The Boy I Was Never Meant To Like.
Taehyung
Taehyung was the kind of boy people misread at first glance.
Always in an oversized hoodie, hood up, headphones in-like he was trying to disappear into the background.
He moved quietly, early to class, always alone.
To most, he was the shy boy.
Maybe even a little strange.
But that wasn't the truth.
Kim Taehyung didn’t care about opinions that weren’t paying his bills.
He stayed in his lane, talked his talk, and if someone tested him, that was on them.
Calm, smart, and unbothered—until provoked.
Kim Taehyung was chill, but his patience had a shorter lifespan than your hairline.
He just suggested you step back… respectfully.
Get close enough, and you'd meet a boy who was bolder than most could handle.
Flirty in a slow-burn kind of way, with eyes that always seemed to be teasing something unspoken.
He looked like he belonged in a painting-delicate, otherworldly, untouchable-
But there was steel beneath all that softness.
A quiet storm in a velvet disguise.
Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook was the kind of boy who didn't need to raise his voice to make people nervous.
At 19, he was already legend-level within school walls and far beyond them.
He came from money-serious money.
The kind of legacy built on generational power, private jets, and last names that opened doors.
People called him a spoiled brat.
But Jungkook wasn't careless-he was calculated.
He knew exactly how much trouble he could cause and still walk away untouched.
Jeon Jungkook had trust-fund confidence and zero interest in being likable.
Rich, reckless, and painfully self-aware, he said whatever he wanted and acted like consequences were optional.
He didn’t apologize, didn’t explain, and definitely didn’t tone it down—because in his world,
people adjusted to him, not the other way around.
He rode a matte-black motorcycle, wore expensive rings like armor, and carried himself like he knew secrets no one else did.
Every smirk had a meaning.
Every silence, a warning.
He skipped rules, not morals.!!!
And if you broke it-no amount of money could save you.
He was controlled chaos, dressed in black and stitched in shadows.
And for a long time, he didn't care what anyone thought of him.
Until Taehyung crushed a cigarette under his shoe and said,
Kim Taehyung
"You've been watching me for weeks. Thought I'd give you something to do about it."
And for the first time in a while-Jeon Jungkook had no idea what to say.
Chapter 1
Kim Taehyung woke up to the shrill scream of his alarm clock at 6:00 AM.
The ceiling above his bed was cracked, flaking with water stains from a leak that no one ever fixed.
He moved like routine—hoodie on, laces tied, earbuds in.
His breakfast was two-day-old toast, dry and silent, just like everything else.
He didn’t hate Seoul Academy.
He hated feeling like he didn’t belong there.
It was the kind of school where students drove imported cars and wore designer jackets with custom initials.
He arrived on a squeaky bus seat, legs pressed together, headphones blasting static.
At school, he kept his head down.
Not from fear—but from control.
He watched people, memorized their patterns.
And if anyone ever paid attention, they’d see the curve of his smirk when no one was looking.
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