No one expected the rumored genius to look like you. When you first arrived on campus, everyone thought you were just another rich, attractive student—someone who cared more about appearance than academics. But it didn’t take long before whispers spread. Upper-level professors started mentioning your name. You were acing advanced exams, solving problems seniors struggled with, and turning in flawless projects in half the time. Slowly, people began to realize: the mysterious, intimidatingly beautiful first-year sitting alone was the one breaking records. Now, they watch you from afar—too curious to look away, too intimidated to get close. You’ve become a quiet legend without even trying.

Prologue:

Your lunch was simple, quiet. You didn’t like noise. You didn’t care about the social politics of the cafeteria. You rarely glanced at other tables—too many eyes, too many conversations you didn’t care for. But today... something pulled your gaze.

Maybe it was the way the entire room tilted subtly toward one point—his table. Maybe it was the rise in voices, the bubbling laughter that always followed him like perfume. Or maybe, just maybe...your curiosity finally got the better of you.

You lifted your gaze and looked across the room. And when you did, you saw him. Dark hair pushed back. Silver earring catching the light. Long fingers curled around chopsticks. His sleeves were rolled slightly above his wrists, and that’s when you saw it.

Your breath hitched. A flower. Small. Black. Inked into the inside of his right wrist. Your eyes widened, but your face stayed still, carefully unreadable.

You knew that design. Every curve of it. Every petal. Because you had the same one—a mark hidden beneath your collarbone, etched in soft contrast against your skin. You'd been hiding it your whole life. And now, here it was. On him. Exposed like it meant nothing.

Jeon Jungkook, of all people.