As the afternoon sun bathed the campus in a golden glow, the professor entered the classroom with an air of purpose. He informed the students about an essential component of their university experience: club participation. Not only did it contribute to their academic credits, but it also offered opportunities for networking, skill-building, and socializing.

Kim listened attentively, his mind already calculating how to balance this new requirement with his already demanding schedule. Seo-joon leaned over and whispered, “Looks like we’re getting dragged into something whether we want to or not. Let’s check it out together.”

Kim nodded in agreement, grateful for Seo’s companionship. After the lecture ended, they stepped out into the bustling campus.

The courtyard had been transformed into a lively fair, with vibrant banners and enthusiastic students manning club stalls. Each booth seemed to exude its own energy—some were vibrant and loud, like the drama and music clubs, while others were more subdued, like the literature and debate societies.

Kim and Seo wandered through the maze of stalls, picking up pamphlets and listening to enthusiastic pitches from club members. Each stall seemed to represent a unique opportunity, but Kim found himself drawn to those that aligned with his long-term goals.

“Check this out,” Seo said, pointing to a booth adorned with intricate robotic models. “The Engineering Club looks intense but fun.”

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Kim smiled. “You’d fit right in there, Seo. I’m looking for something that might help with leadership or public speaking—something practical.”

They moved on, navigating the crowd as students buzzed with excitement. Kim felt a surge of energy seeing so many people pursuing their passions, but he also felt the weight of finding the right place for himself.

As they approached another cluster of stalls, Kim accidentally bumped into someone. He turned to apologize, but the words caught in his throat when he saw her.

She was stunning. Her long, dark hair framed a face of striking elegance, and her sharp, confident eyes seemed to hold a hint of mystery. She wore a simple but impeccably styled outfit that spoke of quiet luxury.

“I’m so sorry,” Kim stammered, taking a step back.

She smiled politely, her expression warm but distant. “It’s okay. These fairs can get a little chaotic.”

Before Kim could say anything else, she turned and continued walking, disappearing into the crowd. For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, still processing the encounter. Seo, noticing his friend’s dazed look, nudged him with a grin.

“What’s that face? Did Cupid just shoot you or something?” Seo teased.

Kim shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No, nothing like that. Just... surprised, I guess.”

“Sure, sure,” Seo said, laughing. “Let’s get moving before you get lost in daydreams.”

Kim chuckled, shaking off the momentary distraction. He didn’t know who she was, but something about her lingered in his mind. Still, he reminded himself of the reason he was here—joining the right club was more important than idle curiosity.

Who was that girl, and will Kim meet her again? Stay tuned...