Kim stepped out of the administration office, his heart still racing from the confrontation with Han Jae-hyun. The encounter had shaken him, leaving him with a sense of unease he couldn’t shake off. Jae-hyun’s words echoed in his mind, a reminder that at this university, power wasn’t just about grades or intelligence—it was about wealth, influence, and who you knew.
Kim could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had come here with a purpose, determined to prove himself, but now he was forced to confront the harsh reality of the divide between the rich and the scholarship students. He had to tread carefully. He couldn’t afford to make enemies with the powerful students, but at the same time, he couldn’t back down from the opportunities he had worked so hard to earn.
As he walked down the corridor, lost in his thoughts, he felt a hand clap gently on his shoulder. Kim turned to see Seo-joon standing behind him, his familiar smile offering a sense of comfort in the midst of his turmoil.
“Don’t let him get to you,” Seo-joon said, his voice steady and reassuring. “You did the right thing by standing up to him. Not many would have had the courage.”
Kim felt a small flicker of relief. It was hard to find genuine allies in a place like this, where students were constantly vying for position and favor. But Seo-joon had already shown him that he wasn’t one to back down, no matter the odds.
“You really think so?” Kim asked, his voice tinged with doubt.
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“Of course,” Seo-joon replied without hesitation. “You’ve got what it takes to survive here, Kim. Just remember, we’re in this together.”
With those words, Kim felt a sense of camaraderie that had been absent from his life for so long. In a world that seemed so divided by wealth and status, Seo-joon’s unwavering support felt like a rare and precious thing.
Together, they walked through the campus, taking in the opulent surroundings. The university was everything Kim had imagined—grand, imposing, and beautiful—but the divisions between the students were impossible to ignore. As they strolled past the various buildings, Kim couldn’t help but notice the subtle cues that signaled where the wealthier students gathered.
The cafeteria, for example, was an unmistakable symbol of the divide. There were two distinct lines—one for the scholarship students, where they were given little more than basic meals, and another for the rich students, where gourmet dishes were served with a level of service that felt worlds apart.
Kim couldn’t help but feel the sting of that division as they approached the cafeteria. His scholarship card didn’t come close to covering the luxury the wealthier students enjoyed, and he felt a sharp pang of frustration as he realized just how wide the gap truly was.
“We’ll get through this,” Seo-joon said, seemingly sensing Kim’s unease. “It won’t be easy, but if we stick together, we’ll find a way to make our mark.”
Kim nodded, but deep down, he knew that the real battle was just beginning. It wasn’t enough to simply survive in this world—he had to figure out how to navigate it, how to play by the rules while still holding onto his dignity. The road ahead was uncertain, but with a friend like Seo-joon by his side, maybe—just maybe—he could start to change the rules of the game.