Luna's POV:
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating every corner of my room with an almost blinding glow. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, desperately clinging to the last remnants of sleep.
And then—
BZZZZZZZZ!
The alarm clock screamed to life, its obnoxious buzzing filling the room like a siren.
"Aaaaaaaah!" I yelled, kicking my blanket off in frustration. "It's Monday!"
Why did school even start this early? Why did life start this early? Whyyyy?
Deciding that five more minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt anyone, I closed my eyes, only to be rudely reminded that the universe—and my very annoying brother—was firmly against me.
The door burst open with a loud thud, and there he stood.
"Jeon Jungkoooooook!" I shrieked, sitting up with a scowl. "I'm gonna kill you!"
Jungkook, my younger brother and the most annoying person alive, stood there with his signature bunny smile, continuously knocking on the doorframe despite the fact that the door was wide open.
"Get up, lazy potato!" he teased, bouncing on his feet. "I don't want to stand outside the class on my first day!"
I grabbed my phone, squinting at the screen.
"Ugh! It's freaking 7 AM! School starts at 8:30! Are you out of your mind?"
Jungkook, unbothered, called out dramatically, "Mama! Luna's cursing again!"
My eyes widened. Oh no.
I launched myself out of bed, slapping my hand over his mouth. "Shut up! Don't you dare!"
He grinned beneath my palm, eyes sparkling with victory. I forgot how strong he'd gotten recently—he easily pried my hand away and sprinted down the hallway.
"Mamaaa!"
I groaned, rubbing my face. This was his favorite hobby—getting me scolded for the tiniest things. I sighed, already bracing myself for the lecture I was about to receive.
First day of school and I'm already done with life.
I trudged into the bathroom with my uniform, the dread of Monday weighing heavy on my shoulders.
It was my last year of high school. My final first day.
Excitement bubbled beneath the surface, but it was mixed with an undeniable sadness. This was the beginning of the end—soon, the halls I'd grown so familiar with would be nothing more than a memory.
Humming lightly, I brushed my teeth and washed my face before grabbing the only makeup product I used: mascara. A few swipes and I looked slightly more awake.
Then, like every other day, I reached for my brown contact lenses.
The moment I covered my naturally green eyes, it felt like closing the door to an old, painful part of myself.
Everyone in my life—my family, my friends—knew about my green eyes. But no one knew why I hid them.
Dua, my best friend, always scolded me for it. She claimed my refusal to embrace my natural eye color was the exact reason why I hadn't dated anyone yet.
Which was bullsht*, of course.
Tying my hair into a neat ponytail, I let my curtain bangs frame my face, grabbed my bag, and took one last look in the mirror.
Good enough.
"Good morning, Mama!" I called out, wrapping my arms around her from behind as she stood at the stove.
"Morning, sweetheart," she replied, flipping pancakes. "Jungkook told me you were cursing at him the moment you woke up. How many times do I have to remind you to speak politely?"
I froze. That little tattle-tale!
"I—uh—sorry, Mama," I mumbled, quickly sliding into my seat at the table.
Jungkook was already there, practically shoving breakfast into his mouth, grinning at me with his bunny smile and giving me a sarcastic thumbs-up.
He's the worst.
I glared daggers at him while quietly eating my pancakes, my mom's lecture fading into background noise.
All I could think about was how very satisfying it would be to slap the smug grin off my brother's face.
After what felt like an eternity of my mom's scolding, Jungkook and I hopped on our bikes, practically racing each other down the street.
Of course, he was winning.
Because Jungkook was good at everything.
"Hi, Jeons!" Dua called out, pulling up beside us on her own bike. "Excited?"
"Duh!" Jungkook replied, his bunny smile widening. "It's my first day!"
Dua laughed. "You haven't even entered the school yet, and you're already famous, kiddo. Girls are practically drooling over your photo in the school forum."
Jungkook blinked, clearly surprised. "Wait, what? How did they even get my photo?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn't shocked about the attention—just about the photo.
Dua smirked. "I posted it."
Jungkook slammed his brakes, his bike skidding to a halt.
"What?!" he yelled, eyes wide.
Dua burst into laughter. "Calm down! It was a picture of the three of us from your middle school graduation. I posted it on my Instagram, and the forum got it from there."
Jungkook groaned dramatically, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "You know how picky I am about pictures! People ruin my image with bad camera angles!"
This narcissist, I swear.
I didn't have time for their bickering.
"Keep arguing if you want," I called, pedaling ahead. "I'm getting late!"
It took them a few seconds to realize I was leaving them behind. They quickly stopped arguing and raced after me, catching up just as we reached the school gates.
Jungkook entered the school like he owned the place.
Girls were already whispering, pointing at him like he was some celebrity.
He was loving it.
Rolling my eyes, I sped past him to park my bike. Dua did the same.
"Jungkook, hurry up!" I called, glancing at the time. "You'll be late!"
Not that he cared. He was too busy basking in his newfound popularity.
Sighing, I told Dua to carry my bag to class while I practically dragged Jungkook to his classroom.
"Go be handsome in here," I muttered, pushing him inside.
"Thanks, Luna!" he called, already making new friends as he waved me off.
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I sprinted toward my own class, glancing at my phone. 8:26.
Made it.
But when I reached my classroom, I frowned.
The door was locked.
I knocked hesitantly, and a young teacher—who was definitely not Mr. Lee—peeked out, gave me a blank look, and then…
Closed the door.
What the hell?
I stood there, completely baffled.
We were supposed to have Mr. Lee for organic chemistry. Who was this guy? And why did he lock the door at 8:29 when I still had a whole minute?