She crashed into the classroom, hair wild, bag slipping off her shoulder. And He? He was staring at door like he was waiting for her to come. That wasn't enough for them to fight over bout it and Of course, the only empty seat was next to him.
He leaned back, grinning like the devil.
“Late, loud, and lost. You must be Trouble.”
“And you must be Kim,” she said, sliding in beside him. “Still full of yourself, I see.”
That’s when two people chuckled behind them — Jungkook and Jay, their best friends and the couple who had dragged them both into this class in the first place.
Jay rested her chin on Jungkook’s shoulder and grinned. “I told you putting them in the same class would be entertaining.”
Jungkook snorted. “They haven’t even lasted one minute without biting each other’s heads off. That’s a record.”
“Think we should separate them?” Jay asked playfully.
“Nah,” Jungkook said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let the chaos begin.”
Yn rolled her eyes. “Glad our relationship is your reality show.”
Taehyung smirked. “Careful, Trouble. You’re sounding jealous.”
She didn’t respond, but the way her pen pressed harder into the page said everything.
(Scene continues after classroom banter)
The bell rang, snapping the tension like a rubber band.
Yn stood up quickly, shoving her notebook into her bag. She didn’t spare Taehyung a glance. Not even when he said, under his breath, “Run along now, Trouble.”
She didn’t answer — didn’t need to.
The hallway was buzzing with students, laughter, shoes squeaking across the polished floor. But her world felt quieter. Muted. She slipped away from the crowd and headed toward the back stairwell — the one people rarely used.
Only when she reached the landing did she pull out her phone.
One missed call.
Unknown Number.
No message. Just silence staring back at her.
She sighed and leaned against the wall, thumb hovering over the screen.
The number was familiar. Not saved, but familiar — like an echo from another life.
She pressed delete without thinking.
Her fingers shook slightly as she lowered the phone. The moment she let her guard drop, footsteps echoed behind her.
She turned — and there he was.
Taehyung.
He froze too, clearly not expecting her there.
"Following me now?" she asked, voice cool, but weaker than usual.
He tilted his head. “Didn’t realize you were such a drama queen when no one’s watching.”
Yn rolled her eyes and turned away. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Taehyung paused. For a second, he looked like he might ask something real. But then he shrugged.
“You’re right,” he said casually. “I don’t understand people who delete calls like they’re running from ghosts.”
Her jaw clenched. “Stay out of my business, Kim.”
“You make it hard when you act like a walking mystery novel.”
“Then don’t read me,” she snapped, already walking down the stairs.
He watched her go, something unreadable flickering in his expression.
Then, almost to himself, he muttered:
“Too late, Trouble.”
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