When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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FAINT, INDISTINGUISHABLE MURMURS followed me around the university the next day.
It seemed as if the entire student populace had found out something incredibly interesting about me overnight, something that I myself was so far unaware of, and couldn't cease discussing it.
"Yah, look there. That's Kim Y/N right? The freshman everyone's talking about?" Pausing hesitantly, I turned to find the face behind the shrilly whispered voice. But I couldn't. There were too many people in the class and everyone seemed to be talking.
Instinctively wrapping my fingers tightly around my pen, I let my thumb trail upwards until the periodic clicking noise of metal against metal was all I could hear. Tuning out all the noise and the incessant whispering, I forced myself to stare right ahead until the professor arrived.
Knowing that everyone was talking about me, about something that concerned me but I had no knowledge of, was beginning to unnerve me, and I could feel my palms growing sweaty under the desk.
I had heard my name repeated over and over a thousand times already since morning and my patience was running thin. I didn't know how much longer I could bear the curious gazes thrown my way, some envious, some judging and others downright disparaging. Like they all wanted nothing but for me to disappear. It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.
"Hi, you're Kim Y/N right?" The train of my thoughts broken, I looked up to find a pink haired girl beaming down at me. Her smile possessed a genuine cheerfulness that immediately drew me in as she slid into the seat right next to me. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," She smiled wider as I slowly nodded, returning her grin with a smile of my own.
"Oh... n-no," I mumbled, shyly observing the girl as she pulled out her laptop from her bag, placing it on top of the desk before turning to look at me again.
"I'm sorry I didn't really ask you before taking the seat," She started awkwardly, giving me a mildly sheepish smile. "Were you waiting for someone else? A friend, maybe?"
"No, it's not like that," I shook my head, waving my hands to gesture that she needn't leave. "You can sit here." I told her. "I was just wondering how you knew my name."
The girl laughed. "What are you talking about?" She looked at me amused. "How could I not know your name when practically everyone is talking about you? I'd have to be deaf to not know."
My face heated. I clenched my fingers around the folders lying in my lap. "Wh-What are they talking about?" My voice sounded strangely hoarse and I couldn't believe that yet again in my life there had come a day where I was going to have to deal with malicious rumours and intrusive eyes.
The last time it happened—and I still hadn't forgetten it—I had been a high schooler in Seoul trying to manoeuvre my way through hordes of students, all of them eyeing me warily and whispering amongst themselves as I passed.
