Marked by Silence *Taekook*
Episode 1
Dark clouds blanket the sky.
Rain falls steadily—not too heavy, but enough to blur everything into soft gray.
A worn-out bus slows to a stop in front of a massive college gate.
The doors open with a sharp metallic hiss.
For a moment… no one moves.
Slowly....
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.
.
Carefully.....
As if the ground itself might reject him.
Shoes touch the wet road, and a small splash forms around them.
He stands there for a second, his fingers tightening slightly around the strap of his bag.
His hair is slightly damp, strands sticking to his forehead.
His eyes.... don't wander like everyone else
They don’t sparkle with curiosity....
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They don’t show fear either.....
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They . observe....
New places are supposed to feel unfamiliar.
But to him… every place feels the same.
Temporary. Unsafe. Replaceable.
Jungkook lifts his gaze to the towering college building.
Students rush past him, laughing, complaining about assignments, sharing umbrellas.
Life is happening all around him.
But He stands still—
Like he doesn’t belong to any of it.
Then, without a word…
he starts walking...
The campus is lively.
Groups of students sit on steps, some scrolling through phones, others teasing each other.
A couple walks by, sharing earphones.
Someone runs past, almost bumping into him.
*Boy* : Oh...sorryy
Jungkook slightly steps aside.
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No reaction
..
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No irritation.
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No smile.
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Just silence.
His pace is steady.
Measured.
Like he knows exactly how to move without drawing attention.
But ironically…
That’s exactly what draws it.
Girl 1 (whispering):
"he’s new, right?"
Girl 2
"Yeah… but why does he look so… blank?"
Jungkook hears them.
Every word.
His fingers tighten just a little.
Then loosen again
*he learned long ago…
Reacting only gives people more to take.*
He keeps walking.Eyes forward.Heart guarded.
The classroom is bright.
Sunlight filters through large windows, reflecting off polished desks.
Students chatter loudly.
The noise is overwhelming.
But Jungkook doesn’t flinch.
He walks to an empty seat near the window and sits down quietly.
His bag rests neatly beside him.
His hands fold together on the desk.
The teacher walks in.
The room slowly settles.
Teacher Park
*adjusting glasses* Good morning, Students..
Jungkook lowers his gaze slightly.
Teacher Park
"We have a new student joining us today."
A few heads turn immediately.
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Curious eyes.
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Judging eyes.
.
Some uninterested.
Teacher Park
"You. Please stand." *looking at him*
Jungkook stands.
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.
Slowly.
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.
His chair makes a faint scraping sound against the floor.
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The entire class is watching him now.
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Waiting.
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Expecting something.
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Anything.
Teacher Park
"Introduce yourself."
Jungkook's lips part slightly.
But no words come out.
Not immediately.
The silence stretches.
It becomes uncomfortable.
Teacher Park
"Your name?" *asks softly*
Jungkook finally speaks.
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.
His voice is low.
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.
Soft.
.
.
Almost fragile—but not weak.
That’s it.
.
Nothing more.
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The class waits
..
But he doesn’t continue.
The classroom becomes noisy again.
Chairs scrape, bags unzip, conversations overlap.
Jungkook remains seated.
he opens his lunchbox quietly.
Then—
Someone drops into the seat next to him
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Energetic.
.
Uninvited.
.
But not unkind.
Jungkook
*looks up slightly*
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
I'm your hope... You are my hope.... And I'm J Hope
Jungkook studies him for a moment.
Warm eyes.
Friendly.
Not threatening.
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
"I figured. You don’t talk much, huh?"
Jungkook
*doesn't respond*
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
"That’s okay. I talk a lot. We’ll balance each other." *playfully*
Jungkook almost reacts.
Almost.
A faint shift in his expression.
Barely noticeable.
Jhope leans closer.
His smile fades
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
Listen I'm serious about this *whispers*
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
Stay away from him
Jungkook
*blinks confused* who?
Episode 2
The classroom door SLAMS open.
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The sound echoes.
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Sharp.
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Commanding
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Every conversation stops instantly
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The air shifts.
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Tension spreads.
Jungkook turns his head slightly
A tall boy stands at the entrance.
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One hand still on the door.
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Rainwater drips from his jacket.
His expression—
Cold.
Unbothered.
Detached.
He walks in slowly.
Not rushing.
Not hesitating.
Like he owns the space.
Like no one would dare question it.
Students lower their gazes.
Some pretend to check their phones.
Others go completely still.
The tall boy tosses his bag onto a desk carelessly.
The sound is loud in the silence.
Then—
His gaze moves.
Scanning the room lazily.
Their eyes meet.
And for a moment—
Everything else disappears.
No noise.
No movement.
Just that single, unbroken eye contact.
Jungkook doesn’t look away immediately.
Not out of defiance.
Not out of courage.
But because—
Something about him feels… familiar.
The tall boy’s eyes narrow slightly.
As if trying to recognize something he can’t quite place.
[Some connections don’t need memories…
They exist in instinct.]
Taehyung starts walking toward him.
Each step is slow.
Deliberate.
The sound of his shoes against the floor feels louder than it should.
Students watch nervously.
No one speaks.
He stops right in front of Jungkook's desk.
Too close.
Invading his space.
But he doesn’t move back.
Kim Taehyung
New?...*cold and flat*
Jungkook looks up at him.
His presence is overwhelming.
Heavy.
But he doesn’t show it.
Kim Taehyung
*rolls eyes* I asked you something
Jungkook’s fingers press lightly against the edge of the desk.
Grounding herself.
Then—
Taehyung studies his face.
Not casually.
Not politely.
But intensely.
Like he’s searching for something hidden beneath his calm.
Kim Taehyung
You should learn something *flat*
A pause.
His voice drops lower.
More dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
don't! look at me like that
Jungkook frowns slightly.
A rare reaction.
The entire class freezes
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.
Someone almost drops their phone.
Whisper:
"Did he just—"
.
Another:
"He’s done for…"
But Taehyung doesn’t explode.
He doesn’t shout.
Instead—
A slow smirk forms on his lips.
Unexpected.
Amused.
Kim Taehyung
Interesting *smirks*
He straightens.
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Turns away.
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As if losing interest.
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But just before he walks off—
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He speaks again.
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Without looking back.
Kim Taehyung
"Stay out of my way."
The moment he leaves—
The room exhales.
Noise slowly returns.
Jhope grabs jungkook’s arm.
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
Are you Crazy??!!
Jungkook
*blinks slightly startled*
Jung Hoseok/ Jhope
That's Kim Taehyung!! No one talks to him like that
Jungkook looks toward the window.
Rain trails down the glass.
Soft.
Endless.
Jungkook
"I didn’t say anything wrong."
Jhope stares at him
Confused.
A little scared.
A little impressed.
Silence fills Jungkook’s small room.
The lights are off.
Only flashes of lightning illuminate the space.
Hee sits on the floor.
A small box in front of him.
His hands hesitate before opening it.
He lifts the lid.
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Inside lies a broken pendant.
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Old.
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Cracked.
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Stained faintly with dried blood.
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His breath catches.
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His fingers tremble as he touches it.
A scream.
.
Running footsteps.
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A shadow looming closer.
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A boy’s voice—
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Low.
..
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Threatening.
Unknown Voice:
"Don’t tell anyone… or you’ll regret it."
Jungkook
*shuts the box suddenly*
His breathing is uneven now.
But his face—
Still controlled.
Still silent.
Standing on a high balcony.
City lights spread beneath him.
He leans slightly on the railing.
Expression unreadable.
Old man
You are getting Careless
Kim Taehyung
I'm not *calmly*
Old man
Good because one mistake.....
The old man's tone turns more darker
Old man
....and everything collapses
Kim Taehyung
*jaw tightens slightly.*
Jungkook’s face flashes in his mind.
His calm eyes.
His refusal to look away.
Jungkook hides a truth that could destroy lives.
He lives inside a world built on secrets.
And somehow…
their paths have already crossed before.
episode 3
The morning light is soft.
Too soft.
It filters through thin curtains, painting pale gold across the room—but it doesn’t feel warm.
Jungkook sits at the edge of her bed.
Back straight.
Hands resting on his knees.
He hasn’t moved for a while.
His eyes aren’t sleepy.
They’re distant.
As if he woke up long before the sun did.
The small box sits on the table beside him.
.
.
Closed.
.
.
Still.
.
.
But heavy—with everything it holds
His gaze drifts toward it.
Slowly.
Carefully.
His fingers lift…
Hover above it…
A breath passes through his lips—quiet, controlled.
[
Some things aren’t meant to be opened every day.
Some memories don’t weaken with time…
They sharpen.]
He stands and Picks up his bag then leaves.
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.
Without looking back.
The college feels different today.
Not louder.
Not quieter.
Just… focused.
Jungkook steps through the gate, and it’s almost immediate—
Glances.
Whispers.
Eyes that linger just a second too long.
Girl (low voice):
"That’s him…"
Boy:
"The one from yesterday…"
Another:
"He actually talked back to him…"
The tone isn’t admiration.
It’s curiosity mixed with danger.
Like watching someone step too close to a cliff.
Jungkook walks through them.
Unbothered on the outside.
But—
His shoulders are slightly stiffer today.
His awareness is sharper.
He notices everything.
Who’s watching.
Who’s whispering.
Who’s avoiding him.
[Attention isn’t new to her.
But attention like this…
Always leads to something worse.]
The classroom door creaks open.
Jungkook steps in—
And stops.
Taehyung is already there.
Not sitting properly.
Not studying.
Just… there.
Leaning back against a desk, one foot hooked casually against its leg.
His fingers tap slowly on the wooden surface
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.
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A steady rhythm.
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Controlled.
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Intentional.
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Like he’s waiting.
His gaze lifts.
Straight to him.
.
.
No hesitation.
.
No surprise.
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Just recognition.
Jungkook feels it—
That weight again.
That unsettling familiarity.
But he doesn’t show it.
he walks in.
Step by step.
Place his bag down.
Sits.
His movements are calm.
But his breathing…
.
Just slightly slower.
.
Measured.
Silence stretches.
Too long.
Too obvious.
Then—
Kim Taehyung
"You didn’t listen."
His voice doesn’t rise.
But it cuts through the room effortlessly.
Jungkook doesn’t look at him immediately.
He takes a second.
Then turns.
His lips tilt slightly.
Not a smile.
Not quite.
Kim Taehyung
"Staying out of my way."
Jungkook eyes don't waver
A beat.
Then—
A quiet exhale from Taehyung.
Almost like a laugh without humor.
He pushes himself off the desk.
Walks toward jungkook
Slow.
Unrushed
.
But deliberate enough that every step feels intentional.
The classroom gradually quiets.
Students sense it.
That tension again.
He stops beside his desk.
Leans down slightly—
Close enough that his presence feels… intrusive.
Heavy.
Kim Taehyung
"You look at things you shouldn’t."
Jungkook lifts his eyes to meet his.
No fear.
No submission.
Just quiet defiance.
Jungkook
"I look at what’s in front of me."
A pause.
Long enough to notice.
Something shifts in his expression.
Not anger.
Something more dangerous—
Interest.
A loud crash explodes from the corridor.
Metal hitting the ground.
A sharp gasp.
Then—
A scream.
Not playful.
Not dramatic.
Real.
The class reacts instantly.
Chairs scrape.
Voices rise.
Students rush out.
Jungkook was already standing there
And the scene unfolds in fragments—
A boy on the floor.
His bag torn open.
Small packets scattered everywhere.
White powder dusting the tiles.
People stepping back.
Creating distance.
Fear spreading quickly.
[It only takes one second…
For normal to turn into dangerous.]
A teacher pushes through the crowd.
Eyes sharp.
Scanning.
Calculating.
And then—
It lands on Jungkook who was near that scene
Standing closer than he should be.
Still.
Observing.
Teacher Park
"You. Step forward."
The crowd shifts.
Space opens around him.
Like he’s already guilty.
Jungkook takes a step.
Slow.
Controlled.
Teacher Park
"Were you involved in this?"
The question hits harder than expected.
Jungkook's fingers tighten slightly.
Teacher Park
You were closest
Murmurs rise.
Suspicion spreads like fire.
"Hhe’s new…"
"Suspicious…"
"He barely talks…"
Jungkook’s breathing changes.
Barely noticeable.
But real.
This—
Feels too familiar.
Before it escalates—
A voice cuts through everything.
Cold.
Sharp.
Final.
Silence crashes down.
Taehyung steps forward.
Hands still in his pockets.
Expression unreadable.
The teacher turns.
Teacher Park
And you are sure?
Kim Taehyung
*Doesn't hesitates nor thinks* Yes
Kim Taehyung
He was with me *firm*
The words settle heavily in the air.
A lie.
A calculated one.
Jungkook turns to him.
His eyes widen slightly.
Not dramatically.
But enough.
Why would he say that?
The entire corridor reacts.
Whispers explode.
Eyes dart between them.
Connections forming instantly.
False.
But believable.
The teacher hesitates.
And that hesitation is enough.
Because Taehyung doesn’t repeat himself.
Doesn’t explain.
He doesn’t need to.
His presence alone carries authority.
After a moment—
The teacher steps back.
Focus shifts elsewhere.
But the damage is done.
Now—
They’re linked.
Publicly.
The crowd thins.
Noise fades.
Jungkook turns to him.
His voice is still quiet.
But there’s something sharper now.
Jungkook
Why would you say that?!
Tae looks at him.
Directly.
Unblinking.
Kim Taehyung
"You were about to get dragged into something messy."
Jungkook
"I can handle myself."
A flicker of amusement crosses his face.
Subtle.
Dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
"I’m sure you think that."
He steps closer.
Lowering his voice.
Kim Taehyung
"don't misunderstand this"
A pause.
His gaze hardens slightly.
Kim Taehyung
I didn't help you
Kim Taehyung
I protected my peace
Something shifts in Jungkook
For the first time—
His calm cracks.
Just slightly.
Jungkook
Then stay away from me *quiet and firm*
The words land.
Unexpected.
Even to him.
Taehyung straightens.
His eyes narrow slightly.
Studying jungkook.
More carefully now.
Not as a stranger.
But as something—
Unpredictable.
A dark room.
Security monitors glow softly.
Footage plays.
Grainy.
Cold.
The incident replays.
Again.
And again.
Then—
A shadow moves behind the boy.
Almost invisible.
But there.
Earlier.
Standing still.
Watching.
Too still.
Too aware.
Taehyung leans closer to the screen.
His jaw tightens.
Not in anger.
In realization.
[“He stepped in to protect jungkook…
But what if he just protected the wrong person?.”]
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