NERD 1

AUTHOR'S POV

The library was his kingdom.

Park Jimin adjusted his round glasses as he tucked a thick psychology book under his arm, whispering a polite "Excuse me" to the girl blocking his path near the bookshelves. She didn't hear him, earphones plugged in and head bobbing to some fast beat. He didn't repeat himself. He just waited, patiently, like he always did.

Jimin was the type of guy who preferred his world in order-neatly stacked notes, perfect GPA, pressed shirts, and silent afternoons in the library. He had few friends, spoke only when spoken to, and always sat in the first row during lectures.

But today, fate had different plans.

"Out of my way," came a voice behind him. Sharp. Confident. Annoyed.

He turned slightly, and that's when their worlds collided for the first time.

Y/N.

The girl with a reputation that echoed through the campus walls like wildfire. The kind of girl professors warned about and boys obsessed over but were too scared to approach. Tattoos peaked from under her black ripped sleeves, and her eyeliner was winged sharper than her tongue. She had that aura-reckless, free, and untouchable.

She didn't wait for him to move. She simply walked past him, her shoulder brushing his with enough force to knock the book out of his hand.

It hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Oh. Sorry, specs," she said, looking down but making no effort to help. There was mischief in her tone, like she enjoyed pushing buttons.

Jimin bent down quickly, flustered. "It's... it's fine."

She raised a brow, smirking as she leaned down too, close enough for him to smell her perfume-vanilla mixed with something spicy. "Relax, nerd. I'm not gonna bite."

He blinked at her, cheeks slightly pink, unsure if she was mocking him or genuinely... being friendly?

She picked up the book for him and handed it over. "Psych major, huh?" She glanced at the title, then at him. "No wonder you look like you overthink breakfast."

He opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn't know how to respond to that.

"Name's Y/N," she said, standing up and walking away without waiting for his.

He stood frozen for a few seconds, processing the whirlwind of her presence before awkwardly adjusting his glasses and returning to his seat.

--

That was supposed to be the end of it.

But it wasn't.

The very next day, Jimin walked into his elective literature class and froze.

There she was-slouched in the back row, black hoodie on, chewing gum, and staring right at him like she had known he'd walk in. Her smirk widened.

He quickly looked away and took the front seat.

"Class," the professor announced, "we'll be working in pairs for this week's project. You'll be randomly assigned, so check the list on the screen."

Jimin prayed silently for a miracle.

But no god heard him.

"Park Jimin and... Y/N."

He looked back slowly.

She winked.

--

After class, she cornered him at the bike rack.

"So, partner," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "We gonna write this dumb paper at your place or mine?"

"Uh-I... I usually go to the library."

She burst into laughter. "Of course you do. Okay, nerd. We'll do it your way-library, 5 PM. Don't be late."

He nodded dumbly as she walked away, leather boots thudding against the pavement.

He had no idea what he'd just gotten into.

--

At 5 PM sharp, Jimin was already seated with his laptop open and notes neatly arranged.

Y/N walked in ten minutes later, dropping her bag loudly on the table.

"Relax, I'm here. Don't die of anxiety."

He pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat. "We're doing Sylvia Plath, so I thought-"

"Plath?" she interrupted. "Damn. Dark stuff. I like it."

Jimin was shocked. "You've read her?"

She shrugged. "Just one poem. Lady Lazarus. It was fire. Like she was rising from the dead and telling the world to f**k off."

His jaw almost dropped. "That's... actually a pretty accurate interpretation."

She grinned. "Told you. I might not look the part, but I'm not dumb, nerd."

That was the first time he smiled in front of her-small, soft, surprised.

She noticed.

--

TIME SKIPS

They worked for two hours.

Jimin watched how she tapped her pen against the table when she was thinking, how she pulled her hair up into a messy bun, and how she absentmindedly bit her lip while reading.

She, in turn, noticed how his ears turned red when she leaned too close and how he avoided eye contact unless he was talking about literature-then his voice grew stronger, his eyes sparkled, and she could see the fire beneath his calm surface.

"You're not like the other guys," she said out of nowhere.

He blinked. "I'm not?"

"Nah. They'd all be trying to flirt or act cool by now. You're just... being you. It's weird."

He frowned slightly. "Is that bad?"

She tilted her head. "No. It's actually kinda nice."

He didn't know what to say to that.

So he didn't.

But something shifted in the air.

--

When they left the library, it was already dark.

They walked side by side for a while, not talking.

"Thanks for not judging me," she said suddenly. "Most nerds think girls like me are just trouble."

Jimin looked at her, his voice soft. "I don't think you're trouble. I think you're misunderstood."

She stopped walking.

He did too, turning to face her.

She leaned in just a little. "You're gonna be interesting, Park Jimin."

Then she turned around and walked off into the night.

He stood there, heart beating faster than it ever had before.

He had no idea what this was.

But he knew one thing:

Y/N was chaos.

And for the first time in his life...

He wanted to dive right in.

---

Jimin had always believed in keeping a low profile.

He wasn't the type to stir trouble. He avoided eye contact in hallways, kept his hoodie up when it rained, and always crossed the street if a crowd of loud boys blocked the sidewalk.

But today, things were different.

He was walking out of the library with his backpack strapped tightly to his shoulders when he heard a sharp, mocking voice echo from behind the campus gym.

"Hey, four-eyes! Lost your calculator again?"

Jimin stopped in his tracks.

He turned slightly and saw them-three seniors. Loud, obnoxious, and well-known for picking on anyone who didn't fit their version of cool.

He took a deep breath and started walking again, hoping they'd let it go.

But they didn't.

One of them jogged up and blocked his path. "What's the rush, nerd? Got a chess tournament to cry over?"

Jimin clutched the strap of his bag tighter. "Please. I don't want any trouble."

"Too bad," said another, smirking as he stepped closer. "We do."

One shoved his shoulder. Another tried to snatch his books. Jimin flinched, heart racing, throat dry.

Then a voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Touch him again and I swear I'll break your nose."

Jimin's head whipped around.

Y/N.

Standing there like she'd been summoned by his heartbeat. Black boots, black jeans, hoodie halfway off her shoulder, and a glare that could set the sky on fire.

The boys laughed.

One of them stepped toward her. "What are you gonna do, princess? Write a poem about it?"

She didn't answer.

Instead, she threw her punch.

It landed with a crack, sending the guy stumbling back, nose bleeding, hand clutching his face.

Jimin's eyes went wide. "Y/N-!"

But she wasn't done.

Another guy lunged, and she kicked him straight in the gut, sending him collapsing against the wall. The third hesitated, then cursed and ran off.

Within seconds, it was just her and Jimin again.

Breathing heavily. Anger still blazing in her eyes.

"You okay?" she asked, turning to him.

He stared. "You... punched him."

"Yeah," she said, shaking her sore knuckles and wincing slightly. "Had to teach them a lesson."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to." Her tone softened. "No one messes with my partner."

He looked at her knuckles. Red. Slightly swollen. "You need ice."

"I've had worse."

"I don't care. Come on."

--

He didn't ask if she wanted to go with him. He just walked, and surprisingly, she followed.

To his apartment-tiny, clean, filled with stacks of books, two plants on the window, and a soft indie playlist playing in the background.

She looked around while he fetched the ice pack.

"This place screams Jimin," she muttered, running a hand along his bookshelf. "Calm. Neat. Full of secrets."

He returned with the pack. "Sit."

She raised a brow. "You giving me orders now?"

"I'm trying to help."

She smirked, then sat on his couch.

He knelt down in front of her, gently placing the ice on her hand.

She hissed. "Ow-"

"Sorry." He looked up at her. "Thank you... for what you did back there."

Her smirk faded. "They had it coming."

He shook his head. "You didn't have to defend me like that."

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head. "You ever been in a fight, nerd?"

He chuckled weakly. "Only in my head."

"Yeah," she muttered, her gaze lingering on him. "You're too soft for this world."

He met her gaze. "You're not."

She didn't reply immediately. Just watched him.

Then, softly, she whispered, "I wasn't always like this, you know."

He looked at her, surprised by the vulnerability in her voice.

She looked down at her hand. "People break you enough times, you stop letting them see the cracks."

His heart clenched at that.

"And you?" she asked suddenly. "Why do you let them push you around?"

He hesitated. "Because... I don't know how to fight back."

"Then maybe," she said, "you need someone to teach you."

He smiled, a little sadly. "Are you offering to be my bodyguard?"

She smirked again, leaning closer. "I'm offering to ruin every person who lays a finger on you."

For a second, they just stared at each other.

Close.

Too close.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips.

He swallowed. "Y/N..."

"I'm not gonna kiss you," she whispered.

He blinked. "You're not?"

"Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because if I kiss you now, you'll fall. And I don't think you're ready to catch me when I fall back."

Silence. Heavy. Honest.

Jimin's heart raced like it had never raced before.

Y/N leaned back, pulling the ice pack away.

"Keep this," she said, tossing it at him gently. "And maybe next time, I'll let you defend me."

She stood up, heading for the door.

"Y/N," he called out before she could leave.

She turned.

He looked nervous, but brave. "What if I want to fall?"

She stared at him for a long second.

Then smiled.

"Then you better learn how to land, nerd."

And with that, she disappeared down the hallway-leaving Jimin alone in his quiet apartment, heart pounding, lips curved into a stunned smile.

He didn't know what just happened between them.

But he knew this:

The line between chaos and calm had officially blurred.

And he liked it.

---

TIME SKIPS A WEEK LATER

It was 11:47 PM when Park Jimin got the message.

> Y/N:

"Come outside. Don't ask questions."

He stared at his phone, blinking at the screen like it might explain itself better. Then another message popped in.

> Y/N:

"If you're wearing pajamas with cartoon ducks again, I swear I'm revoking your man card."

His cheeks flushed red.

How did she even-?

Jimin peeked out of his window.

And there she was.

Leaning against her matte black bike, helmet dangling from one hand, leather jacket on, hair tied up in a lazy ponytail. The streetlight made her smirk glow with even more attitude.

He quickly changed into jeans and a hoodie and crept out of his apartment like a criminal. His heart was thudding like it always did around her now.

"You kidnapped me," he muttered as he approached.

Y/N tossed him a second helmet. "You're welcome. Come on."

He hesitated, eyeing the bike. "I've never been on one of these before."

She raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "I usually take the bus."

She stared at him like he just said he'd never eaten pizza.

"Well, Bus Boy, tonight's your lucky night."

She patted the seat behind her. "Get on. Hold tight. And try not to scream like a baby."

"I- I don't scream," he protested.

"Oh, I bet you squeak. Cute little nerd squeaks."

"I do not-!"

"Shut up and sit."

He climbed on behind her nervously, clutching the side handles.

She snorted. "Not the bike, genius. Hold me."

He paused.

Her back was right there-leather and warmth and temptation.

He slowly, awkwardly, placed his hands on her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbed his wrists, and yanked his arms around her completely until his chest was pressed to her back.

"Hold on tight, nerd. I don't want your pretty little face skidding across the asphalt."

And with a wicked grin, she revved the engine.

The bike roared to life.

And they flew.

Wind in their hair. Streets blurring past. Jimin's heart pounding louder than the engine. He didn't know whether to scream, laugh, or just melt into her.

"Still alive back there?" she shouted over her shoulder.

He yelled back, "I think I'm having a heart attack!"

"Good!" she laughed. "Means you're not dead inside!"

She sped up, weaving through the empty streets like she owned the city. Jimin clung to her, eyes wide, adrenaline buzzing in his veins like never before.

After twenty minutes, she finally slowed down near a quiet overlook just outside the city. She killed the engine and hopped off the bike.

Jimin stumbled after her, wobbling slightly.

"I can't feel my legs."

She grinned. "Welcome to living."

He pulled off his helmet, hair messy, cheeks pink.

"You're insane," he muttered.

She stepped closer. "And you like it."

He didn't deny it.

She tugged the helmet from his hands and leaned in just a bit.

"You looked hot back there, clutching me like your life depended on it."

He blinked rapidly. "I-I was trying not to die!"

"Still." She walked past him, casually adding, "You're cuter when you're scared."

He turned to her. "You enjoy teasing me, don't you?"

Y/N shrugged, sitting on the hood of a parked car. "A little. You make it easy. You blush, stutter, and act like I'm some kind of wildfire you can't get too close to."

"Because you are."

She tilted her head, amused. "So you are scared of me."

Jimin looked at her. "No. I'm scared of... how I feel when I'm with you."

That caught her off guard.

For a second, the teasing faded.

But then her smirk returned. Softer this time.

"Careful, nerd," she said, voice lower. "You keep saying stuff like that, and I might actually kiss you one day."

Jimin gulped, face burning.

Y/N laughed, laying back against the car, staring up at the stars.

Jimin joined her quietly.

And for a long time, they didn't speak.

They just listened to the city breathing in the distance.

Two completely different people.

Lying side by side.

Hearts beginning to sync.

---

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when Jimin made the mistake of agreeing to meet Y/N under the bleachers near the old auditorium.

She'd texted him:

> "Wanna skip your nerd stuff for 10 mins? I got something better than caffeine."

Curiosity killed the cat.

And possibly the nerd too.

He found her there, half-sitting, half-lying on a graffitied bench, twirling a lollipop in her mouth. The air smelled like wet grass and trouble.

"You actually came," she smirked, scooting over. "I thought you'd be too busy color-coding your notes."

"I already finished them," he said quietly, brushing rain off his hoodie.

"You are dangerously efficient." She patted the seat next to her. "Sit, babygirl."

He froze mid-step. "W-what?"

"Sit. Babygirl." She repeated it, eyes gleaming with wickedness.

Jimin hesitated, his cheeks already heating. "Please don't call me that."

"Oh?" she grinned. "Why not, princess?"

He sat down stiffly, face going pink. "Y/N..."

"You know, the more you beg me not to, the more I want to." She leaned in, her voice like honey and mischief. "My pretty little princess. All soft and smart with your glasses and shy smile."

"I'm not-"

"Shhh." She gently adjusted his hoodie string like she was adjusting a tiara. "You're blushing so much, your crown's melting."

He covered his face with both hands. "You're impossible."

"And you," she purred, "are adorable."

She leaned back with a smug smirk, watching him slowly lower his hands with a deep breath, trying to regain composure.

"Why do you keep teasing me like this?" he asked, voice low.

"Because you're fun to break," she said without missing a beat. "And because deep down, I think you like it."

His silence said more than words could.

"Wanna know a secret, babygirl?" she added, softer now, lips closer to his ear.

He turned his head slightly. "What?"

She whispered, "You might be shy. But when you finally snap... I bet you'll ruin me."

His breath caught.

Y/N pulled back, licking her lollipop once more, pretending like she didn't just say the most unholy thing of the week.

Jimin just stared ahead, ears red, jaw clenched, heart pounding.

And when he finally dared to look at her again...

She winked.

"Don't worry, princess. I'll wait for it."

---

It started at the campus café.

Jimin was sitting at the far end, sipping his usual iced Americano, head buried in his laptop, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he typed.

Y/N watched from the counter, arms crossed, smirk playing on her lips. He was too cute for his own good. Always so focused. So soft. So... hers.

Well-he wasn't technically hers.

But also, try telling that to her heart.

She was walking toward him when her friend Mark slid into the seat across from Jimin.

"Heyyy, princess," Mark grinned, nudging Jimin's coffee. "Still reading those nerdy journals, babygirl?"

Jimin's fingers froze on the keyboard.

He blinked.

Slowly looked up.

And that's when Y/N heard it.

Princess.

Babygirl.

From someone else's mouth.

Her boots echoed against the tiled floor like thunder.

Mark barely had time to glance up before she was towering over their table.

"What did you just call him?"

Mark blinked, confused. "Chill, Y/N, I was just messing with him. You call him that all the time."

Her jaw clenched. Her eyes darkened.

"Exactly. I call him that." She grabbed Mark by the collar and leaned down, voice sharp but calm - the kind of calm that made people nervous.

"You don't get to use those names," she hissed. "You don't even get to joke about them."

Mark raised his hands, laughing nervously. "Okay, okay. Damn, didn't know you were this territorial."

Y/N didn't blink.

"He's not your toy," she said coldly. "So keep your nicknames and your jokes to yourself. Next time you say that sh*t again, I'll break your nose faster than you can apologize."

Mark quickly stood up, hands in the air. "Got it. Message received."

He backed away without another word.

Y/N sat down in his spot, flipping her hair over her shoulder and casually stealing one sip from Jimin's drink like nothing happened.

Jimin was still in shock.

"Y/N..."

She glanced at him. "What?"

"You didn't have to... I mean, he was just joking-"

"Do you like being called that by someone else?"

His lips parted.

Then softly, "...No."

She leaned forward, smirking. "Good. Because those names are mine."

"Yours?" he asked, voice shaky.

She tilted her head and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "Only I get to call you my babygirl. My sweet little princess. That's mine. ."

Jimin's heart exploded. Right there. In the middle of the café.

She leaned back like she hadn't just wrecked his soul in public.

"Oh, and don't even think about blushing too hard," she added. "People might figure out how wrecked you are already."

"I-I'm not-!" He nearly spilled his drink trying to sit up straight.

She snorted. "You so are. Look at you. All shy and twitchy." She leaned in one last time, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Say it."

He blinked. "Say what?"

"Who do those names belong to?"

He hesitated.

Then muttered, "You..."

"Louder, princess."

He swallowed. "You. Only you."

"Damn right," she whispered with a satisfied smile, brushing her thumb along his lower lip for just a second too long.

And just like that, she stood up and walked off - leaving him flushed, stunned, and completely under her spell.

---

The cab ride to Y/N's place had Jimin questioning every life decision he'd ever made.

He kept adjusting his glasses, checking his notes, and rereading her last message over and over:

> "Come to mine. Too noisy in the library today. Plus, Mom's home. She said she wants to meet the mysterious 'nerd boy' I'm always talking about."

He had stared at the text for a full ten minutes before replying with a nervous:

> "O-Okay. I'll be there by 5."

Now, as he stood outside her tall iron gates, the sound of buzzing workers and distant music echoing from inside, he was sure of two things:

1. Y/N was not your average bad girl.

2. Her house was not your average house.

It wasn't a house. It was practically a mansion.

High walls. CCTV cameras. A big garden being trimmed by uniformed staff. And somewhere in the middle of it all - her.

The gate opened automatically, and one of the guards gave him a polite nod.

"Miss Y/N is expecting you, sir."

Sir? Jimin blinked.

As he walked through the pathway, heart hammering, he spotted her.

Y/N.

Dressed in black joggers and an oversized T-shirt, hair tied in a messy bun, standing on the front porch with a lollipop in her mouth and that same lazy smirk he both feared and craved.

"About time, babygirl," she said, arms crossed. "I was gonna send a search party."

"I-I had to wait for the rain to stop," he stammered, trying not to trip over the marble steps.

"Mmhm. Excuses." She grabbed his wrist and tugged him inside. "Come on, nerd boy. You're in my world now."

--

Jimin was surprised by the interior.

It was warm.

Wooden floors. Plush rugs. A huge chandelier. Art everywhere. Somehow classy and chaotic at the same time - just like her.

Workers bustled in the distance, dusting shelves and arranging books. But Y/N didn't pay them any attention.

"I figured we'd work in the study," she said, tossing her lollipop stick in the trash. "But first..."

She turned around just as a woman appeared from the hallway.

Her mom.

Elegant, confident, with kind eyes and a soft smile. She looked nothing like the hardened version of Y/N people always imagined.

"Ah, so this is the famous Park Jimin," her mom said warmly.

Jimin immediately bowed. "Hello, ma'am. It's an honor to meet you."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Relax. You're not at a job interview."

Her mom chuckled. "Ignore her. She just likes making people nervous."

"I do not!" Y/N protested.

"You so do," her mom said, turning to Jimin. "I've heard a lot about you. Top of your class, polite, and somehow patient enough to survive my daughter's teasing."

Jimin scratched the back of his neck, flustered. "She's... uh, she's fun to work with."

Y/N snorted.

Her mom beamed. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Let me know if you want tea or snacks. And Jimin - don't let her bully you too much."

"I won't," he said, then looked at Y/N. "Actually, I probably will."

Her mom laughed and walked away.

And Y/N? She just stood there, arms folded, watching him with something... unreadable in her eyes.

"What?" he asked.

She stepped closer.

"You're dangerous, Park Jimin."

He blinked. "Me?"

"Yeah," she muttered. "My mom likes you. That's never happened before."

--

The study was huge - wall-to-wall bookshelves, a sleek black desk, and windows that overlooked a massive garden. Y/N kicked off her slippers and dropped onto the floor, opening her laptop.

Jimin settled next to her, pulling out his notes.

They worked in silence for a while. Typing. Researching. Occasionally sharing links or random thoughts about the project.

Then, out of nowhere, Y/N asked:

"You scared of me?"

He looked up. "What? No."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I was. At first. But now... no. I think you're just misunderstood."

She stared at him, chewing on a pen cap.

"No one's ever said that to me."

"I mean it."

There was silence again.

Then she leaned toward him, lips curling in that familiar smirk.

"So. You've met my mom. You've seen my weird mansion. You've survived my teasing."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah?"

She grinned. "Next step - initiation."

Jimin blinked. "W-What initiation?"

"Come here."

She reached forward, adjusting his glasses slightly - but then trailed her fingers down to gently flick his chin.

"My pretty little princess," she whispered with a grin. "Looking all comfy in my house like you belong here."

His cheeks burned. "Y-Y/N..."

"Might start dressing you in silk if you keep blushing like that."

"Please-stop-"

"Never." She booped his nose.

And just like that - the teasing was back.

But this time?

It felt softer.

More playful.

More like a secret only they shared.

---

STAY TUNE FOR PART 2 OF THIS..

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