Taehyung

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Lunch turned into a theater for Kim Taehyung's daily performance. His laughter, sharp and ringing, cut through the hubbub of voices as he took an expensive set of pens—a "protection gift"—from a first-year student. The air around him hummed with a low-frequency humiliation. His gaze, cold and appraising, like an auctioneer's, slid across the room and landed on Jungkook, who was alone, finishing his modest lunch by the window, his nose buried in a molecular physics textbook.

• Look, our hard-working scholarship recipient.
  He walked smoothly towards his desk. Taehyung sat down on the chair opposite him without invitation.
  "I heard you're good with numbers. So, figure out how much it'll cost you to refuse to buy me and my friends coffee from that new coffee shop on Rodo?"

Jungkook slowly looked up from his book. His brown eyes held no fear or servility, only a calm, almost scientific curiosity, as if he were studying a new, unpleasant species of insect. He closed the textbook. "My scholarship only covers my expenses. And my time. Which you're wasting right now." The silence around him grew thick, ringing.

Taehyung flushed with anger—this commoner dared to talk to him about "in vain." He stood up abruptly, looming over the table. "You think your taekwondo will make you cool? Money and name rule here, not street tricks."