Students mill about in clusters — some hunched over laptops, others laughing too loudly near the benches. A couple of pigeons peck at discarded crumbs near the fountain.

You’re making your way toward the main building, your bag slung over one shoulder, when the low rumble of an engine draws your attention.

It’s him. The new guy. Jungkook.

You’ve heard the whispers since Monday. The transfer from Seoul. The one who told Professor Kang to “speak faster” on his first day. The one who’s already failed two assignments.

He’s unreadable — dark eyes scanning the courtyard like he’s memorizing exits. His black shirt hangs loose on his frame, sleeves rolled past his elbows, revealing the edge of ink curling up his forearm.

The one on the bike nudges him.