JEON JUNGKOOK 24 The face everyone knew. One of the country's most successful models, Jungkook lived under flashing cameras, expensive brands, and endless headlines. Handsome, confident, and effortlessly charming, he had a reputation for flirting without commitment. His silver piercings-adorning his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip-and the tattoos covering his right hand only added to his irresistible image. Love? No chance. After years of living in the spotlight, he bought an old mansion far from the city, hoping to find the one thing fame could never give him- Peace.

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KIM TAEHYUNG If Jungkook was chaos... Taehyung was silence. With soft features, gentle eyes, and a smile that could calm the loudest storm, he seemed like someone who belonged to another era. He loved quiet evenings, old melodies, and the lonely mansion he called home. There was something strangely comforting about him... And something he never spoke about.

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[ Author's Note: ] This story is written from Jungkook's POV unless mentioned otherwise.

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At exactly 3:00 a.m., a piercing scream shattered the silence.

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One day earlier

The broker flashed a nervous smile, doing everything he could to convince Jungkook. His only goal was to close the deal as quickly as possible-to sell the mansion and earn his owner's approval. Meanwhile, Jungkook listened in silence, his expression unreadable.

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Letter says : "If you hear any screams... ignore them. It will be better for you."

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He said with a respectful bow.

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The instant the whisper brushed past Jungkook's ear, his body went completely still. For a brief moment, he stood there like a statue, every nerve in his body frozen.

It wasn't fear.

There was simply something deeply unnatural about that voice. It didn't sound human. It didn't even sound real. The whisper slithered beneath his skin, sending an icy shiver through his entire body.

Every instinct urged him not to turn around. Yet, almost against his own will... He slowly looked over his shoulder

Jungkook's eyes wandered across the room, carefully taking in every dusty corner. A strange uneasiness settled inside him.

Fear??

No... Jungkook wasn't someone who got scared so easily. At least, that's what he had always believed. Or had he simply never encountered something worth fearing?

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when his gaze fell upon an old piano resting in the corner of the room. It looked ancient, abandoned for years beneath a thick layer of dust.

Yet, for reasons he couldn't explain, he found himself drawn to it... as though the piano had been waiting for him all this time.

Jungkook cast one last glance at the old piano before quietly closing the door behind him. He made his way back to his bedroom, trying to convince himself that everything was normal.

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The room was warm, comfortable, and far more inviting than the rest of the mansion. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to claim him.

But no matter how long he lay there... Sleep never came. It was as if it had abandoned him the moment he stepped into that mansion.

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Although Jungkook hadn't slept a wink after that, he didn't feel the least bit exhausted. If anything, he felt strangely refreshed. Stepping out of his room, he made his way into the mansion's garden.

By then, the first light of dawn had begun to spread across the sky, gently pushing away the darkness of the night.

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Of course, how could his eyes possibly look away? Standing before him was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen.

Jungkook stood rooted to the spot, completely captivated. It felt as though time itself had frozen around him. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't tear his eyes away from the figure before him.

The boy's height was nothing short of perfect, giving him an effortlessly graceful presence.

As for his face...

Words simply weren't enough. His features were so breathtakingly beautiful that they hardly seemed real. Soft strands of tousled hair fell carelessly over his warm brown eyes, making them even more mesmerizing. His perfectly sculpted nose, delicate heart-shaped pink lips, and flawless skin made him look less like a human... and more like a masterpiece brought to life.

For a fleeting moment, Jungkook couldn't help but wonder if anyone could truly be that beautiful. Realizing he had been staring for far too long, Jungkook quietly cleared his throat and took a cautious step forward. The soft sound caught the boy's attention.

Slowly, he turned around.

Their eyes met.

And in that single moment... Jungkook forgot how to breathe.

Those warm brown eyes held something he couldn't describe-beautiful enough to steal every coherent thought from his mind. For the first time in a very long while, he found himself completely speechless, unable to look away no matter how hard he tried.

Jungkook cleared his throat once again before offering the boy a small smile.

He let out a quiet chuckle.

The boy didn't answer. Instead, his eyes widened ever so slightly, as if Jungkook's voice had startled him.

Jungkook immediately raised both hands in surrender.

He smiled awkwardly.

Rather than replying, the boy glanced around him, his eyes searching the empty garden. A faint frown appeared on Jungkook's face.

He said, following the boy's wandering gaze.

Only then did the boy look back at him. After a brief pause, he answered softly,

Countless questions swirled through Jungkook's mind. Yet, standing before that mysterious boy, he found himself strangely at a loss for words. It was as if the boy's mere presence had unsettled him in a way he couldn't explain.

In the end, only one question escaped his lips. "How long have you been here?" The boy's expression remained calm.

He replied softly.

Jungkook gave a slow nod. Trying to ease the odd tension between them, he extended his hand with a polite smile.

Before he could even finish... The boy spoke.

Jungkook's hand froze midair. His smile slowly faded as surprise flickered across his face.

Jungkook stood there, momentarily speechless. The sudden shock lingered for only a second before he convinced himself there had to be a simple explanation. Of course. The boy had probably seen his face somewhere. Being a well-known model, it wasn't exactly impossible.

Letting the thought settle, Jungkook gave a small nod and kept his hand extended.

The boy glanced at it but made no move to shake it. Instead, he looked straight into Jungkook's eyes and said quietly,

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