Meanwhile, Jungkook sat in his room, restless. He scrolled through his phone, staring at your chat window, typing and deleting messages. His boys teased him, but he stayed silent. Because deep inside, he knew — Taehyung had entered your life. And everything was about to change.
It was a normal morning on campus. The sun was soft, students were rushing to lectures, and you walked with Sol Hee toward the main building.
Taesung waved from across the courtyard, holding his poetry notebook.
As you reached the steps, Taehyung appeared, tall and calm, carrying his sketchbook.
He smiled warmly.
Taehyung: "Good morning, Y/n. Did you sleep well?"
Y/n:laughing softly "Barely. I was up finishing that essay."
Taehyung: "I knew it. You always push yourself too much."
He walked beside you, his pace matching yours.
Sol Hee glanced at you with a teasing grin, then slipped away toward Taesung, leaving you and Taehyung alone.
In class,
Taehyung sat next to you again. The professor droned on about assignments, but
Taehyung leaned closer, whispering.
Taehyung: "You know, you look different today."
Y/n:raising an eyebrow "Different how?" Taehyung: "Like… softer. Maybe it's the light. Or maybe it's just you."
You felt your cheeks warm.
You tried to focus on the lecture, but his words lingered. Jungkook, sitting across the room, noticed the way Taehyung leaned toward you.
His pen tapped harder against the desk, his jaw tight.
At lunch,
you sat under a tree with Sol Hee and Taesung.
Taehyung joined, carrying two drinks. He handed one to you.
Taehyung: "I thought you might need this. You always forget to drink water."
Y/n:smiling softly "You notice too much."
Taehyung: "That's because you're worth noticing."
The words hung in the air.
Sol Hee giggled, Taesung smiled knowingly. You looked down, hiding your blush. From a distance, Jungkook sat with his boys, watching. His friends teased him:
Boy: "She's already falling for Taehyung."
Jungkook:mutters "Shut up."
Later, in the library, you and Taehyung worked side by side.
He leaned over your notebook, his shoulder brushing yours.
Taehyung: "Your handwriting is beautiful. It feels like art."
Y/n:laughing nervously "It's just notes."
Taehyung: "No. It's you. Everything you do has a kind of grace."
He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was tender, almost too intimate. You froze, heart racing.
Y/n: "Taehyung…"
Taehyung:softly "Don't worry. I just… wanted to see your face clearly."
You couldn't reply.
The silence between you was louder than words.
Across the room, Jungkook entered with Sol Hee, laughing loudly.
He sat close to her, brushing her hand as he passed her a book.
He glanced at you, smirked faintly, and leaned closer to Sol Hee.
Jungkook: "You should let me help you with this.
You'll get lost in these notes." Sol Hee blushed, smiling.
You saw it. You felt it. The jealousy burned.
That evening, walking out of campus,
Taehyung walked beside you again. The sky was painted in pink and gold.
Taehyung: "Today felt… different. I don't know why."
Y/n:quietly "Maybe because you keep saying things that make me think too much."
Taehyung: smiling softly "Then I'll keep saying them. Because I like seeing you smile."
You laughed, shaking your head, but your heart raced.
Behind you, Jungkook walked with Sol Hee, his arm brushing hers, his voice loud enough for you to hear.
Jungkook: "You know, Sol Hee, you're the only one who actually listens to me."
You clenched your jaw, looking away. Taehyung noticed, his voice calm.
Taehyung: "Ignore him. He's just trying to get to you."
Y/n:sighing "But it's working."
Taehyung: "Then don't let it. You know I'm just your friend. But him… he's the one who's complicated."
That night, lying in bed, you replayed everything.
Taehyung's gentle touch, his words, his smile.
Jungkook's calculated gestures with Sol Hee. The emotions tangled together — attraction, jealousy, confusion.
You whispered to yourself: "Taehyung is just my friend. But why does Jungkook's jealousy feel so personal?"
And somewhere across campus, Jungkook sat in his room, staring at his phone, restless.
He had tried to make you jealous, but instead, he felt more tangled than ever. His rivalry with you had turned into something deeper, something he couldn't control.
The next week at college felt heavier, more real — the excitement of the first days had settled, and now the rhythm of lectures, assignments, and group projects began.
You walked into the main lecture hall with Sol Hee, the chatter of students echoing around. Taesung was already seated, scribbling lines of poetry in the margin of his notebook.
Jungkook came in with his boys, loud as always, but his eyes flicked toward you before he sat down.
The professor entered, a tall man with glasses who commanded silence instantly.
"Class," he said firmly, "today we begin our first group project.
You'll be divided randomly, and each group will present at the end of the month." The room buzzed with whispers.
When the names were read, you found yourself grouped with Sol Hee, Taesung, Jungkook… and Taehyung. The mix made your stomach twist.
Sol Hee clapped happily, Taesung smiled calmly, Jungkook leaned back with a smirk, and Taehyung gave you a soft nod.
Later, in the library, the group gathered around a large table. Sol Hee spread out her notes, Taesung suggested creative ideas, and Taehyung leaned in to discuss structure.
Jungkook sat opposite you, tapping his pen, watching the way Taehyung spoke to you.
Sol Hee: "We should divide tasks. Y/n, you're best at research. Taesung, you can handle writing. Jungkook, visuals. Taehyung, presentation."
Taehyung:smiling "Sounds fair. Y/n, I'll coordinate with you on the outline."
Jungkook: snapping "Why do you always need to coordinate with her? Do your part." The table went silent.
Sol Hee glanced nervously,
Taesung cleared his throat.
Y/n: calmly "It's fine. We'll all work together."
The tension lingered, but the group pushed forward.