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Jimin stood in front of the towering university building, inhaling deeply as he prepared himself for another monotonous day of lectures and solitude. He adjusted the strap of his bag, exhaling slowly before stepping inside. His sharp eyes flitted over the schedule posted on the bulletin board, double-checking the room number before heading toward his class.
The moment he walked in, a familiar wave of hushed whispers and lingering gazes greeted him. Jimin wasn’t oblivious to the attention he received—he knew that people found him intriguing, but it wasn’t for the reasons one might assume. It was a mixture of curiosity and admiration, maybe even jealousy. He was the top scholar, the quiet yet untouchable student who never sought friendships, never participated in idle gossip, and never seemed to belong.
Ignoring the stares, he made his way to his usual seat by the window, resting his bag on the desk. The warm sunlight filtered through the glass, casting a golden glow over his pale skin. Jimin loved sitting by the window—it was the closest he ever felt to freedom.
As the professor entered, the room fell silent, and the lesson began. Jimin focused intently, his mind absorbing every bit of information like a sponge. He took meticulous notes, his pen gliding effortlessly across the page. Learning had always been his escape—his way of ensuring he never had to depend on anyone but himself.
Before long, the bell rang, signaling lunchtime. The students quickly gathered their belongings, chatting animatedly as they made their way out of the room. Jimin, however, remained seated, staring at the empty desk in front of him.
He never went to the cafeteria.
While his classmates enjoyed their meals, Jimin pulled out his headphones, plugging them into his phone before stepping outside. The cool breeze rustled his hair as he wandered toward the university garden—a place he often sought refuge in.
Finding an empty bench, he sat down, closing his eyes as soft melodies filled his ears. Music was his solace, a momentary escape from the loneliness that clung to him like a second skin.
For a brief moment, he let himself pretend. Pretend that he wasn’t alone. Pretend that when he opened his eyes, someone would be sitting beside him, laughing, teasing, offering him a bite of their lunch. But when the bell rang, pulling him back to reality, he was once again left with nothing but silence.
Reluctantly, he tucked his headphones away and returned to class.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures and routine. When the final bell rang, marking the end of his university day, Jimin gathered his things and boarded the bus, resting his head against the cool window. He watched as the city passed by in streaks of color and light, lost in his own thoughts.
By the time he arrived home, the sky had begun to darken. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, the empty silence greeting him like an old friend. He dropped his bag onto the table with a dull thud before collapsing onto the couch.
