Her Stepbrothers

Chapter 15

Recap:

I reached my class and sat at my desk. When the teacher arrived, the exam started, and it turned out to be quite easy. Taehyung oppa was unnecessarily worried.

Within half an hour, I completed the exam, submitted my paper, and left the room. Deciding to head to the library, I found an empty table, placed my head on it, and closed my eyes, feeling sleepy from not having slept all night.

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Y/N POV:

After an hour, I woke up feeling refreshed. Rubbing my eyes, I sighed and realized I was hungry. I got up and headed towards my locker, retrieving my banana milk and taking a few sips.

The corridors were relatively empty, with only a few students passing by, indicating that exam was still ongoing. Deciding to take a break, I made my way to the ground.

As I reached the ground, I noticed only a few students sitting in groups, while a couple of guys played football nearby. Sighing, I settled on the stairs, leaning back as I sipped my banana milk.

My gaze drifted upwards to the sky, and a soft chuckle escaped me as I contemplated the absurdity of my existence.

Glancing at the circle of students, I couldn't help but notice two girls in the group who were exceptionally pretty.

A pang of jealousy flickered within me as I entertained the thought that perhaps my lack of beauty  was the reason people never seemed to connect with me.

Time skip ~

After the exam concluded, I found myself standing outside the school, waiting for my brother. Spotting Taehyung approaching in his car from the university parking area, I made my way over and hopped into the passenger seat.

He then smiled a little while looking at me and said, "How was the exam?" I then replied in a low voice, "It was fine." He then said, "Will you be able to pass?" I then silently hummed.

As he navigated the car through the bustling streets, I found myself lost in thought, observing the hurried movements of the people around us.

Some were dressed in casual attire, while others wore formal business suits, each person immersed in their own world, their own set of priorities. It was a constant hustle and bustle, a never-ending cycle of activity.

As I watched the endless stream of individuals rushing from one place to another, a wave of introspection washed over me. What drove them to push themselves so relentlessly? Was it the pursuit of success, the desire for financial stability, or perhaps something deeper, something more elusive?

In the midst of the chaos, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to life than this perpetual rush. Were people truly happy in their relentless pursuit of wealth and success, or were they merely slaves to societal expectations, trapped in a cycle of endless striving?

Lost in contemplation, I couldn't shake the feeling of disillusionment that washed over me. What was the point of it all if it only led to exhaustion and emptiness?

As Taehyung continued to drive, the cityscape blurred past, each passing moment only deepening my sense of existential uncertainty.

As I reflected on my own situation, I realized that, in many ways, I was no different from the people bustling around me. Like them, I was ensnared in the relentless cycle of life, caught up in the pursuit of goals and dreams that often felt elusive and unattainable.

However, amidst the chaos and exhaustion, there was one crucial difference that set me apart. While others may have been caught in the earlier stages of the cycle, still fueled by ambition and hope, I found myself teetering on the brink of exhaustion, nearing the final stage of disillusionment.