The Troublemaker (VMinKook)
PROLOGUE
If you asked me when my story truly began, I wouldn’t say it started the day I entered 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙢 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮—the most prestigious place a girl like me had no business walking into.
It wasn’t the grand campus gates, towering taller than my dreams.
It wasn’t the first day I met the rich heirs who ruled this school like kingdoms inherited.
My story began with a choice.
A choice to survive…even when survival meant stitching myself together with scraps of courage I didn’t have.
A choice to fight…even when life kept pushing me into shadows where girls like me were expected to stay.
Because the truth is—the moment I stepped inside 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙢 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮, the world reminded me of who I was:
𝘈 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦.
𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦.
𝘈 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴.
And yet…somehow, fate didn’t leave me alone.
It placed people in my path—some who would mock me, some who would carry me,
and some who would burn down everything I knew.
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.
𝘈 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴.
𝘈 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.
𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯.
I didn’t know it then.
But the universe had already started writing the chapters of my life—chapters filled with dreams, debts, heartbreaks, and battles I never asked for.
This is the story of how I tried to rise in a world that kept telling me to kneel.
A story of mistakes and miracles.
Fears and courage.
Friendships and wounds disguised as destiny.
This is where everything begins.
And this… is the moment 𝗠𝘆 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆.
Meir Yizora[Autor]
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The Girl Who Didn’t Belong
🌛𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴🌛
The first morning of my second year at 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗺 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 looked like something straight out of a film—sunlight spilling over glass buildings, expensive cars lining the courtyard, and students dressed like their closets had personal stylists.
My name is 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻, an ordinary girl trying to survive in a school built for the rich, the brilliant, and the beautifully untouchable.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗺 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 isn’t just “prestigious.”
It’s the kind of university whose students carry designer bags that cost more than my entire semester fee.
Their families own companies, buildings… some probably own the city.
I… did not come from that world.
I’m the secretary of the 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, despite not being great at art.
Our President and Vice President? Rich. Noble. The type whose families probably fund half the art wing.
They treated the club like a playground, teasing new recruits and turning every meeting into their personal stage.
𝗠𝗲?.... I was the “𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹” one.
The one people noticed only because I was frequently asked to be a 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁—the student professors relied on when they needed help, when they had seminars, meetings, emergencies, or when they simply didn’t want to walk across campus to photocopy papers.
Most professors knew me by name… or at least by the sight of me sprinting down hallways with folders in hand.
My financial life wasn’t pretty, so I accepted whatever tasks I could.
Errands, tutoring, organizing files—anything that added a few money to my pocket and brought me one step closer to staying in school.
If I wasn’t good in art, fine. But I had something else to offer: I was a performer.
Singing, dancing, stage production—if the university needed talent for an event, I was already signing up before the ink dried.
Survival required versatility.
Only two people from my hometown ended up here with me.
𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴. My number one headache.
A walking disaster wrapped in good looks and mischief.
He bullied me, teased me, annoyed me, and roasted me every time he had a chance.
If irritation burned calories, I’d be invisible by now.
But he never let anyone else touch me. Only he had the right to terrorize my peaceful existence.
Like a twisted, chaos-filled sibling bond.
My only real girl best friend.
Different class, same club. Sweet but fiery, chaotic but dependable.
The universe gave me one blessing, and it was her.
A high school acquaintance turned classmate.
Beautiful face. Sharp mind. Zero interest in socializing.
He was cold enough to freeze the sun, and yet somehow he became part of our circle—maybe because we shared history, or maybe because Taehyung dragged him in without permission.
𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗺 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 was massive.
Wide courtyards, towering glass buildings, legendary professors, and a student body filled with heirs of conglomerates and political giants.
They walked like the world bent beneath them. And maybe it did.
Among the elite students, there were names everyone knew—resting like crowns on the lips of the entire University.
The dance club’s golden performer. Perfect timing. Perfect confidence. Perfect everything.
The storm.
Dark, dangerous, effortlessly attractive.
Girls practically fell apart when he passed by. Not me though.
Something about him screamed danger—like he could ruin your entire life with a single smirk.
A rumor said that waking him from a nap guaranteed instant death.
If you see him sleeping on a bench? Congratulations—you’ve just discovered a crime scene. Walk away.
For them, life looked flawless.
For me? A caffeine-fueled survival mission.
And then there was 𝗠𝗿. 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻, my homeroom teacher.
Tall. Brilliant. Kind.
Muscles hidden under professor clothes.
Glasses that made him look like a walking encyclopedia.
A heart too soft for this world but clumsy enough to shatter it.
Yes… I admired him.
More than I should.
But he wasn’t someone I could ever confess to—especially since the most beautiful professor on campus, 𝗠𝘀. 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗝𝗶𝗻,, was clearly in love with him.
I shipped them like a fan watching a drama unfold in real life.
An ordinary Student.
Art club secretary who can’t draw.
Performer chasing every opportunity.
A financially struggling student in a University full of royalty.
Every morning I ask myself:
"Can a girl like me survive a place built for people I’ll never be?”
My journey has only begun.
And with arrogant nobles, unexpected friendships, mysterious boys, and storms I haven’t even met yet—
Life at 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗺 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 won’t be easy. At all.
Meir Yizora[Autor]
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Club Recruitment Chaos
[𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡]
The first day of Seombam University’s school year wasn’t calm or organized—it was a festival.
Banners waved from every building, music blasted from loudspeakers, and the courtyard transformed into a colorful battlefield of clubs fighting for new members.
Freshmen crowded the walkways like confused ducklings, clutching their enrollment forms and staring wide-eyed at the chaos.
And naturally…Yoona and I got dragged into the middle of it.
Im Yoona
Jimin! We need more flyers!
Yoona shouted over the noise, her hair bouncing as she rushed toward me.
She already had paint stains on her shirt—evidence that she’d been forced into decorating the Art Club booth at 7 a.m.
I groaned. Of course she and I ended up in the recruitment lineup.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with anime fans, chess players, dancers, gamers, and a suspicious-looking “Magic Club” whose booth kept producing smoke.
Park Jimin
You’d think....
* I muttered, handing her a stack of flyers*
Park Jimin
That being the Art Club secretary would spare me from standing here like a human advertisement.
Im Yoona
Nope... *grinned*
Im Yoona
Perks of not being not rich enough, babe. We work for the position we didn’t even want.
Around us, freshmen peeked nervously at our booth, intimidated by the paint-splattered canvases and the president’s overly dramatic “Welcome to the Realm of Art!” sign—courtesy of her rich-girl imagination and zero humility.
Taehyung, of course, stood near the booth eating ice cream like we weren’t dying.
He leaned closer, poking my cheek with the cold tip of the cone.
Kim Taehyung
You look tired already... *he teased*
School just opened.
Park Jimin
Touch me again and your ice cream dies..... *I snapped*
He laughed, the irritating sound echoing louder than the club speakers.
Across the courtyard, other clubs were winning attention easily.
The 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 had a mini stage.
The 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 had live performers.
Even the 𝗠𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯𝘀 had a robot waving at students.
Meanwhile… we had 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴, 𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲.𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼
Still, freshmen slowly approached—some scared, some curious, some hoping our club wouldn’t be too “𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.”
"Are you the secretary?" one freshman asked shyly.
Park Jimin
Unfortunately, yes...
*I said with the most polite smile I could fake*
Is the Art Club… competitive?
Before I could answer, Taehyung leaned forward, grinning like trouble.
Kim Taehyung
Only if she’s around....
Kim Taehyung
She’s scary when stressed.
I slammed the clipboard onto his stomach. Deserved.
He choked dramatically while Yoona cackled.
Then, as if the universe wanted to humiliate me further, the crowd’s attention shifted.
A wave of whispers rolled through the courtyard.
“Omg the elite group is walking!”
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸, radiant as usual, cheering up a group of freshmen with his sunshine smile.
𝗠𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶, hands in pockets, probably half-asleep even while walking.
And 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, the chaos storm, attracting attention without even trying.
He strutted past the booths with his headphones on, ignoring the stares like a king ignoring commoners. Even freshmen froze when they saw him.
Of course their club didn’t need flyers or booths. Their names alone recruited people.
I tried very hard to look unbothered. Very. Hard.
Then Jungkook’s gaze flicked in my direction—just for a second.
Sharp. Curious. Unreadable.
My heart dropped into my stomach.
I immediately looked away. Today was not the day for trouble.
Park Jimin
*Survival Mode: Activated*
Yoona whispered, nudging me.
Im Yoona
did—did Jungkook just look at you?
Park Jimin
No... *I said instantly*
Kim Taehyung
*snorted*
He did. Don’t worry though, he probably just mistook you for someone else.
But inside… a strange uneasiness settled in my chest.
Because this school year wasn’t just beginning.
The courtyard noise barely settled when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Eunwoo’s name flashed across the screen.
Park Jimin
*I swiped and answered*
📲 Yeah?..
I muttered, still half-distracted by Taehyung pretending to faint dramatically over a flyer.
Cha Eun woo
📲 Professor Hong asked for us...
Eunwoo said, his voice calm, flat as always.
Cha Eun woo
📲 He needs assistance in his office. We should go now.
The students called him 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳. 𝗫—not because he could read minds, like Prof. Xavier from X-Men, but because he was bald and had the uncanny ability to vanish whenever some rich, entitled student tried to corner him in the hallways.
If Seombam were a comic book, he’d be the secretive, aloof genius hiding in his office while the rest of the campus ran wild.
Park Jimin
And of course.... *I muttered under my breath*
Park Jimin
He didn’t send a message to someone else… it had to be me.
Because I’m also known as Ms. Trying-Hard, or sometimes The Troublemaker.
I despise people who look down on others just because of status, and my mouth has gotten me into more chaos than I’d like to admit.
Like last year. Ah, last year… the infamous 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 incident.
[𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗢]
Our self-appointed club president, Jenny, had a flair for drama rivaling a telenovela.
And apparently, anger management was not her thing.
One of the club’s unspoken rules was that new members must produce a piece of art on the spot. Jenny decided to “𝗧𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲".
So what did I do? I drew her… as a hellish creature in pajamas, combusting in flames while trying to strike my head with a giant mallet of chaos.
I thought it was funny. Jenny did not.
Her face turned crimson. Steam practically rose from her ears.
She flailed dramatically, pointing at me as if I’d personally insulted every member of the Art Club lineage.
She shrieked, voice echoing like a car alarm.
She flailed some more, hands flying, eyes bulging.
I blinked. I swear I could hear angels weeping for humanity.
Then, with the grand flair of a monarch passing judgment, she decreed:
Jenny
You—shall be the secretary!
Jenny’s explanation, delivered like a Shakespearean monologue:
Jenny
As punishment for your… audacious… impudence… you will take all responsibility of this club!
Jenny
Every single… mundane… tedious… responsibility that is supposed to be mine! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
I stared at her. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I became the 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
Of course, I accepted the position. I am an idiot, after all.
Especially since the position came with a small stipend from the alumni who supported club activities—which helped me survive my miscellaneous school fees.
So, while Jenny stormed off in a dramatic whirl of designer clothes, throwing her hands in the air like the universe personally offended her, I quietly whispered:
Park Jimin
Thank you… I think?
And that, apparently, was my initiation. It was supposed to keep me busy. Supposed to keep my life peaceful.
Ah… peace. Art. Chaos. Survival. My life neatly wrapped in one impossible, caffeinated bow.
Park Jimin
*I exhaled and tells Yoona*
Duty calls. Prof. X needs me.
Im Yoona
Of course. While the elite students parade around, you get sent to babysit the mysterious bald professor.
Park Jimin
Hey.... *I said, grabbing my bag and tucking in my flyers*
Park Jimin
someone has to save the school from… whatever insanity he teaches in there.
Eunwoo appeared at my side, expression unreadable as always, his backpack slung over one shoulder.
He said simply, gesturing toward the tall, quiet building where Prof. X’s office hid behind a maze of corridors.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but glance back at the courtyard.
Hoseok was still smiling at freshmen, Yoongi was probably napping somewhere, and Jungkook—of course—was nowhere near trouble but somehow making everyone around him tense.
I shook my head. Focus.
Club recruitment, elite students, rich chaos… none of that mattered.
Prof. X awaited. And whatever this year had in store, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be peaceful.
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