She was the moon- quiet, hidden, hauntingly beautiful.
He was the sun- loud, golden, impossible to ignore.
But they couldn't escape the eclipse of sadness.
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Kim Y/n, a gifted yet struggling artist, steps into the Seoul National Un...
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Y/N's POV
The classroom buzzed softly, nothing loud, just the casual chatter of students returning from their one-week break.
I sat in my usual spot, quietly flipping through my notebook.
Just then, my gaze fell on a page where I had sketched a camera.
It somehow reminded me of him, Jimin.
Somehow... lately, the world felt different.
A juice box suddenly slid onto my desk, interrupting my thoughts.
I looked up, surprised, only to find Jimin settling into the seat beside me like he owned it.
"Didn't know if you'd like chocolate, and didn't know any other choices of yours," he said nonchalantly, offering me two options. "So I brought these both."
"Why are you giving me juice?" I asked cautiously, suspicious.
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you thank people now?"
"I'm just trying to understand your sudden transformation into a generous middle schooler," I teased, eyeing the drinks.
He chuckled. "Okay, ouch. Just pick one before I change my mind."
I reached for the grape one, then looked at him curiously. "You're being nice lately.."
"Only for you sweetheart~"
I blinked, caught off guard.
Before I could say anything, he added with a sly smirk, "but don't get used to it."
I rolled my eyes and muttered lowly, "Jerk.."
But I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips as I turned back to my book.
He stayed quiet beside me, sipping his juice. It wasn't awkward.
Just... comfortable.
And I hated how much I liked it.
Jimin's POV
I'm going insane.
I don't know what's happening to me.
But I'm sure that the plan isn't going as it's supposed to.
She was still the same girl I had once bullied.
Still the girl I was supposed to break.
But these days, the plan felt more and more like a distant echo.
Every time she laughed or looked at something with those soft eyes, I forgot the stupid dare.
And that shit is scaring me.
I try hard to distract myself, but at the end, all I'm thinking about is her.
