~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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The next day, as the sun painted the campus with its golden hues, Jimin walked nervously through the university corridors. He was determined to put the incident with the wealthy boy behind him and focus on his studies. However, fate had other plans in store.
As he turned a corner, Jimin suddenly found himself face-to-face with the same boy from the previous day. Their collision was as unexpected as it was accidental, sending Jimin's books scattering across the floor.
Startled, Jimin immediately began picking up his fallen books, his heart racing. But before he could utter a word, the boy's voice sliced through the air, dripping with condescension.
"You again?" the boy sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "Honestly, do you have a radar for trouble or are you just naturally clumsy?"
Jimin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he hurriedly tried to collect his books.
"I swear it was an accident," he stammered, his voice shaky.
The boy's eyes narrowed as he watched Jimin scramble to gather his belongings.
"Accident or not, you really need to be more careful," he chided, his tone filled with superiority.
"And look at your clothes and your style. Oh god, It's like you're trying to impersonate a student here. You're not fooling anyone with that cheap attire." Jimin couldn't help but feel humiliated once more, as the boy continued.
The accusation stung, and Jimin's face burned with shame. He couldn't understand why this boy was so fixated on him. He had no desire to gain attention in such a negative way.
As the boy turned to leave, Jimin couldn't resist asking, "Why do you keep running into me then? Is this some kind of game for you?"
"Believe me, I have better things to do than play games with someone like you. Just stay out of my way." The boy's laughter was mirthless as he replied.
The wealthy boy didn't stop at his condescending remarks. He seemed determined to make Jimin feel smaller with every word.
"Oh, or you're still stalking me?" the boy said with a mocking chuckle. "I suppose I should have expected that from someone like you."
Jimin's cheeks burned with a mixture of anger and humiliation. He had had enough of the insults and accusations. He clenched his fists, trying to maintain his composure.
But the boy wasn't finished. His voice turned sharp, and he leaned in closer, his words dripping with malice.
"Listen carefully," he warned, his eyes locked onto Jimin's. "I don't want to see you anywhere near me. You don't belong here, and you never will. If I ever catch you trying to gain attention again, there will be consequences."
Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he absorbed the threat. He felt a chill run down his spine, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of consequences the boy was alluding to.
