Chapter:2- The Beginning of Something I Didn’t Choose
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~Y/N POV~
College was supposed to be my escape.
After everything I had been through—losing my dad, watching my mom take over his company as the CEO, growing up faster than I ever wanted to—I just wanted something normal. A life where I could focus on classes, friends, and my future… not business deals or painful memories.
Standing outside the principal’s office, I held my bag tightly, trying to calm my racing heart. Students walked past me in groups, laughing and talking freely. For a moment, I wished I could feel that light too.
I knocked softly and stepped inside.
The principal sat behind her desk, scanning my file before looking up.
“Y/N,” she said kindly. “Your mother spoke highly of you.”
I forced a smile. Everything always came back to my mom now.
She handed me my schedule.
“These are your classes. Make sure you attend regularly.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” I replied.
As I stepped back into the hallway, I lowered my gaze to the paper in my hands, memorizing classroom numbers and timings.
That’s when everything went wrong.
I took one step forward—and crashed straight into someone.
My papers flew out of my hands, scattering across the floor. I lost my balance and fell hard against the cold tiles.
“I’m so sorry—” I started.
But when I looked up, the apology froze in my throat.
He was already standing.
Tall. Calm. Unmoved.
His dark eyes stared down at me, cold and unreadable, as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience.
Jeon Jungkook.
Even on my first day, I knew his name. Whispers followed him everywhere. Students avoided his path. Seniors lowered their voices when he passed.
The son of a powerful businessman. Untouchable.
A slow, mocking smile curved his lips.
“Well,” he drawled, “look who we have here. A new face.”
My heart pounded painfully as I bent down to collect my papers, my hands shaking despite my efforts to stay calm.
“I’m sorry,” I said, standing up. “It was an accident.”
He laughed softly—low and unsettling.
“You think ‘sorry’ fixes everything?”
I frowned, irritation rising despite the fear creeping through me.
“You were the one who bumped into me.”
For a moment, the hallway felt unnaturally silent.
His smile faded just slightly as he stepped closer.
“So?” he said calmly. “What are you going to do about it?”
My chest tightened. I hated the way he looked at me—like he expected me to back down. I had already lost too much in my life to let someone like him control me.
Before I could answer, the bell rang loudly, echoing through the corridor. Students rushed past us, filling the space with noise.
I clenched my jaw.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and showed him my middle finger.
For a second, his expression froze.
Then a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face.
Interesting.
I turned and walked away quickly, my heart racing as I headed toward my classroom, refusing to look back.
The classroom was already crowded.
“Introduce yourself,” the professor said.
I swallowed and stood.
“Hello everyone. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
A few students smiled. Others whispered. I walked to an empty seat near the window and sat down, trying to steady my breathing.
That’s when I felt it.
Someone watching me.
I glanced back—and my stomach dropped.
Jeon Jungkook sat at the back of the class, leaning lazily in his chair, eyes fixed on me, that same unreadable smile playing on his lips.
I looked away quickly, forcing myself to focus on the lecture.
After class, as I packed my bag, someone slid into the seat beside me.
“You’re the new student, right?”
I turned to see a girl smiling warmly.
“I’m Hana,” she said. “You looked like you needed a friend.”
Relief washed over me. “I’m Y/N.”
Another girl joined us, adjusting her glasses.
“I’m Mina. And… I heard what happened earlier.”
My shoulders stiffened. “Already?”
Hana nodded. “Yeah. Especially when it involves Jungkook.”
Mina lowered her voice. “You should be careful. He doesn’t let things go.”
As we walked through the hallway together, I began noticing it—the way people moved aside for Jungkook, the way conversations dropped, the way even professors seemed cautious around him.
“He’s powerful,” Hana whispered. “His family funds a lot of things here.”
That explained everything.
At lunch, the three of us sat together, sharing food and quiet laughter. For the first time that day, I felt almost normal.
Then the atmosphere shifted.
The cafeteria grew tense.
I looked up—and there he was.
Jungkook stood across the room, talking to his friends. One of them whispered something, making him smirk as his eyes met mine.
I looked away instantly.
“Does he always stare like that?” I muttered.
Hana sighed. “Only when he’s interested.”
That word made my chest tighten.
After lunch, as we headed toward the stairs, a familiar voice stopped me.
“Y/N.”
I turned slowly.
Jungkook stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his expression calm but dangerous.
“Careful,” he said quietly. “College can be difficult for people who don’t know their place.”
“And who decides that?” I asked, my voice steady.
His lips curved upward.
“I do.”
He walked past us as if the conversation meant nothing.
That night, when I got home, my mom sat in the living room surrounded by files, exhaustion clear on her face.
“There are some important business meetings coming up,” she said carefully. “You might hear some familiar names.”
Something twisted painfully in my chest.
Later, lying in bed, Jungkook’s face flashed in my mind—that cold smile, that confidence.
I didn’t know why, but I felt it.
My college life and my family’s business world were moving toward the same collision.
And I had a feeling—
Jeon Jungkook was standing right at the center of it.
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