A week later

The soft morning light streamed through the mansion's vast windows, filling the room with a gentle glow. Heejin adjusted her blazer in the mirror, glancing over her shoulder to the neatly stacked papers on the bedside table. She had been preparing for this day all week, meticulously arranging every detail. Today, they were heading to Seoul National University to get Taehyung and Jimin enrolled. For her, it was more than just a mundane administrative task, it was a chance to give Taehyung something he desperately needed: a semblance of normalcy.

But it wasn’t going to be easy.

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Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, his head down, absently fiddling with the hem of his sweater. The broken necklace still weighed heavily on his mind, his fingers instinctively brushing over the spot where it once rested against his chest. It had been a week since Aisha's confrontation, but the wound it left in Taehyung’s heart was far from healed. That necklace wasn’t just a piece of jewelry, it was a symbol of everything he had lost, everything he was still trying to hold onto.

“Baby,” Jungkook’s deep voice broke through the silence. He was standing by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and determination. “You need to get ready. Noona and Jimin are waiting.”

Taehyung looked up at him, his wide, tear-glazed eyes betraying the fear and hesitation he felt. “Hyung... do I really have to go?”

Jungkook sighed, stepping closer and kneeling in front of him. “Tae, we’ve talked about this. You need to get out there. Staying cooped up here isn’t good for you.”

“But what if something happens? What if they find me?” Taehyung’s voice trembled, his hands clutching Jungkook’s shirt as if letting go would mean losing him forever.

Jungkook placed his hands gently over Taehyung’s, his gaze softening. “Nothing is going to happen. Heejin-noona and Jimin will be with you the entire time. And we’ve taken every precaution. No one will know who you are.”

He wanted to believe his kookie hyung, he really did, but the fear was paralyzing. His memories of Daegu haunted him, the whispers, the stares, the suffocating loneliness he had endured during his university days there.

“Hyung... can’t you come with me?” Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper.

Jungkook froze for a moment, his jaw tightening. The truth was, he wanted nothing more than to go with Taehyung, to shield him from the world and the dangers lurking in it. But his presence would only draw more attention. Their enemies were always watching, waiting for an opportunity to strike. If anyone recognized them together, it could jeopardize everything.

“I can’t,” Jungkook said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “But I’ll be here when you get back. I promise.”

Taehyung’s grip loosened slightly, his shoulders slumping. “I’m scared, hyung.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied, pulling him into a tight hug. “But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve been through so much, Tae, and you’re still here. You can do this.”

Taehyung didn’t respond, but he clung to Jungkook like a lifeline, burying his face in his shoulder. Jungkook held him for a long moment before gently pulling back.

“Now, go get ready. Noona will kill me if you make her late,” Jungkook said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Taehyung managed a weak nod, shuffling off to change. Jungkook watched him go, his heart heavy. He knew how much this meant to Heejin, how determined she was to give Taehyung a fresh start. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the nagging worry that something might go wrong.

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By the time they were ready to leave, Taehyung was practically glued to Jungkook’s side. Heejin stood by the door, checking her watch impatiently.

“Tae bear, we’re going to be late,” she said, her tone exasperated but gentle.

Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, his grip on his sleeve tightening. “I don’t wanna go,” he murmured, barely audible.

“Taehyung-ah,” Heejin said, stepping closer and crouching down to his level. Her expression softened as she placed a hand on his arm. “I know you’re scared, but this is important. You need to take this step, not just for yourself, but for all of us. We want you to be happy, Tae. To live your life.”

He looked at her, his eyes wide and filled with doubt. “What if I-I can’t do it, noona? What if I fail?”

“You won’t fail,” she said firmly. “And even if you stumble, we’ll be here to catch you. Always.”

Jimin, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward. “Taehyung, I’ll be with you the whole time. We can do this together, okay?”

Taehyung hesitated, his gaze shifting between them and Jungkook. Finally, he let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

Jungkook stepped forward, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Remember, I’m just a phone call away. If anything happens, you call me immediately baby. Got it?”

Taehyung nodded again, his lips pressed into a thin line. Jungkook pulled him into one last hug before reluctantly letting him go.

“Take care of him,” Jungkook said, looking pointedly at Heejin and Jimin.

“We will,” Heejin assured him, leading Taehyung out the door.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Jungkook stood by the window, watching until it disappeared from view. He clenched his fists, a deep sense of unease settling in his chest.

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The drive to Seoul National University was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine. Taehyung sat in the backseat, staring out the window, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. Heejin glanced at him through the rearview mirror, her heart aching at the sight.

“Are you okay, Tae?” she asked gently.

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. Finally, he nodded slightly.

Heejin exchanged a worried glance with Jimin, who gave her a reassuring smile.

When they arrived at the university, the campus was bustling with activity. Students hurried to and from classes, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Taehyung stepped out of the car hesitantly, his eyes darting around nervously.

“It’s okay,” Jimin said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll stick together.”

Heejin led them to the administration building, where they began the enrollment process. She handled most of the paperwork, occasionally glancing back to check on Taehyung. He seemed to relax slightly as the minutes passed, though his grip on Jimin’s arm never loosened.

Once everything was finalized, they stepped out into the courtyard. Heejin took a deep breath, a small smile playing on her lips. “There. All done. You’re officially students of SNU.”

Taehyung looked down at the student ID card in his hand, his name printed neatly beneath his photo. It felt surreal. For the first time in years, he felt a flicker of hope--fragile, but real.

“Thank you, noona,” he said quietly.

Heejin ruffled his hair, her smile widening. “You’ll do great, Tae. I know it.”

As they made their way back to the car, Taehyung glanced around the campus, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to imagine a future, one where he wasn’t defined by his past, one where he could be free.

And for now, that was enough.

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Heejin waved at the two boys one last time before stepping into the car, her heels clicking softly on the pavement. “Take care of yourselves,” she called out. Her eyes lingered on Taehyung, her worry etched deeply into her features. Taehyung’s small nod wasn’t entirely reassuring, but she knew she had to let go.

As the car pulled away, Taehyung and Jimin stood side by side, staring at the sprawling SNU campus before them. The air buzzed with energy, students hurried past with books and laptops, groups chatted animatedly under shady trees, and the occasional bicycle zipped by.

Taehyung tightened his grip on the straps of his backpack, his knuckles whitening. “Hyung, A-Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, his voice almost drowned out by the campus noise.

Jimin turned to him, smiling gently. “It’s not like we have much choice now, Tae.”

“But you didn’t even want to do this,” Taehyung muttered, his gaze fixed on the cobblestone path ahead.

Jimin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I didn’t, but hey, someone has to stick with you. Besides, how bad could it be? Interior design sounds... fun.” He trailed off, his lack of enthusiasm evident.

Taehyung glanced up at him, his lips twitching in the ghost of a smile. “You don’t have to babysit me, Jiminie hyung. You can still switch courses if you want.”

“And leave you alone in this jungle? Not a chance.” Jimin clapped a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, steering him toward the lecture halls. “Come on, let’s find our class before we’re late on the first day.”

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The lecture hall for Color Vision and Psychology was spacious, its walls adorned with framed artwork showcasing the interplay of colors and human emotion. Rows of seats rose in a semi-circle around the central teaching podium. Taehyung hesitated at the doorway, his heart pounding as he scanned the room.

Most of the seats were already occupied, and the chatter of students filled the air. He could feel their gazes, curious, indifferent, and in some cases, borderline judgmental, as they passed by. Some girls and boys even forgot to breathe for a moment seeing the handsome guy and and angelic boy.

“Over there.” Jimin nudged Taehyung and pointed to a pair of empty seats near the back.

They shuffled to the seats, drawing a few more stares. Taehyung kept his head down, his hands clenching the edge of his notebook as he tried to ignore the whispers around them.

“You okay?” Jimin whispered as they sat down.

Taehyung nodded stiffly. “Yeah. Just... overwhelmed.”

“Don’t worry, Tae. They’re probably just surprised at how handsome we are,” Jimin joked, winking.

Taehyung let out a small huff of laughter, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

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The professor entered the room moments later, silencing the chatter with her commanding presence. She was a tall woman with sharp features and an aura of confidence that demanded attention.

“Good morning, everyone,” she began, her voice clear and authoritative. “Welcome to Color Vision and Psychology. My name is Professor Lee, and I’ll be guiding you through the fascinating relationship between colors and the human psyche.”

She glanced around the room, her gaze briefly settling on Taehyung and Jimin before moving on. “This course will explore how colors influence perception, emotion, and behavior. By the end of the semester, you’ll understand how to use color not just as a tool, but as a language. And this is the only course you are new to as you already has been learning other course subjects for over a year now.”

Taehyung found himself leaning forward slightly, her words sparking a faint interest despite his anxiety. Back at Daegu University, he had chosen interior design because of his love for creating spaces that felt like home. He hadn’t delved deeply into the psychology of design, but now he wondered if this course could help him understand the emotional connection people had with their environments.

Jimin, on the other hand, was already zoning out. He doodled absentmindedly in his notebook, glancing at the clock every few minutes. He wasn’t here for the subject matter, he was here for Taehyung.

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The lecture began with a discussion on the psychological effects of color. Professor Lee projected a series of slides showing images dominated by specific colors and asked the students to describe their feelings.

“Red,” she said, displaying a vibrant image of a rose garden. “What does this color evoke?”

“Passion,” one student answered.

“Anger,” another added.

“Love,” someone else chimed in.

Taehyung scribbled notes furiously, his mind buzzing with ideas. The discussion felt less like a lecture and more like an exploration of human emotion, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was genuinely engaged.

Jimin nudged him. “You’re actually into this, huh?”

Taehyung glanced at him, his cheeks tinged pink. “It’s... interesting.”

Jimin smirked. “Good. At least one of us is learning something.”

The class continued with a hands-on activity where students were asked to pair colors with emotions. Taehyung hesitated as he reached for the colored pencils on his desk, his fingers brushing against Jimin’s.

“Go ahead, Tae,” Jimin said, pushing the pencils toward him. “I’m just here to cheer you on.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He carefully selected a shade of blue and began sketching a simple scene, a serene lake under a cloudless sky.

“Why blue?” Jimin asked, leaning over to peek at his work.

“It’s calming,” Taehyung replied without looking up. “It reminds me of peace.”

Jimin nodded thoughtfully, watching as Taehyung lost himself in the drawing.

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By the time the class ended, Taehyung felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in years, passion. The subject matter intrigued him, and though he still felt out of place, he realized that maybe, just maybe, he could make this work.

As they packed up their things, Jimin slung an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “So, how was your first day back in the academic world?”

Taehyung hesitated, then smiled shyly. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

“See? I told you it wouldn’t kill you,” Jimin teased, ruffling his hair.

Taehyung swatted his hand away, smiling softly. For the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of normalcy.

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Outside the lecture hall, the campus was alive with activity. Students lounged on the grass, played frisbee, and gathered in groups to discuss their classes. Taehyung and Jimin walked side by side, the tension that had weighed on them earlier slowly dissipating.

“Hyung,” Jimin said suddenly, “you’re going to be fine here. I can feel it.”

Taehyung glanced at him, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Jimin said firmly. “And I’ll be here every step of the way. We’ve got this, okay?”

Taehyung nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that things might actually get better.

As they made their way to the cafeteria for lunch, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. For Jimin, for Heejin, for the chance to start anew.

It wasn’t going to be easy, but for the first time in years, he felt ready to try.

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The cafeteria was bustling with life, the air filled with the aroma of freshly cooked food and the hum of conversations. Students moved about with trays piled high with rice, stews, and steaming bowls of ramen, while others gathered at tables, laughing and sharing stories. Taehyung and Jimin stood at the entrance, taking it all in.

Jimin nudged Taehyung lightly. “Come on, don’t look so nervous. It’s just food, not a battlefield.”

Taehyung shot him a timid glance before nodding. “I know. It’s just... a lot of people.”

Jimin chuckled, his voice warm and comforting. “Stick with me, kiddo. I’ll protect you from the big, bad cafeteria crowd.” He ruffled Taehyung’s hair affectionately, earning a small pout from the younger.

The two moved toward the food counters, where trays of colorful dishes were lined up. Taehyung hesitated, overwhelmed by the variety. Jimin, noticing his struggle, took the lead.

“Alright, let’s get you something you’ll actually eat,” he said, grabbing a tray and loading it with rice, kimchi, a bowl of tofu soup, and a small plate of fried chicken. He handed the tray to Taehyung before assembling his own.

Taehyung held the tray close to his chest, glancing nervously at the tables. “Where should we sit?”

Jimin scanned the room, his eyes landing on a relatively quiet corner. “There. Nice and peaceful.” He steered Taehyung toward the spot, placing his tray on the table and motioning for Taehyung to sit.

Once seated, Jimin immediately turned his attention to Taehyung, watching as the younger picked at his food. “You need to eat more than that, Tae.”

Taehyung glanced up, his expression sheepish. “I’m eating.”

“Barely.” Jimin reached over, scooping up a piece of fried chicken with his chopsticks and holding it out to Taehyung. “Open up.”

Taehyung blinked, his cheeks flushing. “Hyung, I can feed myself.”

“Not if you’re going to eat like a bird,” Jimin countered, his tone playful but firm. “Come on, don’t make me force-feed you in front of everyone.”

Reluctantly, Taehyung leaned forward and took the bite, chewing slowly. Jimin grinned, satisfied. “See? Not so hard.”

As they ate, Jimin kept the conversation light, telling stories about his time back in Busan and cracking jokes that eventually coaxed small smiles out of Taehyung. Slowly but surely, the younger began to relax, his tension easing with every laugh and every bite.

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After finishing their meal, the two headed to their next class—Design Principles and Aesthetic Theory. The lecture hall was smaller than the first, with an intimate setting that allowed for more interaction. Taehyung hesitated at the door again, but this time, Jimin didn’t give him a chance to linger.

“Let’s sit at the front,” Jimin said, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist and pulling him forward.

“The front?” Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that too... close?”

“Exactly. That way, we can hear everything and look like we’re good students,” Jimin replied with a wink.

They settled into their seats just as the professor walked in, a cheerful man in his forties with a passion for art and design that radiated from him. He started the class with a discussion on balance and harmony in interior spaces, using famous designs as examples.

As the professor spoke, Taehyung found himself drawn to the topic. His love for creating spaces that felt warm and inviting resurfaced, pushing aside his doubts and fears. He took diligent notes, his pen moving swiftly across the page.

Jimin, on the other hand, spent most of the class sneaking glances at Taehyung, a fond smile playing on his lips. Seeing the younger so engrossed in the lecture warmed his heart.

When the professor asked a question about the use of symmetry in a particular design, Taehyung hesitated before raising his hand.

“Yes, you,” the professor said, pointing at him.

Taehyung swallowed nervously before answering, his voice soft but clear. “I think symmetry can create a sense of order and stability, but it might also feel rigid if overused. Asymmetry, when done right, can make a space feel more dynamic and alive.”

The professor beamed. “Excellent observation! What’s your name?”

“Taehyung,” he replied, his cheeks tinged pink.

“Well, Taehyung, I’m looking forward to hearing more of your insights this semester.”

As the class continued, Taehyung’s confidence grew. By the time it ended, he felt a flicker of pride.

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Outside the lecture hall, Jimin slung an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders, his grin wide. “Look at you, star student already. I’m impressed.”

Taehyung ducked his head, his lips curling into a shy smile. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was. You’re amazing, and you need to start believing it,” Jimin said firmly.

Taehyung glanced up at him, his eyes softening. “Thanks, Jiminie hyung . For everything.”

“Hey, what are big brothers for?” Jimin teased, ruffling Taehyung’s hair again.

Taehyung laughed, a sound that was rare but heartwarming.

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Their final class of the day was a practical session on mood boards and concept creation. The students were tasked with designing a mood board based on a theme of their choice.

Taehyung chose tranquility, his mind immediately conjuring images of soft blues, gentle whites, and natural wood textures. He worked diligently, cutting out pictures from magazines and arranging them on his board with precision.

Jimin, on the other hand, struggled to come up with a theme. He leaned over to Taehyung, watching him work. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

Taehyung looked up, his hands pausing. “You think so?”

“Definitely. I don’t even know what I’m doing over here,” Jimin admitted, gesturing to his empty board.

Taehyung smiled softly. “W-Why don’t you try something you l-like? What about music, hyung?”

Jimin’s eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Tae.”

As they worked side by side, Taehyung began to open up, sharing his thoughts on design and colors. Jimin listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with his own ideas.

By the time the session ended, both their boards were complete, and Taehyung felt a sense of accomplishment he hadn’t experienced in years.

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The college day had finally come to an end, and as the students poured out of the building in groups, Taehyung and Jimin stepped outside together. The warm golden hues of the late afternoon sun bathed the campus, casting long shadows across the walkways. Taehyung clutched his bag close to his chest, his small frame slightly hunched as he followed Jimin.

Jimin turned to Taehyung, his voice light and teasing. “First day done and dusted. How are we feeling, champ?”

Taehyung blinked at him, his doe eyes wide and hesitant. “It was... okay.”

Jimin grinned, clearly not satisfied with the lukewarm response. “Okay? That’s it? Come on, give me more, Tae. I saw you answering in class. You were amazing!”

Taehyung’s cheeks turned a faint pink, and he glanced down at the pavement. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was to me,” Jimin said with a firm nod, slinging an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “You’re a natural, and we’re celebrating tonight, no arguments.”

Before Taehyung could respond, a familiar black car pulled up to the curb. Yoongi stepped out, looking effortlessly cool in his dark sweater and jeans. His sharp eyes softened the moment they landed on Taehyung and Jimin.

“Need a ride, kids?” Yoongi asked, smirking slightly as he leaned against the car.

“Finally! I thought you’d forgotten about us. And who are you calling kids, I'm your boyfriend, the only kid here is our tae bear,” Jimin teased, ushering Taehyung toward the car.

“I was here five minutes early, thank you very much,” Yoongi retorted, opening the back door for Taehyung. His gaze shifted to Taehyung, who hesitated for a moment before climbing in. “How was your first day, Tae?”

Taehyung mumbled something incoherent, his eyes fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the strap of his bag. Yoongi frowned slightly but didn’t push. Instead, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

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As they drove through the bustling streets of Seoul, Jimin filled the silence with his usual chatter, recounting their day in vivid detail. Taehyung occasionally nodded or offered a quiet hum in response, but mostly, he stayed tucked into his corner of the car, watching the city pass by through the window.

They stopped at a red light near a busy intersection when something caught Taehyung’s attention. On the side of a tall building, a massive billboard displayed a poster of a strawberry shortcake. The cake was perfectly adorned with layers of cream and fresh strawberries, the kind of dessert that looked almost too good to eat.

Taehyung’s lips parted slightly, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he stared at the image. For a moment, he seemed lost in it, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

Yoongi glanced at the rearview mirror and caught the expression on Taehyung’s face. A soft chuckle escaped him. “You want cake, Tae?”

Taehyung blinked, startled, and quickly shook his head. “N-no, it’s fine.”

“Fine? Did you see how you were looking at that cake? Like it held the secrets of the universe,” Jimin chimed in, leaning back to look at Taehyung from the passenger seat. “We’re getting you that cake.”

“Y-You don’t have to---” Taehyung began, but Jimin waved him off.

“Don’t even try to argue. You deserve it after today,” Jimin said, his voice warm but firm.

Yoongi smirked, taking a turn down a quieter street. “I know just the place.”

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The café Yoongi drove to was nestled in a quaint neighborhood, its exterior decorated with strings of fairy lights and blooming flower boxes. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting, with wooden furniture, soft pastel accents, and the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air.

Taehyung hesitated at the entrance, his fingers curling around the strap of his bag. Jimin noticed and nudged him gently. “Come on, Tae. It’s just a café. Nothing scary in here.”

Taehyung nodded, taking a tentative step inside. His eyes immediately landed on the glass display counter, where rows of cakes, pastries, and cookies were artfully arranged. The strawberry shortcake from the poster sat proudly in the center, looking even more delicious in person.

Yoongi ordered a variety of treats while Jimin guided Taehyung to a corner table by the window. The younger sat quietly, his hands folded neatly in his lap as he took in the ambiance.

“You know,” Jimin began, leaning forward with a grin, “I’m pretty sure that cake’s going to taste even better because you’ve been thinking about it.”

Taehyung gave a small smile, his fingers twitching slightly. “It does look nice.”

“Nice?” Jimin scoffed. “Tae, it looks like heaven on a plate. Just wait till you try it.”

Yoongi returned with a tray laden with plates of desserts, placing the strawberry shortcake in front of Taehyung. The younger stared at it for a moment before glancing up at Yoongi, his expression almost shy.

“Thank you h-hyung,” he said softly.

“Don’t mention it,” Yoongi replied, settling into his seat. “Dig in.”

Taehyung picked up his fork, cutting a small piece of the cake. As he took the first bite, his eyes widened slightly, and a faint hum of satisfaction escaped him. Jimin watched with an exaggerated expression of delight.

“See? I told you it’d be good,” Jimin said, leaning over to steal a bite for himself.

“Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, but the indignation in his tone was clear.

Jimin laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll let you enjoy it. But only because you’re cute when you’re mad.”

Yoongi chuckled quietly, watching the two interact. It was moments like these that made him hopeful, hopeful that Taehyung could find his way back to the light, even if it was one small step at a time.

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As the evening went on, Jimin and Yoongi continued to baby Taehyung, coaxing him out of his shell little by little. They shared jokes, teased him gently, and made sure he never felt left out of the conversation.

When it was time to leave, Taehyung hesitated at the door, glancing back at the café with a small smile. For the first time in a long time, he felt a faint glimmer of normalcy, like he belonged, even if just for a moment.

Jimin slung an arm around him as they walked back to the car. “Today was just the beginning, Tae. There’s so much more fun to be had.”

Taehyung glanced up at him, his eyes soft but uncertain. “It’s... hard sometimes.”

“We know,” Yoongi said from beside him, his voice steady and reassuring. “But you’ve got us. And we’re not going anywhere.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips. With all of them by his side, maybe, just maybe, he could start to believe in brighter days ahead.

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Hi Berries!!! 🍓

A new day, a new update! I’ve written quite a few chapters, but I didn’t have time to proofread and edit them until now. So here I am, working through them and releasing them one by one!

I wanted to clarify something—there might be some confusion regarding Taehyung’s situation. At the end of the semester at Daegu University, Heejin pulled him out of college and enrolled him in SNU for the new semester. Also, some of the courses mentioned aren’t real; I made them up because I’m a little obsessed with color psychology, and it’s going to play an important role in the plot later on.

Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown me so far. It means everything, and I hope you’ll continue to join me on this journey until the very end.

If you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to vote and share your thoughts in the comments! I’d love to hear from you.

Stay safe, stay happy, and as always—happy reading!

✍️ Adona 🖤🍂