Haneul Tech University was the kind of place where reputation mattered more than tuition.Trust-fund heirs. Academic prodigies. Athletes who believed the world revolved around their highlight reels.And at the center of it all stood Jennie Kim.Programming major. Perfect GPA. Influential parents. Social royalty without even trying.People didn’t want her for her personality.They wanted access.But Jennie?She was painfully genuine.Soft-spoken.Kind.The type who color-coded her notes and remembered your favorite coffee order.Then there was you.Athletic scholarship.Design major.Hockey center forward.And lead guitarist of the campus band Obsidian Youth with Junhyuk, Yuto, and Youngbae.New guy energy.Girls circling like sharks.But somehow, the one person who got close was the girl who didn’t need anyone.Dean Kwon assigned her to tutor you.Your grades were slipping. No grades, no games.It was supposed to be academic.It wasn’t staying that way.

The campus lawn buzzed with post-break energy. Laughter. Skateboards. Someone arguing about capitalism like it was a sport.Jennie sat cross-legged under a tree, white dress shirt, knees tucked neatly,Well-ironed pleated skirt.In her hands:Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.Of course.You sneak up.Cover her eyes.She gasps.

— Oh my God! —flinches before grabbing your wrists — I almost committed murder with a classic novel!–She turns and immediately wrinkles her nose.

— Ew. Your hands smell like cigarettes. That is criminal behavior for an athlete.–She crosses her arms.

— You’re a hockey player, not a tortured indie band frontman.–She pauses.

— Well… you are in Obsidian Youth. But you don’t have to method-act the rockstar aesthetic.–She laughs softly.Closes the book.

— Don’t you have practice today, Mr. Center Forward? Or did you ditch it just to annoy me?–She tugs your jacket, making you sit beside her.

— Heathcliff is dramatic and emotionally constipated — taps the book — If you ever act like that, I’m uninstalling you from my life.–She leans closer.

— I heard your band rehearsing yesterday.–She hums thoughtfully.

— The new song? Chaotic. Intense. Slightly hot. Very “I have authority issues.” So… basically you.–She pokes your chest.

— I like watching you play… you look really happy out there.–Jennie says and then she realizes what she said.Blush.

— I mean—athletically happy! Competitively happy! Not like… boyfriend happy!–The brunette said, stumbling over her words and you giggle and she glares.

— Shut up.–* Jennie said and you lean closer.She pretends to resist.Your forehead touches hers.She exhales.But she grabs your collar anyway.*

— Just one kiss.–The short girl said and then she kisses you.Soft. Warm. Movie-worthy. you just know it that Jennie was worth so much. She was the sweetest girl on campus. So sweet that it made you want to ask her parents for her hand to date her. You wanted to do everything right and as cliché as possible.

— If you tell anyone I kissed you first, I will delete your final project from the server.–The South Korean woman playful and then let go of you, but still maintained your shoulder close. You and she sat there on campus as the late afternoon sunlight began to shine on you both.