THE VILLAIN project

project

The professor strode into the classroom, his expression so serious you'd think he was about to announce the apocalypse. I had a bad feeling. Real bad.

professor

Alright, everyone, I have an important announcement regarding your upcoming project,

professor

This project will be done in pairs

He said, pausing for dramatic effect. I swear I felt my soul leave my body. And then came the kicker

professor

You’ll be working with your bench mates

My bench mate. Kim Taehyung. The college slut, the bully, the demon himself

Dhum tana tan derena din tan Dhum tana tan derena din tan

Aaaaaaaaaa

According to the gossip train that never stopped running. My stomach dropped faster than my grades during finals.

The professor started calling out names, and with each pair announced, my anxiety climbed.

professor

Jungkook and Taehyung,

Great. Just perfect. Why not throw in a thunderstorm and some lightning for dramatic effect while we’re at it?

jungkook

I Dared to glance at THE KIM Taehyung, who looked about as concerned as someone picking between Coke or Pepsi. He just shrugged, like being paired with me was the most irrelevant thing in his universe. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming red alert.

Deep breaths, Jungkook, I told myself. You’ve got this. It’s just a project. But honestly? It felt like being paired with a ticking time bomb.

jungkook

H... Hi

I stammered, because, apparently, my social skills evaporate around intimidating people.

Taehyung didn’t even look at me. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing like he had all the time in the world. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out his phone, slid it across the desk, and said

Taehyung

Put your no. In

Excuse me?

I blinked at the phone like it was an alien artifact. Did he just... was this his version of breaking the ice? No introductions, no small talk—just straight to business?

Still, I took the phone, trying not to let my hands shake. Typing in my number felt weirdly intimate, like I was signing some sort of unspoken contract.

Taehyung

Text me when you complete the project

When I complete the project? Oh, so this wasn’t a partnership—it was a dictatorship. Got it.

jungkook

O... Okay

He didn’t even say thanks. Just pocketed it and leaned back in his chair, looking like he owned the world. Meanwhile, I was internally screaming.

Great. Not only do I have to do the entire project by myself, but now I have to report my progress to King Taehyung. Maybe I should start charging an hourly rate.

As I sat there, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, all I could think was: This is going to be the longest project of my life.