~~Chiyeonn~~{Book 7}

The Encounter.

The bustling streets of Seoul were alive with the vibrancy of a new semester. Students filled the campus grounds, some with excitement, others with indifference. Among them was Chiquita, her expression as cold and unyielding as ever. Dressed in a sleek, black leather jacket, her dark hair slightly tousled, she effortlessly turned heads. The girls whispered and giggled as she passed, but Chiquita paid no mind. She had perfected the art of indifference, and nothing—except maybe her own turbulent thoughts—could penetrate the icy walls she had built around herself.

Meanwhile, Ahyeon strolled across campus, her bag slung over one shoulder, a bright smile on her face. She wore a pastel pink dress that fluttered in the breeze, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. She waved at her friends, Rora and Rami, who were waiting by the fountain.

"Ahyeon! Over here!" Rora called, waving energetically.

Ahyeon rushed over to them, her smile growing wider. "Hey, guys! Can you believe we're finally in college? It feels surreal!"

Rami chuckled. "Well, you look like you're ready to conquer the world, as always."

"Of course, I am!" Ahyeon beamed. "This is going to be the best year ever. We're going to have so much fun!"

As they chatted, a sleek, black motorcycle pulled up near the entrance, drawing everyone's attention. The engine roared, and as the rider dismounted, the students couldn't help but stare. Chiquita took off her helmet, her sharp, striking features revealed. She ran a hand through her hair, her jaw set and eyes cold.

"Who's that?" Rami whispered, clearly intrigued. "She looks... intense."

Ahyeon glanced over, her curiosity piqued. "I don't know, but she looks like she's in a constant bad mood," she said, giggling softly. "Still, she does have a cool vibe."

Chiquita noticed the attention but ignored it, heading straight into the main building. She didn't care for the stares or whispers. In her mind, she was just here to survive another day.

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Inside the College Building:

Chiquita navigated the crowded hallways, her mind already preoccupied with the classes she needed to attend and the projects she was supposed to start. She wasn't here to make friends or entertain distractions. She had one goal: graduate, get a degree, and live independently, far from her mother's shadow.

As she walked, a blur of pink suddenly collided with her. Papers flew everywhere, and Chiquita instinctively grabbed the person to steady them. When she looked down, she saw Ahyeon, who was now staring up at her with wide, startled eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Ahyeon blurted out, quickly gathering her scattered papers. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

Chiquita bent down and picked up a few sheets, handing them to Ahyeon. "It's fine," she said, her voice low and calm. She was about to walk away when she noticed Ahyeon was still staring at her.

"Thank you," Ahyeon said, her voice softer this time. She couldn't help but notice how striking Chiquita looked up close—the sharpness of her jawline, the intensity in her eyes. "I, um... I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?"

Chiquita hesitated, not used to small talk. "Yeah," she replied curtly. "Just transferred."

"Ah, cool! I'm Ahyeon," she said, offering a bright smile. "Maybe I'll see you around?"