NAMJOON

Once Seokjin finished with his little tantrum, I assumed he went to bed since he was no longer speaking. I just rolled over onto my stomach.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would've been, considering how this guy must be the most spoiled brat on the planet to think everything in life is gonna go his way, but as long as I had the upper hand, it would be fine. One thing I liked was how easily he got all riled up, I barely had to say or do anything for him to get all angry. He got all red and whiny when he was upset, he looked like a hamster.

I pulled out my notebook from my bag and a pen. I decided to write to my grandmother. While my parents still probably didn't notice my absence, grandma knew I was going to Bangtan. I wrote to her whenever I could, she was my favorite. She's the only family member who ever treated me like I was an actual person and not just some parasite in the house.

"Dear Mother and Father..." I heard a prissy voice that definitely didn't belong to me say. I peeked above the box wall (which we agreed to keep so we didn't have to see each other) and saw Seokjin laying on his stomach as well, wearing a silk pink robe and a matching headband, looking ridiculous. He also seemed to be writing. I took a deep breath and looked back down.

"Dear Gra- ow!" I groaned as I got stabbed in the back with a pen, looking up again to see Seokjin glaring at me from his bed. "What was that for?!"

"Don't copy me!" He whined.

"I was writing first!"

"Just... just shut up!" Seokjin sat up, spluttering. "Now please give me that pen back, I don't have another one."

I rolled my eyes and threw the pen back, this guy was an idiot. A very small, bratty, girly, annoying idiot. I put the tip of my pen to the page, continuing to write.

"Dear Grandma," I repeated under my breath, grinding my teeth together. "There has been some... confusion over rooming here at Bangtan." I closed my eyes and breathed out of my nose heavily as Seokjin said the exact same thing as he wrote to his own family.

"But of course, I'll rise above it," he added sweetly, shooting me a look.

I rolled my eyes. "But of course, I'll focus on my studies."

"For I know that's how you'd want me to respond."

We both perked up when we said the exact same thing, in the exact same tone, at the exact same time. What was happening?! Seokjin let out a short shriek.

"Stop copying me, I swear!"

"I'm not!" I snapped, dodging the pillow he threw at me. He now sat up on his overelaborately decorated bed like a feline, back arched and hands between his knees.

"I know that you're jealous of me, but it doesn't mean you have to disrespect me!" He whined, shuffling his hands back and forth like he was kneading dough. "You're being a copycat, I do not approve! Stop it!"

"You might just be the last person I'd ever copy." I deadpanned. This guy was so self-centered it was unreal. 

Seokjin sniffled and flopped back under his covers. "Don't talk to me! You're rude and uncultured!"

I just cocked my head, trying my best to stay under control. I laid on my side this time, chewing my inner cheek and picking up my pen.

"There has been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is..." I trailed off as Seokjin said the exact same thing yet again, listening.

"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether so bafflingly complex it would be quite impossible to describe..." He sang.

I scribbled on my paper. "Blonde."

Seokjin perked up, offended at the lack of details apparently.

"Seokjin, shut your damn mouth before I make you." I growled, angrily scribbling the rest of my letter down. Thankfully, Seokjin just huffed and stayed quiet. The only sound was the scratching of pen on paper for the next few minutes. My head was pounding, something about this kid made me so angry but I couldn't quite put a finger on it, it was more than the bratty attitude that drove me insane.

What is this feeling?

Aha, loathing.

Unadulterated loathing.

His voice, his face, his clothing, I loathe it all. Every little thing he does makes my flesh crawl, I can't explain why I'm so frustrated but I am. This loathing is so pure, so strong, even if I do admit that it came on fast.

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The next morning, I avoided Seokjin at all costs. 

He was the biggest brat I'd ever met, I hated him. Glaring at his sleeping form, I tugged my trousers up my legs and pulled my navy blazer over my shoulders, loosely tying my tie around my neck.

As I moved to go to the bathroom, I was forced to pass his bed. I scoffed and rolled my eyes; he was laying in the gayest position possible on his bed, on his stomach with his legs poised like a frog's. I bit my tongue and kept walking. I didn't care to wake him up, it was his fault if he was late on the first day.

I squirted some toothpaste on my toothbrush and ran it across my teeth back and forth. I didn't have to worry about eating breakfast, Bangtan was a fancy university, of course it served fresh breakfast every morning. Should've known that, haven't I? Ugh.

"Ugh." I repeated, this time aloud and not in my head, as Seokjin woke up. I rolled my eyes as I heard the dramatic yawn coming from outside the bathroom, as well as a glance through the mirror at a pair of freshly manicured feet poking out from under Seokjin's covers. I took a deep breath and looked away, back at my reflection. I was exhausted. I looked back over my shoulder when I heard footsteps approaching.

So much for avoiding Seokjin.

"You snore." Was the first thing he said to me.

"I snore when I sleep. I didn't sleep at all last night because you were sleep talking."

Seokjin gasped, clutching the silk lapels of his robe like I'd just told him the world was ending. "I do not talk in my sleep!"

I spit toothpaste into the sink and gave him the driest look I could muster. "Oh, you do. Something about a bakery, I think. Something... pink? You were mumbling like your life depended on it."

Seokjin looked horrified, cheeks dusting pink as he quickly turned to storm off, muttering under his breath. "You're lying. You're just trying to make me look bad. I was perfectly silent. Graceful. Elegant, even. Perfect. Beautiful. Kim Seokjin. Perfect."

I let out a low chuckle, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Whatever helps you sleep better. Not that you seemed to have a problem with that."

Seokjin spun on his heel, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "You're just jealous that I'm a deep sleeper and still manage to look flawless when I wake up!"

"Sure," I replied flatly. "Flawless, except for the drool on your pillow."

His jaw dropped so dramatically I thought it might fall off. "That's... that's slander!"

"Is it though?" I smirked and moved past him, dodging yet another pillow he threw at my back. It seemed this would be his new little habit.

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Breakfast was served in an elegant dining hall, with an absurd spread of pastries, fruits, and breakfast foods that looked way too fancy for a bunch of young adults of no status. The huge crest, two vertical trapezoids facing away from each other, loomed over the dining hall, embroidered in the ceiling. Huge stone pillars with fancy, circular oak tables dotted the room, a lot of people were already there in their uniforms, chatting and eating. I sat at the furthest table; there was only one person there with his head down. Probably sleeping.

I didn't even ask before sitting on the bench, I just did it. It wasn't awkward since the guy didn't even look up, he probably had no idea I was there. I only sat there because it was the emptiest. As Kim Seokjin entered the dining hall with a blast of perfume and people started swooning, I didn't pay any attention to him, I kept studying the sleeping man.

I couldn't really see his face since it was buried in his arms, but his hair was blonde, much blonder than Seokjin's. It was almost fried from how many times it was bleached. His shabby suitcase lay by his feet on the floor, so I couldn't help but take a peek at the nametag. "PROFESSOR Y. MIN." So, this was Professor Min, whoever the hell that was.

I looked away and stood up to grab a cup of coffee where it was being served at the end of the hallway. I passed Seokjin and his two cronies without a word, but a dramatic hush followed me through the dining hall as I walked up. Can't a man get some coffee in peace?

I shot anyone that I could catch staring at me a piercing glare, filling one of the clean mugs on the left side of the coffee machine. It was somewhat satisfying to see the people look down, at least one good thing came out of being "intimidating". I walked back to my table, subtly listening to those around Seokjin.

"Oh, Seokjin, you're just too good," a petite brunette girl sighed, touching Seokjin's arm as she swooned. This place was so, so weird. "How do you stand it? I don't think I could."

One of Seokjin's main cronies, Hoseok, I believe, piped up. "He's a terror, he's a tartar!"

"Seokjin, we don't mean to show bias, but you're a martyr," another boy spoke up, fixing Seokjin's hair by leaning over the table. All these insults didn't even bother me, it was just weird listening to how oddly poetic everyone was being. What the hell even is a tartar? It reminded me of my grade 10 Shakespeare unit. Bad times.

Of course, Seokjin was being all sappy and sweet, smiling and crossing his legs under his beige trousers. "Well, you see, everyone," he spoke softly as if telling a story to a bunch of kids at a daycare. "These things are sent to test us."

What he was talking about, I have no idea. Was it weird as fuck? Yes. Am I the only normal person here? Most definitely. Was this entertaining? Slightly. Yes.

Everyone just clapped and nodded, there were even tears due to how "beautiful" Seokjin's speech was. This school was so weird, why on earth did I apply? I just stood up and left, this was getting so odd. Why was everyone acting like this was some kind of play? This definitely wasn't mentioned in Bangtan's online reviews.

I decided to just head to my first class, creative writing. I didn't really think much while selecting my classes, all I knew was I wanted to do artsy stuff, as well as some more academic courses, gotta put my brain to use since it seems I'm the only one in this school with one.

I sat down in the front row, away from everyone else. I was here to make myself a future, I needed to focus on my grades. Nothing else mattered. Especially not making friends. That mattered least of all.