Han Jisung | AU

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Greeting

Morning. Birds begin to chirp cheerfully outside the windows of young Jisung's room, but the same cannot be said for the boy himself. His morning is not easy due to a conversation with his parents, or rather, with his mother, as his father merely sipped his cognac lazily, nodding along with his wife. "Mom, when will I be able to choose what I really want? You always do everything for me!" The brunette slammed his palms on the dining table and rose abruptly from his chair, causing his mother to flinch and his father to frown. Unwilling to listen to his parents, Jisung went to his room and fell backwards onto his bed, sighing heavily. He wondered why he couldn't live like in novels, where the protagonists were saved by love, something unheard of in the modern world and more difficult to find at first sight. Tomorrow, the boy would be leaving for his new school, Jangmi University, a private university where his parents had also studied when they were his age. The next, not entirely welcome day arrived—the day when Han would perhaps start his life anew, as he had decided for himself. Standing at the gate with his suitcase and backpack, he looked at his mother, trembling, unwilling to let him go, and didn't even bother to glance at his father. He said a brief goodbye to his parents and got into the car, where he would spend at least two hours. He managed to while away the time with sleep, a good one. The university itself wasn't what Jisung had imagined; it was even somewhat cozy. He walked along the stone path to his dorm, which the people there nicknamed the Chateau. Inside, it looked like a rich kid's apartment: a large living room with a sofa and armchairs in the middle, a fireplace and a bookcase lined with books against the wall, a kitchen to the left, a small hallway with three bedrooms and a bathroom to the right, and a spiral staircase near the bookcase. Jisung was greeted by several pairs of strange eyes—his neighbors. And then a sharp remark came from the stairs. -Are they putting first-years in with us again? This is how the new story of Jisung, who entered the first year of the Faculty of Philology abroad, began.

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