomous disdain.

"Do you really think you're capable of stealing my guy with a face like that?" she spat, her words dripping with malice.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. Who said anything about me trying to steal someone's boyfriend? The situation had spiraled into chaos, with accusations and assumptions flying around.

Before I could gather my thoughts or respond, the girl's anger escalated. She forcefully pushed me down to the ground, causing me to groan in pain. Determined to protect myself, I quickly attempted to stand up, fearing further harm.

But just as I struggled to regain my balance, a deep and hoarse voice resonated through the classroom. "Jiseul! Leave her alone," the voice commanded, tinged with frustration and authority.

I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise. It was Jiseul who had been tormenting me, but she was being reprimanded by someone else. His presence was commanding, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Jiseul turned her attention to the person who had spoken, a mixture of fear and defiance on her face. "Seokjin, she was just getting too much-" she started, attempting to explain herself.

"Shut the fuck up!" Seokjin shouted at her, his voice filled with anger and disappointment. "I am sick of girls like you. Get the fuck out of my sight and don't even try to come near her again."

Jiseul's face contorted with a mix of anger and humiliation. She glared at me for a moment before storming out of the classroom, leaving us in an uneasy silence.

As the adrenaline faded, I felt a dull ache spreading through my body from the fall. I looked up, meeting the gaze of the person who had come to my rescue. It was Seokjin, his expression now softening with concern.

"Are you alright?" Seokjin asked, his voice filled with genuine care. Extending his hand, he helped me get up.

I nodded, grateful for his intervention. "Yes, thank you. I didn't expect someone to step in like that."

Seokjin's gaze lingered on mine, his eyes filled with a warmth that sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, the tension and chaos of the classroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us.

"You're welcome," he replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness. "No one should be treated that way."

A blush crept onto my cheeks, and I found myself captivated by his words. The intensity of the situation had ignited an unexpected connection between us, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

Seokjin took a step closer, closing the physical distance between us. His hand reached out, gently brushing against my cheek, sending a surge of electricity through my body. I felt my heart race as his touch left a trail of warmth in its wake.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. His eyes searched mine, as if trying to unravel the emotions swirling within me.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, thanks to you."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a sight that made my heart flutter. "I couldn't just stand by and let her hurt you."

His words echoed in my mind, resonating with a newfound sense of comfort. Seokjin's protective nature and genuine kindness had melted away my fears, replacing them with a glimmer of hope for a better future in this new school.

As we stood there, locked in a moment of shared vulnerability, the world around us seemed to fade into the background. It was as if time had stood still, allowing us to exist in our own little bubble of connection.

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Jisoo's POV ;

Jesus, Y/n must have been waiting for so long now. I walked down the hallway, reaching the biology classroom. Just as I entered, the sight before me made my heart sink.

There, in the middle of the classroom, Y/n was wrapped in a tight embrace with Seokjin, my crush. My breath caught in my throat as a wave of disappointment washed over me. It felt like a punch to the gut, witnessing someone I cared about being so close to the person I had secretly admired.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind racing with a mix of emotions. Confusion, jealousy, and a pang of sadness overwhelmed me. Why did it have to be Y/n? Why did they have to be so close?

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