~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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Jimin entered his dorm room, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anxiety. After freshening up, he collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The encounter with Yoongi during lunch weighed heavily on his mind.
"What was that all about? Why does Yoongi seem to hate me so much? I just wanted to be friends with Taehyung... Is that so wrong?" He spoke softly to himself, his voice reflecting his uncertainty.
"I can't let Yoongi's anger get to me. I need to be strong and face this situation. I won't let it ruin my friendship with Taehyung."
Jimin's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he contemplated the complexities of his university life, feeling determined to overcome the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead.
As Jimin lay on his bed, his fear of another encounter with Yoongi gnawed at him.
"But I can't deny it, I'm scared of him. If he sees me with Taehyung again, I don't know what he might do. I don't want to cause any trouble, but I also don't want to lose Taehyung's friendship." He whispered to himself, his voice tinged with trepidation.
"Maybe I should talk to Taehyung about it, and let him know what happened. But I don't want to burden him with my problems. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place." Jimin's mind raced as he considered his options.
His fingers tapped nervously on the bedspread as he continued to ponder the delicate balance between his desire for friendship and his fear of confrontation with Yoongi.
"I can't tell Taehyung about this... I'm scared that if Yoongi finds out, he might make things even worse. Taehyung is his family, after all." He mumbled to himself, his voice barely audible.
Jimin's thoughts swirled with apprehension as he considered talking to Taehyung. However, his fear of Yoongi held him back.
"I don't want to burden Taehyung with my problems, and I don't want to jeopardize our friendship. But this fear of Yoongi is suffocating me."
His unease grew as he contemplated the complexity of the situation.
Jimin's curiosity about Yoongi was undeniable, despite the fear he felt. He couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic senior.
"Who is Yoongi, really? There's something about him that's so intimidating. His aura, it's... powerful." He whispered to himself, his voice a mix of intrigue and trepidation.
His fingers fidgeted with the edge of the bedsheet as he continued to muse, "I want to understand why he dislikes me so much. What did I do to earn his anger? But at the same time, I'm scared of what I might find out."
Jimin's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he contemplated the mysterious senior and the complexities of the social dynamics at the university. The desire to unravel the enigma that was Yoongi battled with his fear, creating a constant inner struggle.
As Jimin's thoughts drifted to Yoongi's mysterious aura, he couldn't deny the strange fascination he felt. It was as if he were drawn to the senior's enigmatic presence.
"There's something about his aura that's captivating. It's like I'm falling under his spell, even though he intimidates me." He admitted to himself, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.
"I want to understand what makes him tick, what lies behind that cold exterior. But I also can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his presence." He shifted on his bed, his mind consumed by the intrigue.
Jimin's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling as he contemplated this strange pull he felt toward Yoongi. It was a fascination he couldn't quite explain, and it only added to the complexity of his feelings about the senior.
As Jimin lay on his bed, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic Yoongi, his stomach suddenly growled, breaking the spell of his contemplation. He sighed and pushed his thoughts aside, reminding himself that he needed to eat. With a reluctant sigh, he rose from the bed, his movements a mixture of exhaustion and hunger.
Jimin made his way to the kitchen, each step carrying the weight of his earlier thoughts. He thoughtfully prepared a simple meal, his mind still lingering on the complexities of his university life. The aroma of the food filled the air, but Jimin ate in silence, his thoughts a swirl of curiosity about Yoongi and the uncertainty of the upcoming party.
After finishing his meal, he diligently washed the dishes, each plate and utensil cleaned with care, his mind focused on the task at hand. The sound of running water was a soothing backdrop to his thoughts.
Back in his room, Jimin turned his attention to his homework. He studied diligently, his expressions shifting from determination to frustration as he tackled various subjects. Time seemed to blur as he immersed himself in his work.
As the clock struck 11 p.m., Jimin finally decided to call it a night. He knew he needed a good night's sleep to prepare for the next day at the university. With a sense of purpose, he prepared for bed, knowing that the challenges and mysteries of university life awaited him in the morning.
