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It was a chilly autumn day. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, showing no sign of coming out. The cold wind rustled the fallen, orange leaves around the deserted campus. Not a single soul to be seen.

A creak echoed in the distance, signalling someone's arrival.

A young man, dressed in black attire from head to toe, holding some documents in his hands, entered the campus. His black timberlands made a squeaky echo, shattering the peaceful silence around him.

The man looked around, wondering where everyone was. He shook his head and continued towards the campus, the squeaky echo from his shoes, his only companion.

He looked up to see a huge brick red coloured building, with a big sign having 'Golden Valley University' written on it in bold. Golden Valley University was one of the most prestigious universities in the entire country. It was arduous getting in, after all, they only accepted the most competent and dexterous students.

He took a deep breath and walked in through the doors, not knowing that this decision would change his entire life.

The interior of the university was just as royally furnished as it was on the outside. The entire length of the floor was carpeted and soft to the touch. There was a huge showcase in between the two joint staircases.

'The trophy case,' the man thought to himself. 'I'll get my name written there in no time.'

He smiled and went up the left side of the staircase.

The second floor was just like the first, except for the doors down the hall. A huge window extending from the ceiling to the floor allowed whatever light was present outside, fill in the hall. He walked up to it and stopped to admire the view it gifted. A forest of once green trees and shrubs greeted him back.

Golden Valley University was located on the outskirts of the majestic city of Seoul. It was secluded from all disturbances for privacy and peace.

He stopped admiring the view, and took a deep breath before he continued walking towards the biggest door in the hall.

Standing right in front of the door, he hesitated.

'Don't let your talent go to waste, son. You have potential. You just have to work hard for it without any distractions.' His parents' strict voice echoed in his head.

'I got a scholarship. That's a very big thing. But why am I not happy?'

He thought of all school plays he had sang in. Singing was his passion.

But his passion, his dream, his life, his music was snatched away from him, deemed as a 'distraction'.

His parents wanted him to get into this University. So, they did everything they could, not caring whether it affected anyone, to get him into the University. And he did.

'I hope they're happy,' he scoffed internally and knocked loudly three times.

"Come in!" A voice called out from inside.

The bitter man slowly opened the door and saw the Headmaster of the University sitting in front of his table, round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, staring intently at some paperwork on his desk.

Bang Si-Hyuk read the plaque on his desk. When the Headmaster heard the door to his office close softly, he looked up to see his awaited, black clad guest and smiled.

"Greetings, Headmaster."

Said guest bowed down and greeted his headmaster. The headmaster stood up from his chair, straightened his suit.

"Greetings, Mr. Jeon Jungkook."

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Jungkook P.O.V

"Greetings Mr. Jeon Jungkook."

Headmaster greeted me back. I was a bit startled by him knowing my name, but hid it well.

"I have been waiting for you," he said, folding his hands.

'You were?!' I was even more startled. 'Ah, dad, of course. What else did I expect from that excuse of a father?' I shook my head slightly.

"My documents, sir." I went up to him to hand him my documents.

"That will not be needed, child. I have already discussed everything required with your father. You can begin with your classes from next Monday. You know your way to the dorms, I presume?"

He was speaking but I could register nothing, because my head was filled with bad memories of my father. I shuddered. ". . .Mr. Jeon?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face.

I shook my thoughts away. "Yes, sir?"

Headmaster didn't question anything but I saw his eyes shift.

"I asked if you know your way to the dorms," he repeated. I quickly nodded my head.

"I do, sir."

"Great," he said and went back to the papers on his desk.

I gave one last respectful bow and left from the headmaster's office.

I wasn't paying much attention to where I was heading as my head was muddled up with bad memories.

"Son, I think you should learn boxing," My father, a control freak, told one night, while we were eating supper.

"I don't wanna learn boxing. What about a piano?" The naive, dumb me asked. I didn't know what would be the consequence of that harmless question.

My 'parents' had made me stay awake till three in the morning, lecturing me about how music won't lead me anywhere and that it was useless and nothing but a distraction for me.

They said I was obsessed with music. I wasn't obsessed. I just liked to listen and make music and sing everyday. That wasn't obsession.

Was it?

And even if I was obsessed with music, what was wrong with it? It gave me a sense of euphoria! It made me forget about my shitty problems. How is it bad, if it's helping me?

They said that music would ruin my life.

What they didn't realise was that, they were the ones ruining my life. When they took away music from me, a part of me died. But that's not important, is it?

"Get into a good Uni, get a good job, get a good wife and have a happy family. That's the perfect life."

That's what they always told me. Bullshit. But I didn't realise that till it was too late. I was stuck in this mirage that's my 'perfect' life. I'm caught in a lie. But there's nothing I can do about it.

I was the popular kid at school. The one who could do everything. Everyone admired and wanted to be like me. Little did they know that the perfect, happy me was just a facade; a mask, covering the real, troubled me.

I found myself walking in the dorms hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom. I went to the mirror and gripped the sink, tears shining in my eyes.

"Stop being pathetic. When you had to do something, you did nothing. Now you're just paying the price for it. Crying won't help anyone." I furiously wiped the tears.

Splashing cold water on my face, I left.

The dorms didn't have any numbers or anything to let us know which dorm room was whose. I just went by instinct and tried opening a door, which looked as if it wasn't in use.

The door wasn't locked, which is why I pushed it a bit more confidently but immediately halted when I saw two figures on the bed, their limbs tangled, kissing each other's faces off.

I knew I had to turn around and run, but my limbs were frozen and I couldn't move.

I moved my eyes and saw another male figure sitting on his bed, totally unbothered by the tongue fight taking place a few feet away from him. He was scrolling through his phone, his bangs falling over his eyes.

Suddenly he shot his head up and his chocolate brown orbs locked onto mine. My stomach gave a weird flip. His face knocked out all air out of my lungs.

He's beautiful.

Those kiss worthy lips curved into a smug smirk upon seeing my pink cheeks.

I immediately unfroze, went into panic mode, banged the door close and ran for my life.

Why was my stomach acting like that? Must be because I'm hungry. Yeah, that's it.

Those eyes. . .

I shook my head.

What are you doing, you dumbass?!

But those eyes. . .

I was so lost in those brown eyes that I wasn't looking where I was running and bumped into someone.

A girl? In a boy's dorm?

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?" I extended my hand towards the girl on the ground, wincing in pain.

Her long pink hair was let down and was covering her face. She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked up at me. She's pretty. She took my hand and got up.

"Thank you, I'm fine." She possessed an Australian accent.

"May I ask what you're doing here, in a boys' dorm?" I asked.

She blushed. ". . .I'm actually waiting for my friend. She. . . had some business to attend to here."

"Oh, okay." I was suspicious, but I didn't question anything.

"Can I get your name?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. Pleasure to meet you. . .?"

"Oh, I'm Park Roseanne. But everyone calls me Rosé."

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A / N

[161021,, this chapter has been revamped.]

First chapter!!! Yay!!

So we got a bit of Jungkook's backstory... was it depressing?

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