Taehyung stepped through the doors of his new high school, the sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a golden glow around him. He had always been known as a goddess, weaving words into stories that could captivate anyone who dared to read them. Today, as he walked through the bustling hallways, he could feel the eyes of his new classmates on him, mesmerized by his ethereal beauty. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and determination.
He glanced around, trying to find his classroom, the thrill of a new beginning thrumming through him. As he turned a corner, however, he collided into a solid wall-a wall that turned out to be none other than Jungkook, the heartthrob of the school. Jungkook was known for his striking features, his confident swagger, and his reputation as a playboy. The hallways were always filled with whispers about him, but in that moment, Taehyung felt only annoyance.
"Are you blind? Can't you see where you're going?" Taehyung exclaimed, his voice rising above the murmur of astonished students. Gasps echoed through the hallway as everyone watched the unexpected confrontation unfold. It was rare for anyone to talk back to Jungkook, let alone insult him in front of his friends.
Jungkook's expression shifted from surprise to calm, his lips forming a polite smile. "I'm sorry," he replied, his voice steady and soft. "I should have been paying more attention."
The hallway fell silent, disbelief hanging in the air like a thick fog. Jungkook, the notorious playboy, had just apologized to a new student-a goddess who dared to glare at him defiantly. Taehyung was taken aback, his irritation faltering for just a moment. He glared at Jungkook, his heart racing, but before he could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, determined to remain unfazed.
Behind Jungkook, his friends were speechless. Jin, the charismatic member of their group, raised an eyebrow, while Jimin's jaw dropped. Namjoon, the wise strategist, couldn't help but smirk, and Suga, with his signature nonchalance, leaned against the wall with a knowing smile. Hobi was the first to break the silence.
"Did that just happen?" he asked, incredulous.
Jungkook stood there, watching Taehyung disappear into the crowd, something stirring within him that he couldn't quite place. "I... guess it did," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
"What are you thinking, Jungkook?" Jin asked, curiosity etched on his face. "You've never backed down from a challenge, let alone let someone insult you like that."
"I don't know," Jungkook replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "There was something about him... He's different."
Later that day, Taehyung and Jungkook's paths crossed more frequently. Taehyung's presence illuminated the halls, his laughter infectious, while Jungkook's charm drew attention like a magnet. The school began to buzz with gossip about the literary goddess and the heartthrob. They were an unlikely pair, and yet, the attraction between them was undeniable.
Jungkook found himself drawn to Taehyung's fiery spirit. He admired the way Taehyung could captivate a room with his words, his passion for literature shining brighter than any reputation could overshadow. Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn't shake off the feeling of intrigue whenever he glanced at Jungkook. Beneath the playboy facade, there was a depth that Taehyung wanted to explore.
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One afternoon, after school, they both found themselves in the library. Taehyung was lost in a book, his brows furrowed in concentration when Jungkook approached him, a mix of determination and uncertainty etched across his face.
"Hey," he said softly, hesitant to interrupt Taehyung's reverie.
Taehyung looked up, startled but curious. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone sharper than he intended.
