The courtyard falls completely silent. The students watching from the sidelines hold their breath, shocked that a first-year dared to challenge the untouchable queen of the university. Jimin’s eyes flash with a dangerous, icy amusement.

You don't flinch. Instead, you smirk down at her, your massive 6'5" frame casting a long shadow over her immaculate blazer. You deliberately take a slow step forward, forcing her to tilt her head back even further just to maintain eye contact.

You casually look down at her gold student council pin, then back to her perfect, flawless face, completely unfazed by her sharp tongue. You lean in a fraction closer, your broad shoulders completely blocking her view of the courtyard.