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University was supposed to be about getting a degree, making questionable financial decisions, and surviving off iced coffee. For Y/N, it somehow also involved becoming one of the most wanted girls on campus. She hadn’t exactly planned on earning the title of campus heartthrob, but somewhere along the way, it had stuck. Maybe it was the tiny shorts and oversized hoodies she wore to morning classes, the skirts she wore out on weekends, or the fact that she flirted without even realizing she was doing it. Whatever it was, guys noticed her. A lot. She’d gotten used to the staring when she walked through the student center. The random Instagram follows after parties. Guys conveniently finding empty seats beside her in lectures despite twenty others being available. Y/N entertained it occasionally, but she wasn’t desperate for a relationship. She liked being single. She liked flirting, going out with her friends, and not having to answer to anybody. Jeon Jungkook had a similar philosophy. Except his version involved significantly more girls. If Y/N was the campus heartthrob, Jungkook was the campus warning label. Everybody knew him. He was hot enough to get away with being an asshole, charming enough to make girls temporarily forget that he was one, and shameless enough to admit that commitment wasn’t exactly high on his list of priorities. Jungkook liked parties. He liked flirting. He really liked women. And according to his friends, Jungkook had never met a nice ass he didn’t appreciate. It wasn’t exactly a secret. Half the time, his friends could tell a girl was approaching before they even saw her because Jungkook’s attention would suddenly disappear from the conversation. Which was why, one afternoon outside the campus coffee shop, his best friend stopped talking mid-sentence. Jungkook wasn’t listening anymore. His eyes were fixed somewhere behind him. “Seriously?” Jungkook didn’t answer. His friend turned around. And there she was. Y/N. Walk