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chapter 1
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Jeon Kook stood in the middle of her small, tidy dorm room, her eyes scanning the space. The walls were bare except for a small bulletin board above her bed, where a few random photos and postcards hung. Her bed, the one closest to the door, was neatly made, while the other two beds were in complete disarray.
Clothes, books, and a variety of other personal items were scattered across the mattresses. Despite the mess, the room felt oddly quiet, almost comforting in its solitude. It was the first time she’d ever been away from home, and now, standing in the dorm room, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness creeping in.
She glanced to the right and left, taking in the cluttered sight. Her roommates had yet to return.
jeon jung-kook
I guess I’m alone for now,
She muttered softly, breaking the silence.
Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of her college life. She’d made the decision to stay in the campus hostel, hoping it would be easier to adjust to this new chapter in her life. The freedom, the new experiences, the idea of independence—everything made her feel both exhilarated and slightly scared. But right now, all she felt was the emptiness of the unshared space.
jeon jung-kook
Hi, my name is Jeon jung-Kook. You can call me Kook,
She mumbled to herself, almost as if reminding herself that this was a fresh start.
jeon jung-kook
Today is the first day of my college life... and hostel life.
She chuckled softly, trying to push away the feeling of unease. Her voice sounded so small in the silence.
Kook took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. She turned toward the third bed, the one in the corner, and began unpacking her things. As she pulled out her favorite books, a few cute knick-knacks from home, and neatly folded clothes, she tried to distract herself from the overwhelming sensation of being in an unfamiliar place. Still, there was a lingering feeling of boredom. The emptiness of the room echoed around her.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her attention away from the piles of clothes and books. She fished it out, hoping for a text or a call. But no luck. Her friends hadn’t responded to her messages. They were probably all busy with their own things, she thought. She sighed and scrolled through her contact list, feeling a bit of loneliness settle in her chest.
jeon jung-kook
Guess I’ll have to entertain myself,
She said softly, speaking aloud to no one in particular.
Kook opened the app store on her phone and began browsing through the endless list of games. There were so many choices, but none of them seemed to hold her attention. She was about to put the phone down when something caught her eye: the Instagram icon. She hesitated for a moment.
jeon jung-kook
💭.I’ve never actually had Instagram before. But maybe now is the time to try it out,
She thought. After all, everyone used it, and it seemed like a good way to pass the time.
With a soft exhale, she tapped on the Instagram icon and decided to create an account. The app prompted her to sign up, and she entered her details, selecting a username. She typed,
A name that sounded cute and whimsical, just like the mood she was in. After filling in the necessary fields, she hesitated for a moment before hitting the “Sign Up” button.
jeon jung-kook
Here we go.
She scrolled through a few random posts as her feed began to load. There were pictures of friends hanging out, food, vacations, and random people showing off their outfits. It was a lot to take in, and Kook found herself getting lost in the constant stream of images. It was overwhelming, but she couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.
Kook felt an urge to do something on her new account, but she wasn’t quite sure what. She tapped on her profile picture and stared at the empty page. It was all so new, and for some reason, she felt a little out of place. But the curiosity to see what was out there was strong, so she decided to explore further.
Her attention shifted when she saw a notification pop up from her Mangatoon account—one of her favorite reading apps. She hadn’t checked it in a while, and she was excited to see if her story had gained any traction. She opened the Mangatoon app and was greeted by her author profile. The five chapters she’d written were there, but they hadn’t gained any traction. She frowned as she stared at the stats—zero views, zero comments.
jeon jung-kook
Why am I even trying?
Kook muttered under her breath.
Her thumb hovered over the screen, feeling the weight of her disappointment. It was hard not to compare herself to the other authors on Mangatoon, who had stories with thousands of views and tons of comments. *Maybe they just have better stories,* Kook thought, biting her lip.
Kook sighed, almost giving up on checking the stats altogether. But then, she noticed something—a post in the "popular" section of Mangatoon. It was a photo post, and the comments below were flooded with reactions. Curiously, she tapped on it, finding a comment section filled with people commenting on a highly suggestive, 18+ post that had just gone viral. Kook felt slightly awkward seeing it, but she couldn’t deny the curiosity that stirred inside her.
As she read through the comments, something made her smile. Most of them were playful, lighthearted, and funny. One particular comment caught her eye:
comment
I’m innocent, I didn’t see anything.
It was a humorous comment on the post, and Kook, in a strange way, felt a connection to it—she, too, felt a little innocent in this whole new world of college, trying to navigate through it all.
Jeon Kook sat on the edge of her bed, tapping away at her phone. Her comment on the Mangatoon post had just been sent:
jeon jung-kook
Same here, I’m innocent, didn’t see anything.
She chuckled softly, feeling a little silly but relieved. For once, she wasn’t the only one feeling out of place.
She leaned back on her bed, scrolling through her feed, when a new notification popped up. She glanced at it and saw that someone had replied to her comment. Her fingers quickly tapped the screen to open it.
comment
I see how innocent you are.
Kook blinked, slightly taken aback. It was playful, but something about it made her smile.
jeon jung-kook
💭.Guess I’m not the only one trying to figure things out,
She thought. Still smiling, she typed a quick response:
jeon jung-kook
Hey, can you please check my story and give me a review?
jeon jung-kook
I’m not sure if I should keep writing or not.
She bit her lip after hitting send, waiting anxiously for a response. A few moments later, the person replied:
comment
Sure, I’ll check it out.
Kook felt a sense of anticipation in her chest as she waited. It didn’t take long before another notification popped up. She opened it eagerly.
comment
Okay, I read your story. It’s good! Keep going!
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of relief.
She whispered to herself. A smile stretched across her face as she sat up, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Someone had actually liked her writing, and they wanted her to continue.
Her fingers hovered over her phone for a moment before she typed back:
jeon jung-kook
Thank you so much! You really made my day.
The words felt like a small victory, a tiny glimmer of encouragement in a world that felt new and overwhelming. Kook leaned back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her loneliness suddenly feeling a little lighter. Maybe this new chapter, this new life, was going to be okay after all.
chapter 2
As Kook was still sitting on her bed, her phone buzzed again. She picked it up and saw another notification from Mangatoon. Someone had commented on her story once more. She quickly tapped it open and saw the message:
comment
Hey, do you have an Instagram ID?
Kook stared at the screen for a moment, unsure of what to do. She hesitated. She had just started exploring this new world, and the thought of giving her Instagram ID to a stranger made her a bit nervous.
jeon jung-kook
💭.But they’ve been nice so far, and they’re just trying to connect,
She reasoned with herself.
With a deep breath, she typed back:
jeon jung-kook
Yeah, I do. My Instagram is @bunny_the_butterfly. Feel free to message me there.
After hitting send, Kook felt a little anxious.
jeon jung-kook
💭.What if it’s weird? What if they don’t message?
But she pushed those thoughts aside, distracting herself by picking up her favorite book from her bed.
It wasn’t long before her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her thoughts. She checked it and saw a message notification from Instagram. She unlocked her phone and opened the app to find a message from someone named
@winter_bear ( tae)
Hi, there?
Kook’s heart fluttered slightly, and she found herself smiling. She had to admit, it felt nice to have someone reach out to her. After a moment of considering her response, she typed back:
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Hi, how are you doing?
Her finger hovered over the send button for a moment, but then she pressed it, feeling a little shy but also excited to be connecting with someone. She stared at the screen, waiting for a reply, a small smile tugging at her lips as she wondered what this new connection might bring.
Kook sat back on her bed, waiting for the reply to her message. As the seconds passed, her curiosity grew. She decided to ask the person a question to keep the conversation going.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
So, are you a boy or a girl?
Kook typed, tapping on the screen before sending it off.
A few moments later, a reply popped up:
@winter_bear ( tae)
I’m a girl.
Kook smiled at the response. She was a little relieved to know that she wasn’t talking to a stranger of the opposite gender—sometimes that could feel awkward. Feeling a little more comfortable, she decided to ask another question.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
How old are you?
She typed, then quickly added,
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
If you don’t mind me asking.
There was a short pause before the reply came, and when it did, it was playful:
@winter_bear ( tae)
Guess.
Kook raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping her lips. *Guess?* She wasn’t the best at guessing ages, but she figured she would give it a shot. She quickly typed:
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
21?
The response came almost immediately:
@winter_bear ( tae)
Haha, nope! I’m 18.
Kook blinked at the message. *18?* That was a little younger than she had expected, but she figured it wasn’t a big deal. Smiling, she decided to keep the playful tone going.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Well, in that case, I’m 17,
She typed, feeling a little mischievous.
jeon jung-kook
💭.That would make her my sister, right?
She thought to herself, unsure if she was being too bold.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
You are big sister then?
The reply came quickly, and this time it was followed by a laughing emoji:
@winter_bear ( tae)
Call me anything, but not sister!
Kook laughed aloud at that.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Okay, okay, no sister,
She typed back, grinning as she imagined how this conversation would unfold. She had no idea where this was headed, but it felt nice to be talking to someone who seemed to get her sense of humor.
Kook leaned back on her bed, feeling the weight of the conversation slowly easing her tension. After the playful exchange about their ages, she felt more comfortable with the girl on the other end of the screen. Wanting to know more about her thoughts on her writing, she decided to ask for a bit of feedback.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
So, what do you think of my story?
She typed, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She’d already gotten a good review earlier, but she was curious if the person had more to say.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Be honest, please!
A few moments passed before a message from "winter_bear" popped up.
@winter_bear ( tae)
It’s really good, bunny! I love the way you write.
@winter_bear ( tae)
The characters feel real, and the plot has a nice flow. You should definitely keep going!
Kook felt a rush of warmth in her chest. It felt good to receive positive feedback from someone who wasn’t just a friend or family member. It made her feel like maybe her writing had potential, after all.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Thanks so much,
Kook typed, her fingers moving quickly.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
That really means a lot.
@winter_bear ( tae)
Of course! You’ve got talent. Keep writing, and you’ll go far!
Kook smiled at the words. It was exactly the kind of encouragement she needed. After a few more back-and-forth messages, the conversation started to slow down. Her eyes were starting to get heavy, and she realized it was getting late.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
Well, I think I should get some sleep now,
She typed, her fingers feeling sluggish.
@bunny_the_butterfly ( kook)
But thanks again for everything. You’ve made my night.
@winter_bear ( tae)
No problem! Have a good night, bunny . Sleep well!
With a content smile, Kook set her phone down on the nightstand and tucked herself into bed. She closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. The connection, the encouragement, the friendly exchange—it was all just what she needed to end the day on a high note.
As she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts lingered on the new connections she was making. For the first time since arriving at the dorm, she didn’t feel quite as alone.
chapter 3
On the other side of the screen, Taehyung set her phone down after the conversation with *Bunny_the_Butterfly*. She had finished her shooting for the day, and now, her thoughts were still lingering on the chat she just had. As soon as she set the phone aside, her secretary’s voice broke through her reverie.
park jimin
Taehyung, your shoot is ready.
Taehyung sighed but stood up gracefully, adjusting her outfit as she made her way to the set. The scene she was about to shoot was emotionally charged. She was playing the role of the sister who tried to steal the male lead (ML) away from the main character (MC). In this particular scene, the ML chooses the MC over her character, even though her character had been in a relationship with him for five years.
Taehyung walked onto the set, the cameras rolling as she delivered her lines. The scene was intense, her eyes portraying the hurt and frustration of her character as she realized that she wasn’t the one the ML wanted.
The male lead (ML) is standing in front of her, the weight of his decision hanging between them. Her character, the sister, stands with a look of disbelief as she confronts him.
Taehyung voice trembling with frustration
Kim taehyung
You… You’ve made your choice. After everything… after everything we’ve been through, you still choose *her*?!
ML. calmly, though conflicted
？？？
It’s not about choosing one over the other. I’ve made my decision. It’s not easy for me, but… she’s the one I want to be with.
Taehyung was hurt and angry, tears welling up
Kim taehyung
Five years, *five years* we’ve spent together! And you just throw it all away for her?
ML said softly, but firmly
？？？
I can’t deny my feelings anymore. What we had… it’s not the same anymore.
Taehyung trying to hold back tears, voice breaking
Kim taehyung
Five years… you can’t just forget that! How could you leave me? How could you leave *us* behind?
She takes a step back, shaking her head, as if in disbelief. The anger in her voice fades to a quiet sorrow.
Taehyung said in a softer, almost pleading tone
Kim taehyung
Was I never enough? After all these years… was I always just second choice?
ML silently looks at her, regret in his eyes, but still resolute in his decision
Taehyung said with a bitter laugh, turning away slightly
Kim taehyung
Fine. If that’s what you want… go. Be with her. But just know, I gave you everything. And you’ve thrown it all away.
She turns away fully, her voice almost a whisper now.
Kim taehyung
Goodbye, then.
With a single take, Taehyung nailed it, the emotions raw and believable. It was a scene that required precision, and as the director called "cut," she felt a sense of relief.
Afterward, Taehyung walked back to her seat, exhausted but satisfied with her performance. She picked up her phone again, and her fingers automatically opened the Mangatoon app. As she scrolled through her notifications, she found *Bunny_the_Butterfly*'s story once more.
She tapped on *Bunny_the_Butterfly*'s profile, then started reading their conversation again. She smiled at the message exchange, the words warm and comforting. Her eyes lingered on *Bunny_the_Butterfly*'s writing style, the way she expressed herself—there was something so innocent and cute about it.
Taehyung, lost in thought, read the conversation over and over again. Her fingers scrolled back to *Bunny_the_Butterfly*'s story as she kept rereading the chapters. There was something about the way *Bunny_the_Butterfly* wrote that drew her in, made her want to keep reading, to keep knowing more.
Her secretary and best friend, Park Jimin, watched her from the corner of the room.
park jimin
Taehyung, why are you reading that over and over?
Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow, noticing the smile on Taehyung’s face as she did.
Taehyung looked up from her phone and shrugged, trying to keep her emotions hidden.
Kim taehyung
I don’t know, Jimin. I just… I think *Bunny_the_Butterfly*’s writing style is cute.
Kim taehyung
And her chat style… It’s different. I just find it comforting.
Kim taehyung
I think it’s helping me move on from things, you know?
She replied, her voice soft but genuine. There was a sense of peace that came with the exchange, something Taehyung hadn’t realized she needed.
Jimin tilted her head slightly.
park jimin
So, you’ve been reading that one story from Mangatoon over and over?
park jimin
Did you actually open the app like I suggested?
Taehyung’s eyes brightened as she nodded.
Kim taehyung
Yeah, I did. And it’s how I met *Bunny_the_Butterfly*.
Kim taehyung
Well, at least, that’s how we started chatting.
She smiled, feeling the warmth of the conversation they had. It wasn’t just about the story anymore—it was about the connection she felt.
Jimin gave her a teasing smile.
park jimin
Well, that’s interesting. So, are you going to keep chatting with her?
Taehyung hesitated for a second.
Kim taehyung
I don’t know. Maybe I will. She’s just… different. In a good way.
The two of them fell into a comfortable silence for a moment before Jimin nudged her, a playful glint in her eye.
park jimin
Well, whatever happens, don’t forget to keep moving forward, okay? You deserve to stay in the present, not dwell on the past.
Taehyung smiled at her best friend, nodding.
Kim taehyung
I know. And I will. But for now, I’m going to keep reading *Bunny_the_Butterfly*’s story. It feels nice.
With that, Taehyung went back to reading, her heart light, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was moving toward something new, something fresh. She didn’t know where it would go, but she was okay with that. Sometimes, it was about taking things one step at a time. And for now, *Bunny_the_Butterfly*’s words were enough
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