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#fighton! ✱ 1 | bts

synopsis. like every college, this one also has gossip and drama to fill the hallways, as well as lot’s of parties and games to attend. but when two of the most popular groups start to collide the whole campus goes into havoc. suddenly all eyes are on them. what will be the final outcome of this clash of clans?

📕 this is a revamp; the old archive is here

pairing. bts x oc's

genre. college au + fluff + slice of life + smut + angst

word count. 10249

warnings. foul language, tension, fights, and jungkook being called virgin boy 24/7

a/n. to celebrate a special day with lots of special people ♡ here's to everything we've been through together, we are forever~

✱ chapters. #1 - #2

“Good morning, South!” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the halls of his college, and even though he should sound excited, his tone was drained and maintained in a monotone. A really, really, bored and sleepy one. 

Yoongi was responsible for the radio station. Well, one of them actually, but his regularity inside the dark booth was so prominent, that no one else knew who the others responsible were. 

On duty days he had to wake up extra early to be able to do all the announcements for the university, as required. It was his giant love for music that made him volunteer to take care of the station — that and the fact he really enjoyed being alone. Having the studio all for himself in a building filled with young adults was like having the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. 

And to those said young adults, having him there was more than a benefit. The halls were always filled with good music. 

“We’ll have pizza for lunch today — which in all honesty is golden even for the students who aren’t broke — and don’t forget! Saturday we have the volley male team game. If you miss it, you’re not a Trojan…” He ended his morning announcement by inciting the students with yet again another sarcastic remark. 

He was about to prepare the playlist to be played for the rest of the day around campus when he heard a knock on the door. 

Getting up tiredly from his chair, he exited the station booth to the lounge — which was currently empty much to his happiness — and went towards the door. He was about to get overly grumpy, not wanting to have meaningless morning conversations when her face showed on the other side. Carolina. A smile immediately formed on his face. 

“My lifesaver!” He says, a glint of relief reflected in his eyes, as he swings an arm around her neck, pulling her inside. She was holding two coffee cups and although one was for him, he didn’t wait much before grabbing it with a cheeky smile. 

“Oh, good morning for you too, sir!” She chuckles amused. “What’s up for today?” 

“I guess pizza for lunch?” She sees him scrunching his nose, pondering his options, which makes her laugh. “I’m getting too old to read these announcements. They sound ridiculous! Namjoon should definitely have a heart-to-heart with his dad…” 

Almost every morning Yoongi had to talk with the principal to receive the announcements. It was a mix of headaches and second-hand embarrassment every damn time. 

“You’re still in your twenties, Yoongs…” Carolina rolled her eyes with a smile insisting on escaping through the corners of her mouth. “But yeah, pizza sounds nice for someone who only slept three hours — I think? And still has volley practice to attend.” She sank into his embrace further, lacking the energy. “I need the carbs. Desperately.” 

“You’re also getting too old for that. See?!” He teases and she yawns. 

“Team granddads, always.” The reply sounds muffled, her face resting directly on the curve of his neck. 

“Can you keep one eye open though to help me with today’s playlist? There’s still a couple of songs I need to add and I always trust your taste.” 

As he asks it, Carolina seems to gain life, straightening her back once again. “Sure! What vibe are we setting today?” There was nothing more pleasing than to hear the songs you liked being played through the halls, and this girl, in particular, loved sharing her musical references with Yoongi. 

“We have to go more college vibes,” He said throwing air marks and mocking the principal’s tone. “So help me out here. No swear words either.” He scoffs. 

“Oh god, we’ve gone preppy…” She sighs as he sits on his chair once again and she finds a spot at the end of his lap, checking the list Yoongi already had. He casually drank his coffee waiting for her ideas. “Hmm, what about cosmos midnight? They have a nice vibe and could cheer your morning up… Something like- Talk To Me?” 

“Like I said before: my lifesaver.” He gave her a soft squeeze on her waist and she looked over her shoulder to smile back at him. 

Carolina and Yoongi would seem like a couple to everyone that passed by them. They were both crazy affectionate with one another, which was strange considering they weren’t like that to anybody else — especially Yoongi. But in reality, it was just a genuine friendship. They are very similar, which helps, but also very comfortable in each other’s presence to the point of not touching being weird. It could be anything really, side hugs, cuddles, intertwined hands… The only thing that kept them from indeed dating one another was the fact they praised their friendship way too much. That and the fact Carolina now had her eye out for a mystery drawing guy. 

“Let me add that one to the playlist and we’re good to go.” 

“And where we might be going?” She asked slumping on his chest and making him laugh. 

“Cafeteria, you lazy ass. I’m starving!” 

“I always forget how much you can eat whenever you have a game coming,” She laughs it out getting up from his lap. 

“I love playing, but I really do hate the intense practice…” He mused and once again swung his arm around her neck as he closed the door of the radio station, heading towards the cafeteria. 

By this time of the day, the corridors of the university were beginning to get flowed with people who had morning classes to attend, which consisted mostly of all the freshmen and juniors. And there were two juniors in particular that were always the theme of conversation around here. Eyes were glued to them wherever they went. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, the inseparable childhood friends. 

Taehyung, majoring in Fine Arts, was as eccentric as it could get. He would often change his hair, some said it went according to his mood, which now was blue. And how he manages to look like a god in every color possible it’s worth hours of debate, which every girl and every guy would pleasingly go through. And contrary to his exterior looks, he was the kindest person on earth too. That only contributed to the swarm of people swooning over him. 

As for Jimin, well, Performative Arts major and also head of the football team. How he got both going said a lot about him. He was appointed to being the official quarterback ever since he first set foot in this college, and between that and his stunning stages, he got to be undoubtedly the most popular guy in the entire university — maybe even state — in a glimpse. 

And the curious part comes now. Despite both of them being best friends and overly popular, when it came to their social circles, they didn’t belong to the same groups. Much like their own personal interests, their little troupe is polar opposites. That doesn’t mean they don’t support each other or even talk about everything. The major interest in the halls — although more and more scarce — is if they trade secrets behind their friends’ backs. 

“And then,” Taehyung was balling his eyes out laughing, “The seagull flew right from under the barrel next to the big one’s and I was getting all soft but the video- The video stopped and it switched to that meme of Nemo-” 

“Fish fish fish fish fish!” Jimin started singing with balled fists enthusiastically, also laughing loudly. Taehyung joined him in the chanting. 

“Why did you stop?” The youngest asked after a couple of ‘fish’ chanted, realizing he was doing it alone. 

“Look! There’s Deo. Let’s go to her!” Jimin dismissed his friend, dragging him by the arm towards the girl. She had her attention on her locker, stuffing some books inside. “Morning, baby!” He said cheerfully over her shoulder, and Taehyung just leaned on the locker facing the crowd passing by. 

“Morning!” She replied smiling widely and turning around to give him a tight hug. “Oh- hi.” She added, noticing Taehyung standing close by. 

“Hey.” He nodded. 

“Oh, c’mon guys. You already know each other, no need to be shy!” Jimin chuckled lightly, pushing Deo a bit closer to Taehyung. 

“So… How’s it going?” 

“Good!” Deo answered almost immediately, turning again to her locker to grab a book. “Well, I gotta get to class. See you.” She pointed out, slamming her locker door and throwing a death stare at Jimin. And then she left. 

“Oook!” Taehyung broke the silence with a smack of his lips. “So are we seeing that movie tonight or what?” 

“That was weird…” Jimin kept looking at the place in the crowd where Deo had wandered off, completely absorbed in his thoughts. “She looked weird. Don’t you think?” He glanced back at Taehyung but his friend had crossed his arms and had a questioning raised eyebrow, expectant of an answer. “Uh? Oh, yeah! Yes! We are. What was the movie again?” Jimin smiled sheepishly, lost in the conversation. 

“I told you about it five times already,” Taehyung sighed. “That noir one.” 

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right. The noir one… Yeah, we can totally watch it tonight!” 

“‘Kay then. But don’t forget!” He said with warning eyes, pulling away from the lockers to get going. “Gotta go. I’m probably late again…” 

“I’ll be there!” Jimin said louder as Taehyung kept going farther away, but his eyes went back in search of Deo. For the popular guy he was, he suddenly felt abandoned, and worst of all by his two best friends. One was clearly mad at him, although the why of it wasn’t that clear… Still, he needed to do something about that. And with that in mind, he made his way to class. 

Nearby, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Hyori were sitting in the lounge near the smallest bar. The morning sun was so pleasing shining through the big windows that the latter made them sit outside to enjoy some vitamin C. And suddenly, this seemed the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to vent out his problems. He wasn’t one to talk about what worried him, even though he knew his friends were always available and supportive. He was just accustomed to dealing with stuff alone. But this time, he felt like needing a second opinion. 

“I just don’t understand where it came from!” Jungkook let out frustrated. “Yesterday everything was fine, and now this morning as soon as I set foot on campus somehow all eyes were on me… I got to know through a guy that came asking if I was a virgin because I wanted or because I had problems down there!” The day hadn’t even started and the words ‘virgin boy’ had already hunted him in the halls. 

“Maybe you just need to let it go. I haven’t heard anything like that so far… Try and focus on something else? You know how these things are, they die down if you don’t pay much mind-” Hoseok suggested. 

“It won’t! Everyone’s whispering about it.” 

“I bet it’s just a jealous guy spreading that around to piss you off-” Hoseok tried but got interrupted. 

“Wasn’t a guy.” Hyori finally said something gaining Jungkook’s full attention. “I might be completely wrong though because I don’t have evidence just the word of a girl I tutor…” 

“Just tell me!” 

“She said Carolina was the one telling her…” Hyori admitted and Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. 

“What Carolina?” Hoseok intervened curiously. “And she just started it out without no apparent reason?”

“I don’t know her face, so I don’t know how to explain… The girl just told me she was from the volley team?”

“Same as JK!” Hoseok exclaimed, “Did you piss her off over practice?” 

“Jungkook!” Hyori slapped his shoulder so he could get out of his head and pay attention to them. 

“She- She lives in my building? And we have some classes together… And sometimes practice.” He answered honestly still in trance. “But I don’t remember having any interaction with her?” 

“You either did something and you’re just not remembering because boys never pay attention enough or she just likes to rile you up and it’s working,” Hyori commented. 

“I don’t think I did?” Jungkook kept rummaging his brain after some kind of interaction they might have had. 

“Maybe she has a crush?” Hoseok shrugged and Jungkook looked over to Hyori questioning. He needed girl intuition. “Even if it’s a weird way to call for attention… I mean- Virgin boy?” Hoseok bit down a burst of laughter. 

“Hmm… That’s an option, I guess? Who is she anyway?” Hyori asked curiously. She normally had a lot of information to share since the majority of students she tutored around campus loved a good gossip, but not always knew who they were talking about. 

“I don’t know how to explain it to you… She has half her hair dyed. Like the bottom half.” Jungkook said it as if was impossible for Hyori not to know who the girl was by that description. “Ah but really why did she start that?!” 

“Outstanding description!” Hoseok teased making him huff. “Here. Found her through the volley team account!” He passed the phone over to Hyori. 

“Ok… Isn’t this the girl that dates that troublemaker? The radio guy?” Hyori said scrolling down Carolina’s posts. “She seems bad news… I know for a fact they are always on that radio booth together, so I think it’s unlikely she’s pinning over another guy.” 

“She’s dating Yoongi?” Jungkook muttered more to himself in realization than anything. “Ok but— What should I do? About the whole virgin boy thing…” 

“Tell her to stop?” Hoseok sighed. “And if she doesn’t, I don’t know… Maybe just tease back!” He said jokingly but the other two didn’t take it that way. 

“Oh, that’s a good option… I mean, the worst that can happen is her boyfriend beating you up but he’s way smaller than you so you probably have a chance.” Hyori pondered and Jungkook thought about having to start a fight with Yoongi. “Or! She will beat you up.” 

“I can’t start a fight with my roommate though.” Jungkook chuckled. 

“Maybe that’s why she started this! Because he asked her to?” Hoseok was confused by his own track of thoughts. 

“The fact is we don’t even know if it was really her…” Hyori started, still scrolling down the other girl’s feed. “I’m betting she’s the culprit cause look- She totally has the ‘I’m causing trouble tonight’ style, but! You never know. We can’t go around accusing people out of nowhere…” 

“I feel like that’s exactly what you’re doing right now,” Hoseok commented laughing. 

“But why though??? Like. Why?” Jungkook was still pissed off he didn’t have the answers or the solution to this nonsense. The last thing he needed was a weird rumor about him going around right before an official match. 

“Ok, that’s it. Off to class both of you!” Hoseok got up and started pulling them with him. 

“Wha-” Jungkook started to protest but Hyori cut him off. 

“Let’s go, virgin boy! Can’t arrive late and ruin my perfect academic life.” Both she and Hoseok started laughing realizing the boy in question was cursing under his breath. 

As the group parted ways, Hyori walked at a fast pace to her class. She hated being late but the conversation with the boys took more of her time than she was expecting, and she couldn’t afford to lose any word that left the teacher’s mouth. 

When she got to her physics class, there were only a couple of seats vacant and she took the one that was nearest to the teacher’s table. That way she could still record the class in case she missed something and take notes later on at the dorm. 

She was in the middle of a way too long sentence when someone tapped on her shoulder. As she turned around, she saw Eunwoo, a boy from her class she wished she knew a lot better but never had the guts to go and talk to him before. 

“Sorry, can I take a peek at your notes? I can’t keep up the pace with her.” He smiled sheepishly. 

“Sure! Can you see like this?” The girl turned her laptop a little to his side, trying at the same time to hide how red her cheeks already were. 

The class continued but now Hyori was a little out of focus. She could still catch some words here and there, but the fact that Eunwoo was almost breathing down her neck was making her lose her senses. The only thing on her mind was the smell of his perfume that had quickly intoxicated all the air she was breathing. 

“Hey, it’s Hyori, right?” He asked leaning against the table as she was packing her stuff. The class had finally come to an end — She just didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. 

“Yes, that’s right”

“Well, uhm, thanks for helping me out during class! I pride myself on typing fast but I really can’t keep up with Mrs. Green,” He chuckled scratching the back of his neck and Hyori laughed alongside him. 

“It was nothing, really! But I get you, I sometimes record it in case I miss it,” 

“That’s clever,” He commented amusedly. “And uh… I was thinking… If you aren’t too busy maybe we could study together or something… After class?”

Hyori took a moment to breathe, being taken by surprise. “Sure! That would be great! Just say where and when!” Hearing that his eyes took a crescent moon shape yet again. But to her horror, she sounded way more cheerful and euphoric than she intended to. 

“Can I have your number? I have practice after class but we can check our schedules and set a date?” Eunwoo casually took his phone out of his pocket. 

“Of course! I have some tutoring to do as well, but sure, we’ll manage.” She laughed nervously as he handed his phone to her. 

“I’ll give you a ring then, so you can also have mine. Text you later, Hyori!” He grabbed his backpack and opened another killing smile to her, walking towards the door. 

“Bye!” She said dreamily, letting out a long sigh she didn’t even realize she was holding. Boy, she was starstruck. 

As Hyori left her class and made her way through the crowd, she spotted Jungkook with eyebrows furrowed staring intensely at his cellphone. He was probably waiting for her for them to meet Hoseok at the cafeteria. It was pizza day after all. No one could push them away from there. 

Unlike them, however, there was another group assembling in the halls. One that much preferred to eat outside and away from prying eyes. The fresh air didn’t make it to the top list of motives they always gathered on the bleachers, though. It was the peace and quietness that made it through to the first place. And since it was unusual for people to have lunch there, they had maybe half an hour to eat comfortably before the field would be filled with youngsters that wanted to lay down or play some ball. 

“Hey losers!” Carolina said approaching the boys. Yoongi came right beside her, with a hand on the back of her neck and the other holding his phone as a text popped up. He had this incessant tired look on his face like he had gone to bed too late. And he probably did. 

“Where were you this morning? I didn’t even see you,” Jin — the oldest of the group and also Carolina’s housemate — questioned. 

“I have classes starting at eight, remember? I don’t have your easy senior life.” She replied, sitting down next to Taehyung. He was currently sketching something in his journal, not really paying attention to the conversation or his surroundings. 

“After all these years I deserve a break don’t you think?” The oldest said chuckling. 

“Not really” 

“We’ll talk about that in two years… You’ll see.” 

“Where’s Namjoon by the way?” Yoongi asked making everyone, even Taehyung, look around for their friend. 

“Is he sick or something?” Carolina got worried. 

“Nah, I gave him a ride this morning…” Yoongi addressed her concerns. 

“He’ll probably show up in a few,” Jin commented returning his attention to the sandwich he was previously eating. 

“I bumped into him in the cafeteria earlier,” Taehyung had his eyes trailed on the paper resting on his leg, pencil moving swiftly in his hand. “I think his class ends a little after ours,”

“There he is!” Carolina pointed looking behind Jin. Namjoon had a fast pace and his hands were packed with large books. And although he was a little clumsy, he was a true catch. Tall, honey skin, charming dimples, cozy style, and a brain to die for. 

“Guys!” He called out astonished, “Did you hear it?!” 

“What happened this time?” Yoongi questioned uninterested, drinking from Jin’s coffee. 

“The rumor about JK being a virgin!” He spilled out and received different reactions. “You think it’s true? Like. He’s a nice kid and all but I didn’t think he was that nice,” Namjoon attempted to sit down and almost fell off the bleachers if it wasn’t for Jin and Taehyung holding him. 

“A virgin?” Taehyung scoffed. “I think he had a girlfriend or something… Jimin mentioned it once,” 

“Why do we even care? Let the kid be,” Yoongi said taking a bite of the sandwich that was in Carolina’s hand. 

“What would Jimin know though?” Carolina glanced at Taehyung, “And besides, I trust the theory of the purity ring he has on his finger all the time… Or the one about his willy-” 

“Like the Jonas brothers?” Jin interrupted her ready to have the laugh of his life. 

“That was even a thing?” Namjoon asked, completely lost. “Is he impotent though?” And to that Carolina nodded and muttered a ‘probably’. “Oh man, poor guy,” 

“And you seem to know a lot about the subject,” Yoongi addressed her with a smirk, “Odd!” 

“I happen to know because he has some classes with me that’s all…”

“I say we ask him gently on the way home today,” Jin suggested. “Maybe his father is a preacher… OR! He’s like those guys from Game of Thrones. How’s it called?” 

“Eunuch,” 

“No, his father is a designer, I know him,” Taehyung said casually. 

“He’s not a eunuch, for fucks sake,” Namjoon let out with a chuckle. “I’ve seen him around in boxers. He’s-” And instead of concluding the phrase he just gesticulated making everyone imagine what he was trying to say. 

“Ok!” Carolina said cutting the subject. “Can we now discuss the fact that Jin was caught trying to wear my bra yesterday, please?” 

“I SAID I WAS JUST DOING AN EXPERIMENT!” Jin burst and the others with him, but from laughter. 

“He was probably trying to open it with one hand only. You know, for practice,” Yoongi said in a monotone as if discussing the weather. 

“Bro, you could have said that… I would help,” Taehyung offered. 

“Wow,” Carolina looked at them. She couldn’t even act surprised anymore, this was practically her routine. 

“That’s some… Kinky shit right there,” Namjoon pointed out starting to eat his lunch. 

The group can seem a little odd to the outside viewers but they weren’t concerned about public opinion. They all had a lot in common, and not bothering to be anything but themselves was their first principle. 

Carolina and Taehyung had practically been raised together. Their parents were friends for a lifetime and to top that, they were also neighbors. When she came to college though, her schedule didn’t match his, and that’s how she ended up wandering around in some clubs trying to spend time and also trying to find someone to share her new apartment with. She would share it initially with Taehyung but unfortunately for her, he was already doing so with Jimin, his best friend. She didn’t have to search for long though, because on her very first week she somehow ended up in a vintage game conference and met Jin — a senior in college who was still desperate to get out of the campus dorm. And he even knew Taehyung, so it was a no-brainer to rent her spare room to him. Yes, he was a guy, but her parents were pretty open-minded, so was she, and if he knew Taehyung… Well, that was a major plus. 

In her second week, she met Namjoon, a nice and outspoken guy that was friends with Jin, and started casually sitting with them to grab some lunch. She only came to discover he was the son of the dean a month later when the group ended up in a mess — another common thing between them. Yoongi however, was a different case… Carolina met him because fate once more moved in her favor. 

In the building she lived in, there were more apartments and one of them belonged to Namjoon, who coincidently shared it with Yoongi and Jungkook (the now nominated college virgin boy according to Carolina, who may or may not have spread that rumor out). How did she discover that? Well, Jin asked Namjoon for a ride but turned out that Yoongi was actually the car owner and also the driver. Namjoon had never attempted to lay hands on a wheel. 

Yoongi was a tough one to crack at first, but once she unraveled they had the same music taste, they became really close. Nowadays, she will mostly spend her time skipping classes at the radio station, giving thoughts on Yoongi’s playlists whenever she is allowed to. 

In college, they mostly hang out in the bleachers because it is sunny and pretty far out of the rest of the campus population. And when it rains or it’s so cold they can’t stand being out, well, they either go to the lounge area to chat and eat something or to the big abandoned stairway located on the left-wing of the building. After classes, it’s always agreed to chill over at Jin and Carolina’s apartment since they have tried it once at Yoongi’s — seeing he isn’t one to get out of the house that much — and that didn’t go down that well. Carolina had arrived at the boys' apartment only to find Jungkook casually eating cereals just wearing boxers, and let’s just say she didn’t understand why he was there in the first place. 

The clock on her phone marked two o’clock sharp, and despite them being all super tired already, the day had to continue. They still had a couple of classes in the afternoon. The sun made them feel sleepy, especially after having their stomachs filled, so when they had to get up to go to class, it seemed more like a herd of zombies walking than actual human beings. 

The boys had this protective habit of walking Carolina to her class, so every day after lunch she was the first to arrive at whatever class she had. And as soon as she entered the door, they would disperse, each of them going off to their department. But today she decided to take her usual “sneak break” as soon as she set foot inside the room. She waited for the teacher to call out her name, announcing she was present, and soon after made her way out. 

Her trips to the broom closet were getting more and more usual. The girl gained this habit in her first week, and it became more and more regular when random doodles started to appear on the walls and door of the little space. It intrigued her. As far as she knew, she was the only habitant of the broom closet in the art department, and those drawings felt like hints, or even… Gifts. The smell of cigarettes made it even more appealing each time. She was absolutely dying to find who the mystery doodle person could be. 

Unfortunately, her time there had to be brief this time, she really needed to return to her photography class. And she wasn’t really in the mood that day. Carolina didn’t see the point of having a class like that if she wasn’t actually with a camera in hand, photographing stuff. She didn’t need to know how many pixels there were in how many centimeters. So, inspired by the doodles in her little safe haven, she scribbled on her own iPad. 

Everything was fine until she heard ‘pop quiz next week’ coming out of the teacher’s mouth. She wasn’t one to pay attention to her grades, but she really liked photography and this teacher. Somehow he was always very supportive of her, something none of her teachers so far had shown her, so the least she could do was to impress him enough. Her mind began racing and she looked around to see whom she could manage to get some info from, for the quiz. Her eyes stopped on a pair of scribbling hands. She really had no choice. 

“Psst, virgin boy,” Carolina called out none other than Jungkook. Despite very much unknown to her, he was the most familiar face she had in that class. And as he turned around, showing a fake uninterested semblance on his face, she continued. “Can I borrow your notebook real quick?” She whispered to him. 

“Why?” He asked, this time genuinely confused. If it was anyone else, or a different circumstance, Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to help someone out. He liked feeling helpful. But she was the culprit behind this whole ‘virgin boy’ rumor, and he didn’t even know why. 

Earlier on, he had overheard some girls from the volley team confirming the information Hyori had given him, about Carolina being the one spreading it, and it only pissed him further. He thought of confronting her about the subject but he wasn’t really a guy to pick fights like that… And besides, nothing he could do would change the fact everyone believed what they wanted to believe. 

“Dude, just help me out. I have zero things written down.” 

He looked at her still not following her track of thoughts. First, she badmouths him and now she asked for his notes… And there was also the fact that to him, she didn’t seem the type to care about stuff like this, she was always drawing or doing anything else but paying attention. At least in the classes they shared. But something about it intrigued him. From the way her expectant eyes were watching him to the real motive she wanted his notes specifically. 

“Fine.” He ended up saying. “But you owe me one,” He passed her his notebook, to which she grabbed firmly, not letting go of his gaze. 

“That’s not how it works, virgin boy,” He couldn’t help but snort. It was starting to piss him off this whole nickname thing. And the more he thought about it, about the reason behind it, the more bothered he would get. 

“Just hurry up.” 

“If I want to,” Carolina dismissed, opening the camera on her iPad and starting to take photos of the pages before her. 

“So what? You’re keeping my notebook?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk showing on his lips. 

“Why?” She paused the task to look at him curiously. “Is there something here I can’t see?” And he faltered his stance for a second, but a second was what it took for her to notice it and start imagining what she really could find between the pages of his book. 

“Browse away,” He pointed out the object with his head, “But if you want to keep something of mine, I can bring you a sweater. At least is comfier.” And the look he offered her, made her want to just kick his head out. 

“Is that you flirting with me, virgin boy?” She pressed on his new nickname, blood boiling. Jungkook snorted once again. 

“You wish. Just hurry up,” He turned back to face the board once again. “Or neither of us will pass the pop quiz next week. I need to write down what he’s saying.” 

“Here.” She said taking the last picture and handing him his notebook back. “And hurry up writing it down! I need the rest of it, thank you!” 

Once the class was over, Jungkook gathered his things and left. He had volleyball practice tonight so he wanted to go home and rest as soon as possible. Turns out he made a poor choice when he decided to stay up playing overwatch with some of his friends. 

He was about to leave the main hall when he heard someone call his name. Someone who was giving him lots of headaches lately. 

“Hey, virgin boy! You forgot the rest of the notes!” Carolina said almost sprinting to catch him. 

“Really? I think I got everything the teacher said?” He turned to face her, playing dumb. 

“No dumbass, you forgot to pass them on to me.” 

“I don’t think I did.” 

“But you did.” Carolina pushed back and he smirked. 

“Nope.” 

“Seriously,” She puffed. “Can you just stop this… Thing. And give me the notes? I really need them and you’re the most organized one so far. Plus your handwriting is- You know-”

“What?” He arched an eyebrow amused. “Pretty?” And she huffed rolling her eyes, completely impatient. “Well, maybe if you hadn’t started calling me virgin boy…” 

“It affects you that much, huh?” She narrowed her eyes looking at him, a smile threatening to pull at the corners of her mouth. 

The truth was: it was indeed Carolina starting the rumors. She didn’t plan for it to get that far, not even in her wildest dreams she thought the next day everyone around campus would be talking about it. But she underestimated Jungkook’s reputation, and the volley team’s integrity to keep a secret. 

It all started when their coach decided to appoint Jungkook — the ace of the boys' team — to watch a simple match between the girls. He was supposed to analyze their techniques and help the coach out to sort a better lineup since there was fresh blood coming in. Carolina was already the designed setter of the official team, and Jennifer — Jungkook’s unofficial booty call — was the designed captain, she was also a year older than the both of them. Same as Jungkook, she played in the wing spiker position. That day, the coach decided to make a team with Jennifer in charge and another with Carolina in charge since their game style differed quite a lot. 

Everything was going fine, until Carolina herself smashed a ball on the second touch, doing a feint, but Jennifer raised up to the net, trying to block it. The ball happened to be quick so the coach couldn’t really pinpoint if it touched the court line or not. But that didn’t matter to Carolina because she was sure it had hit Jennifer’s hand, therefore, the point was hers. 

At the time, Jennifer cried out to the coach Carolina was lying and the ball had not touched her attempt to block. The coach couldn’t solve the debate so he asked for a second opinion — Jungkook’s. He took a while to give the answer, and by the way he looked between the two girls, Carolina simply knew: he had seen the ball touching Jennifer’s hand, but she was also his booty call. So when he gave that point to Jennifer, she wasn’t surprised. Or hurt. Although it sucked losing a point like that, knowing she was supposed to have it. What came afterward though, was what truly pissed her off. 

She had stayed behind at the court talking strategies with the coach for their next game, after all, she was the setter on the team, and it was her obligation to think the game through. And she was certain the lockers would be empty by the time she went there to take a shower. But she was wrong. As soon as she opened the door, she overheard Jennifer and Jungkook’s voices talking about none other than herself. Jennifer had told him she didn’t know how a player like Carolina deserved to be frontline, and at the time Jungkook laughed. 

Carolina had marched out of the lockers that day fuming. And she wasn’t one to lose her cool like that, but something inside her snapped. So the next thing she knew, she was telling their libero Jungkook was still a virgin when the short girl inquired if Jungkook was doing Jennifer in the lockers and if that was why she couldn’t change her clothes. 

“You’re the one losing here, sweetheart.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Anyway, you still have a week.” He turned around ready to leave but was stopped. 

“Hey!” Carolina held his arm. “First of all, you should work on that pet name thing, virgin boy, sweetheart is a major turn off — unless you’re like. British. But anyway! Just-” She let out a long sigh. “Borrow me your notes, please, I swear I’ll be quick,” 

He looked at her and almost gave in. She really wasn’t one to be desperate because of notes or grades… But she did him dirty in the end. He had to put up a fight somehow. “Not today,” Jungkook got loose of her hold and started walking towards the exit.

“God, I could break his legs right here.” She muttered to herself seeing him walk off. 

Carolina was ready to punch someone into a locker but she refrained herself, knowing it was of no use getting in trouble over him. Instead, she was planning on wasting all her rage at the volleyball court later on. Tonight’s practice was co-ed. 

The halls were all empty and Namjoon found himself wandering through the corridor he already knew like the back of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood for how the rest of his day was about to end, but he also knew there was no use in postponing this any further. So he made his way to the principal’s office — or better yet, his dad’s office. 

“You’re lat— What clothes are those?” Dean Kim frowned displeased, as soon as he gave Namjoon a quick glance. 

“My going out clothes…? Why? There’s something wrong?” The boy asked, looking down at himself to inspect if there was indeed something off. 

His father sighed. “I told you this dinner was important. I needed you in formal attire.” He added sternly. 

“I don’t have anything more formal than this, dad… I’ve been in college all day,” Namjoon sighed, trying to contain his temper from coming out. “And besides, nobody will even notice me, I’m sure,” He added trying to lighten the mood. 

“Either way, we don’t have time for you to change now. Your mother is coming too so we’ll have to go pick her up,” The older man said without even looking at his son, turning around to pick up his briefcase. 

“Mom is coming? Why?” 

“Because it looks better in pictures if she’s there,” He paused. “You already know this stuff,”

“No, I don’t. I don’t know why you two have to keep pretending… Don’t you see it’s a burden for mom?” Namjoon pointed out sadly. It hurt his heart to see his mom sad, and the more he tried to recollect his memories with his parents, the more he could see that was the only look he had ever seen on her face. 

“I don’t think this matter really concerns you,” He said in a cold tone, trying to put an end to the conversation.

“Yes, it does dad. God!” Namjoon let out in frustration, sitting down on one of the puffy chairs. “I’m your son and I have to see this act go on… And how it hurts all of us! This is not right. Can’t we just— I don’t know. Let’s just go the two of us.” 

“I already told you. This is not up for discussion, Namjoon. Since when do you stand up to my word, huh? Those friends of yours…” The dean basically spat. He didn’t approve of his son’s friends ever since the day they all came into his office for a prank they pulled and the whole cafeteria had to be evacuated. 

“This has nothing to do with my friends. I stand up for what I believe is right, and you would know that if you paid more attention to the real me, not the idea of a son you created in your mind,” 

“Why can’t you just have a good record and study hard so you can have a bright future?! I just want what is best for you. One day you’ll realize that.”

“And I do that. I study hard, and I have great grades. The only thing lacking for you is appearances,” Namjoon retorted, hurt by his father’s words. 

“Dressing better wouldn’t do you any harm. You look like a delinquent in those baggy clothes. I’ll ask your mother to take you out shopping soon. Now we have to go,”

“Sure thing… dad,” Namjoon said in a quitting tone, following his father out of the building, towards their luxurious car. 

He just wanted this night to end and it hadn’t even started. Ever since Namjoon was little, he couldn’t remember a moment when his mother was truly happy with his father. From early on, she decided it would be best to be a stay-at-home mom and take care of Namjoon and his younger sister. Mr. Kim was making more than enough money being the university dean to take care of the whole family, so why work? But that made Namjoon’s mom become more and more unhappy with time, and she didn’t have the strength to get away from the dependent relationship she had with her husband. When she finally managed to find herself a job and ask for a divorce, Mr. Kim found a way to continue controlling her. After all, what kind of strong and powerful family is one that isn’t able to hold a marriage? Namjoon just wanted to see his mom happy but he was still far from being capable of holding the power to change such things. 

As his night continued to go disastrously, Jungkook and Carolina were already at their volleyball practice, where their coach decided it would be a good idea to have a match between teams. Boys and girls, all against each other. 

Jungkook wasn’t lucky enough to be put on the same team as Carolina. And every once in a while, when he looked at her, he could see there was lots of pent-up anger inside that she was ready to let out by smashing some balls. Their coach even commented he wished she could play with the boy’s team in the upcoming game due to how roughly and determinedly she was playing. 

The more the match unfolded, the more the tension between them grew. They were going head to head in the net. That was until the coach made Carolina play as a spiker to try out the substitute setter in case something happened to her. That’s when it happened. The very first ball she spiked, went directly into Jungkook’s face. He was thrown straight to the floor with a bloody nose and a sore back from the impact. 

Jungkook never thought he could have such an impact on a girl. Especially not in this one specifically. It was just some stupid notes… He could not help but think about how would she react in case she was dumped. He took a mental note as he got up from the floor to try and do some peace offerings after resuming practice. Or at least understand why there was such a bad vibe between them. 

So when the time came to hit the lockers, he got ready as fast as he could and waited for her outside. Somehow, while waiting, he kept finding the situation funny that she could be so uptight. And that made him mad at himself because he was supposed to be mad at her. 

“So I guess practice wasn’t good enough to unload your rage?” Jungkook asked with a grin on his face, grabbing Carolina’s arm since she decided to pretend he didn’t exist. 

“Better take your hands off if you don’t wanna see what’s left of that rage” Her eyes glowed while staring at him intensely. 

“Oh, c’mon! Are you seriously mad because I didn’t give you my notes?” He almost snorted and that made her blood boil. 

“Yes. I am.” 

“I’ll give them to you then, if that’s what it takes to stop your whole hulk mode,” His hand was still holding her arm, keeping her in place. 

“No need,” 

“I see you also have a big, big pride,” The grin on his face duplicated size. 

“I just have an intolerance to bitchy people,” She stared at him so seriously that his superior pose started to crumble. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” She got rid of his hold and turned to walk away. Jungkook took a second before being functional again. 

“I don’t actually.” He grabbed her arm once more, making her spin back to him. “I’m the bitchy one? Really?” He took a step closer, getting rilled up. 

“What do you even want, virgin boy? Tell me ‘cause I’m kinda losing my patience here,” She huffs. Carolina was close to losing her temper and even closer to punching him in the face. 

“You’re the one acting like a child even though you started this ridiculous rumor about me and you still have the guts to say I’m bitchy.” He clenched his jaw. “You need to swallow that temper of yours. If you want the notes just tell me instead of this.” And she laughed acidly at his words, taking yet another inch of a step closer to him. 

“Listen, sweetheart, I asked you once. Maybe twice, for the notes. I won’t ask for them again. And the one being childish is clearly you. You came to offer your notes after I asked for them. And I said no. But for some fucking reason you don’t let me go.” She forced her arm out of his grip, never once breaking eye contact. “I call that childish behavior. Either you state what you want or you leave me be.”

He sustained her eye contact for a while. Tong brushing against his inner cheek. “Fine,” He snorts and leaves. Simple as that. 

That night Jungkook arrived at home so pissed off and bothered by their encounter, that he just got inside his room and decided it was best to sleep. He even ignored Namjoon’s attempts to call him to share a meal. 

On the other hand, still on campus, Hyori was trying hard to study for one of her upcoming exams but the buzzing of her phone and a certain doe-eyed boy kept her losing focus. Deo was on her bed, trying to read a book she had bought last week but the constant beeping and buzzing were making her stressed. And although she didn’t want to pry, she couldn’t stop herself from asking. 

“Why is your phone always beeping?” Deo approached the subject, putting her book aside. It was unusual for Hyori to have her phone on while studying and her roommate knew that. 

“Oh!” She turns around to face Deo, a blush creeping in her cheeks and a fast hand trying to silence the device. “It’s just this guy from my physics class. No biggie!” 

“A guy?” And if before her book had been put aside, now it was completely forgotten. Deo straightened her back, sitting crossed-legged, paying full attention to the conversation they were about to have. 

“As I said, no big deal. So don’t make it be! But yes. He’s cute and his name is Eunwoo,”

“How can I not make a big deal out of this when you just said he’s cute and you’re clearly putting your studies on pause to answer him?!” Deo answered excitedly. “What are you both talking about?” 

“He’s just super friendly that’s all!” Hyori let out a laugh, a nervous one. “If somehow it happens to be something more — not that it will — I’ll let you know. Really.” 

“Uhu…” She eyed her suspiciously. “But do you have a date yet?” The smaller girl wiggled her eyebrows teasingly making Hyori roll her eyes at the change of attitude and laugh right after. 

“What’s up with you though?” Hyori changed the subject, adorning a more serious tone. “I could see you furrowing your brows and thinking hard on your bed.” 

“It’s just this book… So intriguing.” 

“I see. Sure it is…” Hyori said eyeing the girl to see if she would finally say the real motive. “You know what’s funny? I have like. A million texts from Jimin asking me why you won’t talk to him. Does that ring a bell?” 

“Ugh. He’s such an annoying ass,” Deo whispered more to herself in defeat. “You know his friend? That Taehyung guy?” 

“The artsy one?” Hyori recalled. 

“Yeah, the one with blue hair. Anyway, you know I can’t stand him, right? And today Jimin just came to me with like ‘oh hey guys you are best friends!’ and no we’re not!” Deo let out a long and hard sigh. “It pissed me off. He already knows I don’t like the guy but he keeps pushing.” 

“And why is that exactly? That you don’t like him?” 

“I can’t believe you’re going to analyze me right now… I think you should drop out of psychology,” Deo tried, attempting to ease the mood but Hyori wasn’t having it. Her face was frozen, meaning she was still expecting an answer. “Well, first of all, he’s a weirdo. Just the other day he came to Jimin saying that the light bill was getting too high and that he needed to watch out for the lights he forgot to turn off. Bro, we live in the dorms!” She rolled her eyes, annoyed to think back at that moment. “And the real reason… I think it’s because I’m jealous?” 

“Jealous of Jiminie or… Taehyung?” Hyori pressed in a suggesting tone and that made Deo snort. 

“Why would I be jealous of Taehyung?!” She asked confused. 

“Of Taehyung… For no big deal. Now, of Jimin… Well. The way I see it, maybe you’re having a moment of ‘why this loopy blue-haired guy is messing with my emotional’?” 

“I don’t see it… I just don’t understand why Jimin likes him so much. I mean, I’m his best friend too! I should be enough… And ok, I know it’s not fair.” 

“Yes, he’s a little… Excentric? Out of the box? Anyway, the point is, he can be like that but he is kinda funny in his own way… And Jimin speaks highly of him. He’s always blabbing about how great of a friend and moral support he is. So even if you don’t like the dude, just maybe tolerate him for Jimin? You know you love Jimin.” 

“I smiled at the dude today!��� Deo whined in defeat. “I won’t be disrespectful towards him because that wasn’t how I was raised but I really can’t stand his face.” 

“That’s either called love or pure I want to have sex with you,” Hyori smirked, teasing her roommate. 

“How— I don— Ok you know what?! Just go back to your studies and text the cute boy.” Deo stuck her tongue out to her laying down once more to resume her book. 

“Ok, scratch that. It’s more like. I madly want to have sex with him” She chuckles loudly. “But hey! I’m not judging. The dude is weird but he’s super handsome!” 

“I DON’T WANT TO!” Deo protested, throwing a pillow on the other girl’s head. 

"And you know what? The girls I'm tutoring said pretty good stuff about him too…” Hyori continued teasing. “His hands are that big for a reason" 

“HYORI!” Deo hid her face in one of her pillows, flustered. “Do you think he’s good at it though? Because he has the fame but you never know.” She lifted her head up to ask. 

“Oh, I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“I think you are the one who has a crush, huh? Loopy is your type then?”

“Loopy is… Hot. I give him that. But I’m more of a naturalist boyfriend kind of girl,” Hyori said, a little pensive in the last part, thinking of what her type would be. “Loopy is more your type really.”

“Just. Don’t ok! And don’t give Jimin any ideas. And stop having ideas too!”

“Will you start talking to Jimin again?”

“Yes…” Deo sighed. “You know I can’t stay mad for long.”

“Then it’s a secret.” She winked and laughed hard right after because Deo pretended to throw her book to her head as she did with the pillow.

But that girl talk really made Deo think. It wouldn’t be fair for Jimin to wait until the next morning for them to reconcile — if you could even call it that — and it shouldn’t be something done by text either. Or even through call. So putting her book aside for good this time she decided to drop by their dorms. 

Hoseok was the hall supervisor so that wouldn’t be a problem for her to reach their dorm that late at night. She put on some sweat pants and went out with her pajama shirt. Who cared? At this hour, very few roamed the corridors. 

She knocked on their door and soon it opened. Jimin greeted her a bit surprised, with his hair messy and torso bare. 

“Hey… Sorry to drop by this late,” Deo started and Jimin immediately involved her in a big hug. “I should be the one giving the hug, you know.” She chuckled against his skin. 

“Why were you mad at me today?” He asked with a pouty face, not beating around the bush. 

“Can you?” She pointed at the door signaling him to close it and he did so. They both stayed in the hallway, away from his roommate peeking curiosity. “I just— I’m sorry. I was being childish just because I’m jealous of all the attention you give Taehyung. I promise I’ll work harder to be nice to your friend.”

“You could’ve just stopped at the sorry but now that you said everything, I’ll make you keep the last part!” He gave her a big smile when she rolled her eyes.

“You’re an ass.” She said trying to maintain a straight face but failed miserably.

“Do you wanna come in? We were just watching a movie!” Jimin said already opening the door. He first shouted for the other boy to put a t-shirt on, and when he gave the green light, he let Deo in. Somehow they managed to hang an old projector on one of the walls over the bed and were watching the movie like they were in a cinema. They had popcorn and everything.

“Tae!” Jimin called for him again before entering all the way, Deo right behind him. “Deo is here!” 

“Shit…” Deo cussed under her breath only now realizing she was wearing her pajama. “Jimin,” She started, ready to give an excuse and leave when the blue-haired boy got up from behind a bed to greet her. 

“Hey there,” Taehyung gives a little wave with his hand. “Bro, can I press play already? I hate to pause it in the middle of an important dialogue. I always end up forgetting everything,” He looked frustrated at Jimin.

“Just a sec!” He turned to Deo once more. “Do you wanna watch the movie with us?”

“Oh, I don–“

“Effort remember?” Jimin almost whispered to her.

“Sure.” The girl sighed. “Do you mind?” She addressed Taehyung directly for the first time.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He said casually playing with the hair from his nape. “But please don’t make me back up to the beginning of the movie.”

“I won’t!” She raised her hands up as a peace offering. 

“Ok. I’m pressing play! Shut the lights, Jimin!” Taehyung said once again sitting on the floor between beds and turning his attention to the scene being projected on their wall. 

“Go sit!” Jimin ordered Deo, pointing to the bed but she stood still. She didn’t want to have to sit in Taehyung’s bed and since this was the first time she actually got to see their room, she didn’t know which one belonged to who. “C’mon!”

“Popcorn?” Taehyung asked, raising the bowl towards her. At the sight of his hand, all she could think about was that silly conversation she had with Hyori about it and she found herself blushing from the thoughts that crossed her mind. He was just beneath her.

“No, I’m good! But thanks.” She dismissed quicker than intended. 

As someone who didn’t care much about hands and their beauty, she had to admit that his hands were just something else… And suddenly the room was too hot, and the actors were talking but she wasn’t getting any of it. 

“I want!” Jimin exclaimed breaking the imaginary tension and shoving his hand down the bowl, taking a hand full straight to his mouth.

For the rest of the movie, Taehyung kept on making comments about the whole aesthetic of the scenery while the other two remained in silence, just watching. Once it ended, they ended up enjoying the final credits and the music that came in, too absorbed by their talk about the actors in question. Jimin already had his head on Deo's lap and was close to falling asleep because she had been playing with his locks for the longest time.

"This is the kind of movie that makes me regret choosing performative arts," Deo commented after a big sigh, a frown adorning her features.

“Why?” Taehyung turned his body around so he could look up and face her directly. 

"Oh well... There's a lot of things I like to do and it gets hard having to choose only one. It's like choosing between kids, you know? I like photography, but I also like dancing and singing and I also really like movies so how am I supposed to pick one?"

“It’s not that hard if you are open-minded enough to be a lot of people at the same time,” He pondered, offering sincere advice. “I don’t think I want to do just one thing for the rest of my life either,”

"I meant more like in learning. Like. These majors are too expensive for me to take every single one I like." She answered back, Jimin’s eyes kept blinking slowly, almost lulled by his friends voices as background sound. 

“Hm… You just have to choose the one you identify yourself with most, not thinking you will be giving up the others. That’s what I think” Taehyung said after a long time of looking at the ceiling, thinking.

"That's a good way of thinking"

“Why are you so quiet?” Taehyung questioned Jimin once their eyes made contact. It wasn't much like him to be quiet.

"Oh, no reason!” He straightens his back smiling at Deo as a thank you for all the fondling. “I was just thinking along with your conversation… When I was little I used to get picked on a lot by my family because I liked to dance but I also liked football. So anything is possible if I think about it. I'm having the best of both worlds." He chuckles.

“I remember that,” Taehyung laughs along with him, thinking about those moments from their childhood.

"So, yeah, don’t stress too much. We can multitask, or try," Jimin said pinching Deo's nose to make her smile. "As long as you work hard for it, you can do it!"

"That's also a good way of thinking,” She pointed surprised. “Never knew you could be that wise, Jimin," She teased. "But anyway, it's getting late so I should get going." And although Jimin pouted dramatically as she got up from the bed, he followed her, knowing he too should rest a bit. 

“Working hard remembers me of the review I have to write due tomorrow” Taehyung sighed, making the others laugh. “There’s never a chill-out moment without paperwork to do after,” The boy in question went back and laid on the floor amongst pillows like a starfish, stretching every ounce of his body. 

"Do you need me to walk you to your dorm?" Jimin asked Deo. He didn't like it when she would wander around campus late at night. And her eyes weren’t on Jimin’s but on the blue-haired guy showing now part of his own torso while rolling on top of pillows. “Deo?” 

"Oh! No! No, I’m ok.” She was quick to snap out of her thoughts. “Thanks for the popcorns," She looked again towards Taehyung to thank him, already close to the door. 

"Sure, anytime!" He leaned on his elbows to show her a boxy smile. He indeed looked like a God waiting to be painted. 

Deo shook her head, turning again to Jimin. 

"See you tomorrow, babe." She lifted herself on her tiptoes and gave Jimin a tight hug, making her way to her own dorm in quick paces. “Please visit often!” She managed to hear Jimin’s voice cheerful and all she could think of was ‘God, no’.

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#FIGHTON! IS BACK? HELL YES!

dear fighton family,

hello from alison, lily and zoë!

as you all know, fighton has been on hiatus for a very long time but we missed it right from the moment we stopped writing it. truth be told, it was a lot of work for us as students, despite being extremely pleasant and fun! we have been talking for days now and it made sense to revamp it! fighton was one of our first stories and we have improved a lot in the last couple of years. considering how dearly everyone had this story and universe in their hearts, we have decided to keep it interactive but with a twist. that being said, trojansblr will stay as an archive, and the interactions will be made solely through the instagram pages of the characters. as for the chapters, they will be posted on our tumblr individual accounts (@bluenpjm @socksjinie @singguks), a chapter per page like we usually do with other collabs!

the igs for interaction are the following:

✱ hope club. jungkook hoseok jimin deo hyori ✱ troublemakers. namjoon jin taehyung yoongi carolina

we hope to have you with us in this newly and improved version of a story we love so much! we promise the drama will be more and the ships will sail!!!

#fighton!!

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hey trojans family! 

i know we’ve been absent this past few years, but for those waiting for new stuff, here’s a treat to keep you entertained while you wait! 

it’s a similar style fic, in school environment with our favourite ot7. 

hope you all like it, and see you soon :))

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HORUS ACADEMY ; 2 | BTS

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summary: in a school where greek methods rules, not everything is as clear as it appears to be. heart, mind, soul, and body. those are the teams of the horus academy and boarding school. but deep within the long corridors, lies dark secrets. the so-called loving families formed in the shapes of teams begin to tear when an anonymous source unravels their deepest secrets.

genre: high school au | mystery au | social au | angst | fluff

pairing: OT7 × OC's

rating: PG13

word count: 5.7k

warnings: foul language

a/n: after a long time away, we are back with another chapter! writing this was happiness and we are eager to hear your feedback and theories! love, alison.

chapters. 01, 02.

Jungkook hadn’t been able to leave his new dorm and his new roommate ever since he last received that text. Taehyung was a little curious at first about who could have been texting the new guy on his very first day but quickly shrugged any doubts or questions he might’ve had as soon as his eyes landed on his console. Jungkook was relieved about it. Taehyung’s attention span was small and he didn’t even need to come up with an excuse about it. On the other hand, this also made it impossible to completely enjoy his time with his new roommate. The threatening text didn’t leave his mind and he kept on thinking about whom it could’ve been from.

Taehyung only felt sleepy around 4 am and it was then that Jungkook had a break from their dorm. He decided to go explore a little of his new home. The words felt foreigner.

“New home.”

Even more when he said them out loud. It had been long since anything felt like home. Strangely so, not even 24 hours later, this place felt – or at least seemed - like it could be it for him.

The room was even more beautiful at night. Namjoon was right. But he sensed that would be happening a lot. He stepped in front of the big window and admired the full moon. Everything about the scenery looked perfect... How the light shone through the wall of glass before him in shades of blue, how the feathers that hung from the ceiling moved slowly and peacefully as if dancing in the light. And looking straight again, seeing all that greenery, he stuffed his chest and let go of the air as if he could finally breathe again. As if he could finally start clean. It had been a long time since he saw how beautiful the stars were. He used to live on the outside of the city before he moved to Horus Academy and even though there weren’t many city lights nor skyscrapers, the stars didn’t shine as bright as here.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he was quick to access the camera. He snapped a picture and was quick to analyze it. He took a step further and snapped another one and another. He had gone so close to the window, he could see how high above he was. And further away, where the woods began, he could distinguish two silhouettes.

Snap. His thumb moved quickly as he snapped picture after picture. His phone wasn’t the best, but as soon as he zoomed in on the shots, he immediately recognized the two people. The tall, skinny man, he immediately identified as one of the school's security guards. He remembered seeing some at the entrance of the school and the uniform was the same. The other person he could swear was Freya - the attentive and mysterious girl he had seen earlier; Taehyung’s twin sister.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

His mind quickly rushed to the words Namjoon had told him earlier, about having a guard they could bribe to have some special privileges. What the hell is she doing at this time? And just as he finished that thought, his phone rang.

Suddenly he felt as if he was going to pass out. He read the texts over and over again but it still felt like a nightmare. And when reality hit him, he quickly scanned the whole window looking for someone who could be watching him.

No one.

There was nothing but moonlight and shadows.

He thought about forgetting it happened, his hand still gripping his cellphone hard, but he learned early in life nothing was that easy.

Just then it beeped again.

He had battled hard to stand where he was standing today, he couldn’t let this go. He wouldn’t dare risk it.

With a heavy sigh, he forwarded the pictures.

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There was always something special about the first day of school. You could feel the electricity in the air. Late arrivals carried their bags in a rush, not wanting to wait a second more to reunite with their teams and friends.

The corridors looked very different from yesterday.

Jungkook wandered through the halls, a lot on his mind. He was overwhelmed by the events of the night before and was hoping that as soon as he reached Namjoon, he would ask about it and mention it as some sort of prank.

He went down another flight of stairs and reached the main hall. His head turned immediately at the sound of his name.

"JK!"

He recognized the faces, but couldn't quite spit out the names.

"Elena. And she's Kaya." the blondie spoke. "We met yesterday." She said more in an asking tone, seeing if he remembered.

"Yeah, sorry. I remember!" He scratched the back of his neck.

"How did you like your team?"

"It's really nice!" He spoke excitedly. "I paired with Taehyung and we're roommates now."

"Good luck with that." Elena snorted and Kaya hit her on the side.

"What's your first period then?" Kaya asked. But she already knew.

"Humm," Both girls noticed his eyes going up as he thought. "History, with- I don't know."

"Miss Geller?" The brunette asked.

"I think so, yeah."

"Oh cool! So we'll see you there."

He nodded and was about to walk, but stopped to look back at the girls. "The cafeteria?"

"Take the next right, down that hallway."

"Thanks!"

Both girls waited for the boy to gain some distance from where they were standing before they spoke again.

"He seems nice." Kaya began and Elena laughed.

"He passed all the tests. There has to be something more there. Right?"

But before Kaya could continue, someone interrupted her. "Absolutely."

"There she comes, the sleeping beauty." Elena mocked the Psykhe girl as she walked down the stairs.

"I was this close to bang down your door." Kaya looked serious but a smile was quick to form on her lips.

"Yeah yeah… Let's go get some food!" Freya swung her arms and locked them at both girls' necks as they began to walk towards the cafeteria.

Freya’s POV

To say I hated the cafeteria ambiance was an understatement. I absolutely despised how people went there not to eat or socialize with their friends but to pose as something they were not or worse, all those attentive eyes looking for the next new thing to talk crap about. Still, I had to eat… And my group of friends was the kind to do magic and make things less unbearable.

Somehow that was not the case today.

Me and the girls stopped by the line to be served and I still could feel people’s eyes piercing me down while I merely took a tray. It frequently happened to have some people looking at us when we made an entrance every day on the space, I mean, Elena was pretty popular, my brother too… Our group in general. It was bound to happen and that was ok. But this felt different.

Today the gaze was too much. The gaze was directed; the target being me.

“I guess she wasn’t so stone-cold afterall” a girl passed by with a friend ogling me down and chuckling.

“Ok, what was that?!” Elena asked defensively.

Kaya looked at me waiting for an answer but I didn’t have one, so I just shrugged it off and went back to paying attention to the line ahead of us.

“Pretty wild, huh?”

I tried to be nonchalant about it while ordering pasta and choosing a juice but the truth was I didn’t pay attention to my order; I just wanted to get out of there. The girls kept looking around from time to time when a remark was made and I could sense their frustration for not knowing what was going on. That only helped me get more anxious.

That claustrophobic situation dissipated a bit once we stepped outside where the big tables were located. We made our way to our usual spot, both Elena and Kaya exchanging comments on what was happening. I couldn’t say a word.

People that passed by us kept looking and looking. And the closer I got to our table the more I could see something was very off. Namjoon was sitting down with a pensive facade, both of his hands intertwined right in front of his face as if he was thinking about his next chess move. Hoseok was next to Jimin, both standing up and looking at us with pity looks. Well, looking at me, to be exact. The new guy was straddling the bench, and while I could only see his profile, he was clearly fidgety and nervous. Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, nor Jin. And Tae…

This was bad.

“Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Elena said, placing her tray down on the table.

“Well…” Jimin trailed off.

Kaya went over to her brother, “Guys, seriously, you’re freaking me out”

Taehyung simply took the tray out of my hand, placed it on the table, and pulled me by the arm. We took ten steps or less, and I felt the need to finally say something.

“It’s me isn’t it?” I saw myself asking, “Of course it’s me. What is it? Is it bad?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just sighed, reached for his cellphone in the back pocket of his trousers, and searched for something. And then he gave it to me. Zoomed in pictures of myself giving a pack of cigarettes to the guard right next to the boys' dorm popped on the screen along with the phrase “Guess our heartless girl isn't so heartless after all. Or at least she likes to get around when all we angels do is sleep. I wonder who the killer might be. Suggestions? I'll enjoy hearing your comments on the hallways.”.

“Who is it?”

“Who is who?” I answered him without having much to say. It wasn’t my secret to share but it definitely blew up on me… Shit.

“Who is it that you’re seeing?” Taehyung insisted.

I took a glance over at Kaya and her eyes said everything she couldn’t out loud. I knew she was panicking but above all feeling apologetic. I gave her a brief smile.

“It’s no one, really”

He sighed again and wet his lips, “If you don’t want to tell me yet it’s fine, just- Why-” He paused clearly wanting to scold me but holding himself back. “Who would do something like this to you?” He said finally more controlled.

“That’s what I want to find out.”

Narrator’s POV

“Guys,” Namjoon called out the two siblings, bringing their attention back to the group. “Are you okay?” His question was directed to the girl.

“Honest-” Taehyung started before getting side elbowed by Elena, who was frowning at him and mouthing an are you dumb? under her breath.

“It’s bullshit,” Freya said simply, shrugging.

“We��ll find out who did it,” Jimin gave her a reassuring smile. For a second she could almost feel better. But the feeling disappeared as soon as it came.

“And we’ll burn her onto the ground.” Elena side-hugged her friend and the latter laughed. “I mean it.”

“Oh, I think we all know that,” Hoseok spoke seriously.

“Ah, come here kid. Do you want my toast?” Jin, who had finally appeared out of nowhere tapped on the marble bench, signaling for Freya to sit next to him. Obviously, someone had already filled him in on the gossip.

“You’re offering me your food? It’s really that bad, huh?” She said keeping her usual playful side.

The group’s conversation kept flowing and the weight that was on Freya’s shoulders lifted a little bit. Sooner than they all wanted, the bell rang and they parted ways. The youngest bunch of the group, Jimin, Taehyung, Kaya, Freya, Elena, and Jungkook left together for History. The latter had been rather quiet on his corner eating breakfast while the group talked. Besides the guilt, Jungkook was still trying to figure everyone out.

Hoseok on the other hand rambled about how Namjoon would have to be his personal tutor as they walked together “to hell”, as Hoseok would describe math class. Jin, who walked alongside them too, grabbed his phone, trying to reach his classmate, Yoongi, who was most likely going to be late.

But Yoongi wasn’t sleeping as Jin suspected. Had it been any other day, he was most likely waking up at the first bell. It usually made him have to sprint between the 15 minutes that separated the first bell from the second. He used to describe it as his daily moment of exercising. A sprint from his dorm room to his classes. He would be out of breath and his ears would usually be ringing, his mouth tasting of copper, but that wasn’t as bad as having to hear his teachers scold him from almost being late. That almost always made him smirk.

That wasn’t today’s case though. Yoongi had been up from the moment Hoseok started banging on his and Jin’s door talking about some rumor involving Freya whilst he pretended to be asleep.

He crossed the now empty halls of Horus at a fast speed. His mind was filled with a million thoughts and it was giving him a headache. He stopped in front of classroom 103. He could hear Miss Geller’s voice clearly through a bored class. As he peeked from the little window on the door, he could see his friends.

Taehyung was napping, using Kaya as a shield from Miss Geller’s eyes. And next to him was Freya, a sharpie on her hand as she doodled on her brother’s arm. Elena was looking ahead and was the first to notice him behind the door. She furrowed her brows and was about to grab her phone to text him when Yoongi knocked on the door.

“Excuse me, Miss Geller-” Yoongi’s head peaked through after being given permission to enter the class. “Could you excuse Freya for a second? I’m here on behalf of the Psykhe team. It will only take a minute.”

“Oh, of course!” The teacher ignored all the confused looks and how long it took Freya to get up from her seat.

Whispers immediately started as she made her way to the door. The girl could punch any single one of them. She wished she could. But it would only make it worse to say or do anything. Instead, she looked ahead, focusing on the boy waiting for her in the corridor.

Closing the door behind her, Freya looked confused at Yoongi. “What’s happening in Psykhe?”

He smiled softly at her selfless being, “Nothing’s happening, I just wanted to get you out of the class…”

“Oh”

Yoongi took a quick glance again at the small window of the door and could clearly see some people trying to pry on their conversation. How he hated this kind of situation… He took her hand and pulled her further away in the corridor before talking again.

“Let me help you.” He said simply.

“Help me…?”

“Look, I saw the pictures and people won’t let you be, you know they won’t,” He stated and that made her sigh. Freya knew he was right. It was bad. “I mean, it’s you we’re talking about here. It’s been a year since you arrived and you still haven’t hooked up with anyone. Of course, people are curious…”

“Why though?! Why can’t people just let me be-” She raised her voice a bit, finally taking out of her chest the anger she kept buried inside all this time. Yoongi pressed her shoulder softly offering comfort.

“I know… You know I do.” He said, making her look at him, “That’s why I’m offering to help you. At least to make this die down quicker than it would.”

“And how would that be?”

“I’m going to say you were with me-”

“Yoongs, what? Of course not. I won’t drag you-” She started.

“Listen to me.” He reassured her, “We are friends aren’t we?” And to that, she nodded her head. “Then it’s no problem to me if that means I’m helping you out. Plus everyone always talks about how close we are.”

“Still… I don’t know.” She closed her eyes, sighing, and opened them again to look at the boy in front of her to say, “I just don’t want to fake anything or wear a mask… Let alone put you through that too.”

“We just have to keep doing what we do,” He smiled, “Simple as that. No need to fake anything. People will just think we rather kiss each other behind closed doors.”

She had to be honest, his trail of thoughts was very much correct. People would believe that for sure. Especially because how he said it before, they were indeed very close and people always assumed something would happen between the two eventually.

With a lack of response, he just insisted again, as he knew she was a heavy thinker, “Can you trust me?”

“You know the answer to that is always yes.”

He closed the distance to place a soft kiss on her forehead, “Then I’m helping you.”

“Thank you, really.” She involved him in a tight hug.

Freya could feel all that burden dissipating the more she tightened the embrace. And he held her there for a few minutes more before letting her go to class again.

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The sudden appearance of this new targeting account had the group of friends in distress. A quick look at the profile made them see that it was completely anonymous. The only valuable information available was that it was someone from Horus. But that didn’t make it any easier. Studying, or even better, living at Horus was like living in your own world, completely forgotten from the real one.

Freya had been their first target but whomever You was, they knew how to make an introduction.

The girls were quick to deduce that You wasn’t from Dianoia. Kaya would never post something without verifying its veracity. It wasn’t someone that was interested in exposing their real selves, either. They just wanted to create chaos. The girls felt as if they were on an episode of Gossip Girl. And as they were scrolling through the new profile, a notification sound could be heard.

Freya sighed, hands shooting for her forehead. She massaged her temples, her head feeling like it was going to explode. Why her? There were so many more interesting things to talk about other than her bribing a guard with a pack of cheap cigarettes. Like, why wasn’t anyone talking about freedom of speech when it came to customizing their own uniforms? Why follow a regime as if they were all in the army or something?

She scrolled back to the top post. It already had 381 interactions and the numbers just kept on growing. Fucking rich kids and their big mouths. She looked at the picture and zoomed in even more. That angle, she could swear- But no, it couldn’t be.

“Fuck,” She whispered under her breath.

“What?” Kaya asked as she tried to make eye contact.

“I need to test something.” And with that she jumped from the front wall they were sitting on, leaving her friends behind filled with worry.

Freya crossed the front garden of the school in a blink of an eye. Moving around Horus alone after the “scandal” was even harder, so she focused on looking forward, pretending not to notice all the glances she was receiving. Did everyone see the post? She pondered. The headphones helped a lot though.

Once she stepped inside, she walked across the big hallway and directed herself towards the marble stairs, three flights up and she had reached her final destination: Psykhe’s common room.

Opening the door never felt so wearing and she could feel herself hesitating… It can’t be… right? she thought to herself.

Thankfully the room was empty, probably because the bell would ring soon for the second class of the day to start. Taking the headphones off she mustered all the might she had and made her way towards the big window she adored so much. What made her fall in love with this room so dearly in the first place.

As soon as she looked through it to see the view she took a step back feeling dizzy, “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Are you ok?” She heard someone say, snapping her out of the train of thoughts that emerged, as her suspicions were confirmed.

“Ah, yes- hm… Yeah, I’m fine” She rambled before recomposing herself.

Jungkook walked towards her and the window and she snapped her head back to the view once she saw him moving. “You’re afraid of heights?” he asked.

“What?” Freya looked at him confused, “Oh, yes, a bit.”

He chuckled at her confusion but quick comeback. Her head must’ve been in a distant place. “You shouldn’t be so close to the window then”.

She looked at him again and saw the boy avoiding her eyes by looking at the view instead. She didn’t know what to say or what to think about him yet, but something about Jungkook was intriguing and magnetic… So she said nothing. Just hummed and looked down.

“I’m-” he took a breath, “I’m sorry this is happening to you…” Jungkook’s head was rushing. He was too afraid to say the wrong thing but he knew for certain that he wanted to apologize. After all, this was his fault. Hadn’t he taken those pictures, hadn’t he been up at that, hadn’t he been introduced to Taehyung and Namjoon, hadn’t he been put in Psykhe, hadn’t he had the life he had… Maybe the girl’s life after him wouldn’t be so damn hard.

And something about how he said it, to a complete stranger like her, made Freya want to at least open herself a little bit. “You know what’s worse?” She asked pensively, her eyes glued to the spot where she had been yesterday by night.

Jungkook finally looked at her, “What?” His voice was shaky reacting to her own that felt so intense.

“The pictures were taken from here,” her heart sank at the thought of it. So did him, “It was someone from Psykhe.”

She held his gaze with her own and for a second there he felt trapped like a deer caught in headlights.

Ding dong ding.

The school’s bell rang and the boy could finally breathe again.

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The second class passed in a blink. Philosophy was always a mess, their teacher Mrs. Torres, although a sweetheart, believed it was important to give the students freedom enough and that always meant that people would lose control over the boundaries they were not supposed to lose. Maybe that was her intention, to observe how they reacted without rules.

Jimin kept chatting with Jungkook, presenting him to other classmates and such. Elena would get some notes down here and there between conversations with Kaya who was so nervous about the whole recent situation she couldn’t actually focus. Some guys kept joking around in the back tables of the class, some people would sometimes get up and go join other groups… Freya sat down at a table with her brother and entertained herself with doodling to pass time while he was sleeping yet again. Probably had spent the whole night playing video games.

When the class resumed, the three girls exchanged looks knowing exactly where to meet next for a private chat. They needed it.

Elena and Kaya barged in front of everyone towards their dorm room since they shared it, especially because Kaya was not in the mood to meet her brother as they always did. They managed to dodge every single one of their friends and arrive safely at their little haven.

Not fifteen minutes passed when both of them heard the sequence of knocks on the door indicating Freya was ready to come in. Kaya quickly opened up for her friend.

“Gee, I thought I wouldn’t be able to escape my brother and Jimin this time,” Freya said, launching herself on Kaya’s bed. Elena was already sitting at their tiny desk laughing at the situation.

Kaya peeped quickly outside before closing the door and rushed towards the window to shut the blinds.

“What is this? What are you doing?” Elena asked between laughter. Freya only lifted partially her head from the bed to see what was going on.

“We have to be very careful from now on guys, seriously.” She answered in a serious manner. “This crazy person managed to see what went down last night, imagine what they can hear too.”

And she was right. It was all very new for them this kind of attack… They couldn’t be sure if it would be something that would go on, or if it was just a one-time thing. Something a little jackass felt it was funny to tease Freya with. As far as they knew, someone was for sure keeping an eye on them.

Freya sat on the bed with the comment, “She’s right.”

“But how did this bitch even manage to see you out there at night? Like- It just simply doesn’t make sense.” Elena reflected.

“It was someone from Psykhe, you know…” Freya commented quietly and dispiritedly.

“Say what now?!” Elena got up from the chair.

“How…? You know who it was?” Kaya asked.

With a heavy sigh, Freya proceeded to tell her friends the discovery she had made during the first two classes and how sad she was to be able to cross-check that. As if it wasn’t bad enough to be exposed the way she was, it all came from a mind inside her own team. She just wanted to know why someone would do this, and more, who was that someone.

“Oh, God…” Kaya said in a sad tone while sitting down on the floor, “I’m so sorry Freya. Truly. This is all my fault.” Her hands tangled in her brunette hair.

“It’s not your fault, Kaya, you know that.” Elena comforted her friend.

“Exactly, K.” Freya added, “Plus, better be me than you honestly. Imagine if your brother found out…”

“But you did nothing!” The girl exploded with guilt, “That’s the worst part. You were bribing the guard for me. You didn’t even do anything.”

“I swear to God that once we find out who this You is…” Elena started.

“Think about it,” Freya tried to cheer them up, “At least now I can bribe him freely for you without being paranoid about someone seeing the situation.”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Kaya laughed, “As if I would do it again after this!” She threw a pillow at her friend.

“Oh we know damn well you will,” Elena said maliciously and they all filled the room with cheerful laughter.

If they knew something You would never be able to change, this was it. Moments like this were only theirs, without prying eyes or speedy mouths, just them and their little secrets. Their friendship.

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Jungkook had spent his entire afternoon looking for a club to join. Like the headmaster had mentioned, at least one extracurricular activity was mandatory. Namjoon presented him a flyer with all his options during their lunch break and he had taken the decision too seriously, a chance of joining an Ivy League directly through Horus if he excelled amongst all the others was exactly what he was aiming for. Horus was his new chance, his new beginning and he was ready to take it by the horns.

But now, as he walked towards his dorm, he was feeling completely exhausted.

He had checked out a couple of sports teams, the photography club, the music club, the art club… And once he presented himself, they all wanted him to join, even though spots were limited and tryouts lasted until Friday. He was the golden boy. The one who had come to Horus Academy without a scholarship or a rich family to support him financially. Just out of pure, sheer, talent.

And that made him the perfect target.

You see, at Horus, no one could be better than Sarx. Not couldn’t… They just didn’t have the capacity for such excellence. If you hadn’t been placed at Sarx, you weren’t worthy of victory, of glory. Or at least that was how they thought about it. So, freshmen could take a deep breath for tonight, as the hazing was meant for the name that was on the tongue of every single student of the school.

“Psykhe really is proving their worst this year.” Jungkook heard someone say, followed by dry laughter. He shouldn’t have looked back--as he wanted to stay away from trouble–but he had to see who was the asshole that was trashing his new family.

“First, that bitch bribed the guard, and now- you.” Another guy commented.

“Dude, what the hell is your pro-” Jungkook launched toward the guy, blood rushing as he could feel his heartbeat on his ears. But he was stopped since he was outnumbered.

“He wanted to give us a fight!” The guy who insulted him and Freya mocked, “That’s the thing about wolves… Without their pack, they’re worthless.” He finished with greeted teeth. “Grab him!”

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One of the many things that annoyed the students of Horus was the mandatory curfew. They were already stranded from civilization and as if that wasn’t bad enough, everyone had to be in their dorms by 10 pm. But many were the ones that found the most creative ways to get past the security guards that rounded the hallways at night.

That had proven to have an expensive price for Freya, who was now laying on her bed, headphones in as OASIS’ I’m Outta Time played loudly. She was at peace. After such a loud day–even when there was no one around–she needed this moment to herself. The fact that her roommate Tzuyu wasn’t around made it even better. It wasn’t like they had chosen to be roommates. They were automatically paired through the system and that showed.

Her door swung open however and a flustered Tzuyu entered the room quickly. Freya felt her eyes roll but refused to get up from her happy space to even have a glance at the girl. But it was in vain. As soon as she opened them again, she saw her roommate standing right by her side.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the living shit out of me!” Freya jumped, sitting on the bed.

“Oh, Freya!” The girl pouted as she sat on the bed by her roommate’s side. “I’ve been looking for you the whole day! How are you!?”

Freya was caught off guard by the way Tzuyu grabbed her neck tightly, pulling her into a hug she most certainly didn’t want. Even worse was the sound her headphones made as they hit the ground.

She was speechless but was thankfully saved by the sound of her phone.

“Oh, I wonder who that could be!” Tzuyu remarked. “I’ll go take a shower. If you need to talk, we can even do pedicures later!”

Freya was left alone yet again in her dorm but this time all her peace of mind was gone. The nerve of that girl. She grabbed her headphones from the ground, making sure they still worked, before grabbing her phone to see a new notification of You. Her breath picked up a little as she waited for the screen to load the most recent tweet.

Night had fallen quickly and there wasn’t a sound to be heard at Horus. The security guards’ steps echoed through the corridors. Everyone was sound asleep, as the wind slumbered their dreams. Their windows faced the back of the school where a beautiful scenery of green adorned the students' eyes. It was dense, and most of it unexplored. Every time a student wished to wander through them, they had to fill out a form from the secretary. Rumors had it that once you got too deep into the woods, you would never be able to find your way back. So, it was school policy to never wander around those parts unannounced.

If it weren’t for the wind, someone would’ve probably heard Jungkook. After hours of struggling, he had finally managed to remove the tape from his mouth. His hands, torso, and legs were tightly wrapped around a big oak tree. He couldn’t quite place how long he had been there. He screamed for help, but after some time, he realized how useless it was. No one was coming and no one could hear him. He decided to save his strength for when the sun came up. Maybe then someone would be able to notice him and set him free.

As he stood there, his mind kept on bringing the only two names he had managed to hear through the struggle of the ambush he had suffered earlier. He had been carried out by 3 guys as another one followed ahead. They addressed him as BamBam. The other, a girl, stuck by them enjoying the situation, probably acting as their vigilante. Tzuyu was her name. Taking deep breaths to keep himself warm during the night, his mind kept going on loops about this. Those two weren’t the ones in charge… But he needed to remember those names by morning if he wanted a chance of getting back at whoever those guys were.

His heart was racing, too anxious to get out of there, and once he managed to, he would definitely find a way to put Sarx in their place for good.

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: deo harris

birthday: august 10th, 1999

star sign: leo

hobbies: singing, dancing, suporting her friends, going to cute cafés, writing

♞ BACKGROUND.

  deo harris came from a pretty normal life. she got into usc due to her good grades. she wasn’t an a student, but she always wanted to achieve her goals, and usc was one of them. following her high school path, she continued dancing and having a huge school’s spirit so once she was out of the cheerleading team, she joined the song girls.

  it was an understatement to say she was popular. everyone knew her. although she wasn’t much interested in making new friends. she had already found her crew and despite the constant teasing from the boys and her roommate, hyori, the y group was her family.

  the girl enjoyed to sing, but despite her friends’ support, she was too shy to ever let anyone listen. when she wasn’t on practice, she would be seen with her friends, phone out to take a million pictures and keep the memories forever.

how will her story end?

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: yoongi min

birthday: march 9th, 1993

star sign: piscis

hobbies: basketball, writing songs, producing, buying electronics, sleeping, hanging out with friends, radio station, drinking

♞ BACKGROUND.

   yoongi had a bad reputation over at usc. for what exactly? no one knew... each time it was rumoured that he did something illegal or bad. true, he was always on the dean office, but it was either because he was receiving the program for the radio station - which he ran mostly by himself; or because he was caught alongside his group at places they shouldn’t be. 

  he came to be part of the group x ever since he gave carolina a ride. after that, although he would point out with great conviction he was a loner type of guy, he couldn’t bring himself to be apart from his friends, or their gatherings. if he wasn’t at the radio station or locked inside his room, he was definitely upstairs, at apartment 303, drinking and laughing way too hard. 

  yoongi min, or often known as suga (his performance name), used to be a great basketball player at usc official team. it was also the reason he managed to afford to study there, through a sports’ scholarship; but ever since the halloween incident, he was forced to leave the team. now, without his heavy practice routine, he finally have more time to invest on his true calling: music. 

how will his story end?

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More awesome videos! Super excited to see more

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what do you think of the videos? 😛

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I just saw the profiles it looks great! Sorry for being absent, on top of being very busy, I also got sick 😔

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uupp uppp thank you nina! it makes me happy that you liked it~

oh no!!! i hope you get better! did you get a chance to go to the doctors? 😞

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Hey girls!! I just wanted to say the videos are really cute and professional! I loved them and I can't wait to see the rest. Can't wait to meet the girls too ahaha I'm actually more anxious to see them than to see the boys 😂😂😂 I'm still anxious to see them too of course but you know what I meant! ❣

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thank you sarah 🧡

what did you think of hyori’s then? today we dropped jimin and after him is c and then deo eheh almost all of them are done so keep an eye out for the ones left! 👀😋

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: jimin park

birthday: october 13th, 1995

star sign: libra

hobbies: football, watching cat videos, selfies, flirting, reading, studying dance, going out with friends, drinking. 

♞ BACKGROUND.

  jimin was meant to be a star. no matter what he did, he was always the best. he was extremely perfectionist with the things he loved and that extra effort he would always put up, was visible. soon, he was the main quarterback of the football team and one of the best performers usc has ever seen.

  jimin got accepted in usc with a sports’ scholarship and he was thankful for that, since his family had recently been struggling with financial problems. despite his fame, he was trying to find ways of helping his family survive. and he could always count on his best friend and roommate, taehyung, to come up with initiatives to do so.

  on his second year, he met 3/5 of his group. he already knew hoseok, but once he was assigned as deo’s mentor, he got pretty close to hyori too and consequently to jungkook as well. together, the five of them were inseparable and jimin was glad to have such an amazing group friends, the group y, since for him ‘friends’ worked as a second family. and boy, he would need it!

how will his story end?

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: taehyung kim

birthday: december 30th, 1995

star sign: capricorn 

hobbies: painting, jazz, drawing, going to museums, dressing up, going to second hand shops, webtoons, photography 

♞ BACKGROUND.

   taehyung grew up in a loving family. his parents would always encourage his quirky habits when growing up and that was how he became one of the most interesting people of usc. not only because of his looks or the unsual hair colors, but also because of the amazing art he would constantly share and his kind nature. 

   when arriving at usc, it took him no time to choose his roommate. of course he would go with his childhood and current best friend, jimin park. they would go as far as one could, considering themselves soulmates. but besides jimin, he had found a home within the x group, where carolina, the daughter of his mom’s best friend was inserted. needless to say they would get into the craziest schemes... not that surprising for both of them, they were like that ever since they could walk.

   if he’s not at his dorm room, or at the 303 apartment, taehyung is surely spending most of his time on the photography club doing what he truly loves: developing film and talking about art. amongst the halls of usc, he’s a sight to be seen, not only due to his inspiring aura but because he knows how to captivate people with his poetic beauty and alluring mannerisms. there’s still people who believes he’s just a walking mirage... 

how will his story end?

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: hyori lee

birthday: may 7th, 1998

star sign: taurus

hobbies: running, star gazing, tutoring, supporting her friends, big fan of kdramas and going to new cafe shops

♞ BACKGROUND.

   hyori lee was well known around the usc campus. she had gained popularity after tutoring most of the students there. it was just really hard to find a subject she wasn’t good at... if there even was any. math, literature, anatomy, and her specialty, space engineering, she knew it all! 

   her family wasn’t the most wealthy, but they were kind and hardworking. she had grown up with values of loyalty and respect. and that was what she looked for when she first enrolled at usc. she found all she needed in her friends, the group y. they were all pretty busy, but you would always see them together somehow. 

   despite being a social butterfly, hyori took her responsibilities very seriously. she had entered usc due to a scholarship, so she always worked hard to maintain her grades on the very top. despite that pressure, the girl had her solo moments to free her mind, either waking up extra early to run, or gazing the stars, to always attending to her friends needs no matter the time of the day. she was always there for them. well, for them and anyone else that needed help!

how will her story end?

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♞ INTRODUCING.

name: seokjin kim

birthday: december 4th, 1992

star sign: sagittarius 

hobbies: eating, playing games, fishing, going out with friends, finding new restaurants, drinking casually 

♞ BACKGROUND.

  jin’s family has always moved a lot. his father is a successful CEO and consequently would have to travel around the globe or sometimes, would have to live in other countries for an indefinite period of time. before coming to america, jin had lived in south korea, australia and germany; but here was were he found his real home. a chaotic one since he was living with a girl and three random dudes would always barge in... nevertheless, a family of his own. 

 around campus, he is known for his looks, everyone has heard of the broad shoulder guy or the worldwide handsome dude. indeed his features are remarkable and hard to ignore, but his funny side and cheerful nature are what pulls people towards him. he is hard to reach though, since he’s always with his group of friends, the group x... but alone? you can be sure he’ll approach everyone he can. rumour has it he has the most extensive contact list ever. 

 seokjin is also pretty known in the acting department at usc. he’s a true foodie and loves his game sessions in the gamers club but his heart belongs to his major; acting was one of his talents and the one he would put more effort into as well. he’s often required at two places, number one being the dean’s office for the amount of trouble group x gets into, and number two being the arts department since everyone wants him as a model. 

how will his story end?

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The videos are adorable 😍☺️!!!

✉️ zoë is typing…

i’m so glad you liked them!!! i really ~really~ can’t wait for you guys to see the rest hehehe 

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I just saw the video you posted and it looks super cool! Can’t wait to see what happens next for the new era! ;D

✉️ zoë is typing…

aaaaa feels great to read this! and i can’t wait for you guys to see the rest xp watch out for today, another one is dropping hehe

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Life’s going alright. I’m mostly just tired, but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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uh i feel you! hang in there tho!!! hopefully we can cheer it up for you guys with what’s coming ahead ehe :)

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Hi was that the surprise?? My internet is slow so I don't know

hey! yes, we just drop the second video so make sure to check it out 🧡

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♞ INTRODUCING.

 name: hoseok jung

 birthday: february 18th, 1994

 star sign: aquarius

 hobbies: dancing, making people smile, meeting new people, partying, listening to 90′s music.

♞ BACKGROUND.

  hoseok and his family moved to the states when he was still a teenager. despite leaving all his friends behind in south korea, hoseok was happy to reunite with his sister, whom had moved there to study fashion design. jazmine is always nearby. she owns a clothing shop near campus and constantly pulls hoseok and his friends, the group y, into modeling jobs.

  hoseok jung is mostly known around campus as hope, or sunshine since it’s rare to see the boy without a smile on his face and his kind eyes, always prepared to offer help. and that’s the main reason of why he got to be a dorm supervisor on the fluor tower. most of his time, he spends it with his friends. he is highly protective of deo and hyori, but can’t deny how fun it is to tease the two with jimin and jungkook.  

  hoseok is one of the golden members of the dance crew of usc. although the boy’s major is sciences of communication, what he really loves to do is to perform. talent overflows when he starts dancing, and with a great amount of practice and even greater passion, he quickly became one of the main choreographers of the crew.

how will his story end?