BETWEENUS//taekook//vkook // Yoonmin

EPISODE 1

A boy is sleeping with a gentle smile on his face. His bunny teeth are subtly visible, and his peaceful breathing fills the room.

Soft morning light streams through the window, casting a warm glow on his features.

His smile deepens, and his eyelids twitch, as he is lost in the dream.

In his dream, he sees himself walking hand-in-hand with someone. They stroll through a serene park, surrounded by vibrant flowers and gentle sunlight.

Their laughter echoes, mingling with the sweet songs of birds.

He gazes at his companion, but their face is blurred. Yet, their smile is unmistakable, radiant and warm.

Together, they pause by a tranquil lake, watching the ripples caused by a thrown stone.

Their fingers intertwine, a sense of belonging and joy fills his heart. He feels at peace, complete.

The warmth of their hand in his sends shivers down his spine. Contentment washes over him. This is happiness. This is home.

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Suddenly, his alarm blares, shattering the serene atmosphere.

He groggily opens his eyes, disoriented.

The vivid dream lingers, refusing to fade.

Memories of laughter, warmth, and happiness cling to him.

His gaze drifts to the alarm clock. 6:00 AM.

Time to start the day.

He rubs his eyes, yawns, and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

His feet touch the cold floor, grounding him in reality. But his mind remains with the dream.

The unknown face. The undeniable connection. Why does it feel so real?

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He hastily grabs his toiletries and rushes into the bathroom.

Cold water splashes onto his face, jolting him awake. He quickly brushes his teeth, the minty freshness reviving his senses.

As he washes his face, the dream still lingers in his mind.

The blurred face. The warm smile.

He shakes his head, focusing on the day ahead. No time for daydreaming. School is waiting. He rapidly dresses, grabs his backpack, and heads out the door.

The clock reads 8:45 AM. He is running late. He rushes to school, his feet pounding the pavement in a frantic pace.

His backpack bounces against his shoulders, and his hair messes with the wind.

The school gates come into view, and he picks up speed. He can see students filtering in, chatting and laughing. The bell will ring soon.

He can't afford to be late. Not today.

As he bursts through the gates, he scans the area. Where is he?

They usually meet up before class.

Suddenly, a familiar figure catches his eye.

Jimin, he's his friend, he is leaning against the railing, sipping from a thermos.

But before he can even greet Jimin, his friend's voice booms across the courtyard.

"Jungkook, my friend been virgin since birth!"

Jungkook freezes, mortified. His face burns with embarrassment. "Jimin what the...fuck?!"