Taecyeon’s POV

A white sheet of paper with black scribbling on it appeared in front of my face. Using the pen, the lady pointed to a blank line, "Sign here and you're good to go." Handing me the pen, I took it from her and signed the page. I gave the pen back to her only to notice that she had a weird smile on her face. I had no idea what she was trying to do but I think that it was supposed to appear to me as somewhat y. Although my theory might be correct, it looked like she had some serious facial issues.

She grabbed onto the pen as I gave her a wry smile. She must’ve taken my non-appreciative smile and interpreted into something along the lines of ‘I-like-you’. Either way, she let out a short, loud giggle which disgusted me even further. Shuddering I bent down to pick up my stuff before moving to my assigned dorm.

As I looked back up again, anxious to dash out of the reception; I felt something on my arm. I looked down to see a hand there. I looked up at the lady and noticed that she had a felt tip pen in . Sending me what I supposed was supposed to be a flirtatious look; she took the pen out, leaving the lid clamped between her teeth. She began writing on my arm, making it somewhat ticklish for me.

As I took a closer look; I realised what she was writing. She was writing her number on my arm so that I could contact her. Once she finished writing, the lid dropped from and the pen dropped from her hand as she made her right hand into a something that resembled a phone and mouthed, ‘Call me’.

I gave her a look of disgust as she let out another short giggle, punctuated with a snort at the end. She handed me a map of the college which had all the information I needed for settling in. I pulled my arm away from her grasp and ran as fast as I could out of the reception. I shivered inwardly; she was probably twice my age.

I looked down at the sheet of paper; I was assigned to Room 22. The sheet had a space where it said ‘Roommates:’ but there was nothing next to it. Just because I was a criminal and had been in trouble with the police on more than one occasion, didn’t mean that I was stripped of the right to have roommates, right? I mean if I must say so myself, I’m pretty acquainted with the police. They got me in for drink driving, underage drinking, public disturbance and vandalism.

I rounded the corner and looked on the left side where all the even numbered doors were. There was Room 16, 18, 20. I stopped suddenly in my tracks. I heard something near Room 20. Something must be going on in there. I thought it must be just people chatting; until I realised what I heard weren’t sentences, but moans. I heard that this college was really strict but I guess they weren’t that strict if they allowed this sort of thing to go on.

Moving onto the next door, I used the key given to me to unlock the door. Twisting the doorknob, I was greeted with by the sight of two freshly-made bunk beds, a desk, a shelf and a wardrobe. Setting my bags down, I suddenly felt lazy and didn’t feel like putting all my bags away. I made a beeline for the bed and flopped onto it; surprising myself when it offered much comfort and support. Slowly, I found my eyelids drooping and blackness engulfing me and my vision.

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Yoona’s POV

I went through my classes for the day in my head and got all my textbooks and notebooks ready for the day. Shoving them into a bag, I pulled it onto my shoulder and exited my room, leaving my roommate Yuri in her deep slumber. Lucky her. She had no classes for Monday morning.

I made my way over to the classes which were on the other side of the campus. As I walked, I heard people wave and yell hello to me. I would look their way and give them a small smile. I acted like everything was alright but the truth was that it wasn’t.

Last night, my parents had given me another phone call. They were saying how I had to be on top of my class and I had to keep that all the way throughout college. I didn’t say anything to them but afterwards, I broke down and cried. Yuri comforted me the whole time.

I hated how my parents pressured me into doing well. I hated it even more when my peers pressured me into doing well. They always expected me to be perfect when the truth was that I wasn’t. I hated how I was supposed to be, in my parents' eyes, their little princess. I hated it even more when everybody in the college assumed me to be the ‘good girl’.

I felt an arm snake over my shoulder which distracted me from my thoughts. I whipped around, planning on screaming at the person to take their hands off. However, the words dried on my mouth as I found that it was my boyfriend, Nichkhun. Like me, he was also pressured by peers and parents. However unlike me, he seemed to enjoy the pressure that he received; something that I did not get.

I supposed that he could tell that I wasn’t in a good mood so he didn’t talk to me. Past experiences had told him that whenever I was in a bad mood, I was better left alone than being talked to. We walked over to my class and he gave me a peck on the lips as he dropped me off there. He had different classes for the day.

As soon as I stepped inside the classroom, multiple voices called out my name; most of them belonging to guys I barely knew. This always happened. Whenever boys saw that my boyfriend wasn’t around, they always invited me to sit with them. Realising that I had come in fairly late and that there weren’t many seats left, I evaluated all my seating options.

There was an empty space next to a nerd who had a habit of spitting on people; I wasn’t going to sit there. There was another seat next to a guy who I knew had been crushing on me real hard; I dismissed it as well. There was a spare seat next to the girl who always competed with me on everything; I wasn’t going to sit there either. Scanning the room, I realised that there was only one seat left. It was next to a guy who was probably new since I’d never really seen him before. He was good-looking, attractive and I supposed, as I weighed all my options, he was my best choice.

I made my way over and asked him if anyone was sitting next to him, to which he shook his head and said no. Giving him a smile I sat down; somewhat grateful that I had found a good spot. I couldn’t help but notice that he had an aura that surrounded him; a bad boy aura. But he didn’t look like it though.

The lecturer came in and everybody settled down. He began to speak, “Everyone, we have a new student. Stand up, Mr Ok Taecyeon-ssi.” I heard a scraping of a chair and turned to where the noise came from. The person beside me was the new student. I heard a few girls giggling and out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed them gawking at him.

He sat down as the lecturer continued, “I’d like you to make him feel welcomed, and please,” he waved his arms for dramatic purposes, “whatever you do, don’t get him into trouble. We wanna make sure that this will be the last college he goes to.” The whole class laughed. I faked one. I turned my head to look at him more properly; I guess I was right. He was a bad boy after all.

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