Fated Souls|J.J.K. × OC

Remembered?

Taehyung’s POV

The next morning, Taehyung walked into the university campus, his mind heavy with thoughts that refused to leave him. Confusion twisted his emotions into a tangled knot, and anger simmered beneath the surface. Was it anger? He wasn’t even sure. Yesterday’s conversation replayed endlessly in his head, leaving him distracted and on edge.

So distracted, in fact, that he didn’t notice someone walking straight toward him until they collided.

“Sorry,” he muttered automatically, not even glancing at the person as he continued forward.

As he reached the classroom corridor, he spotted a familiar figure standing near the door. A flicker of joy lit up his face, momentarily dispelling the dark cloud hanging over him.

“Jimin!” he called out, his voice filled with a rare cheerfulness as he skipped toward his best friend.

Jimin flinched visibly at the sound of his name, turning slowly to face Taehyung. His eyes widened, and for a fleeting moment, there was something in them that made Taehyung’s chest tighten. It wasn’t warmth or joy, but something colder—sharper.

Pain.

Betrayal.

Fear.

Taehyung’s grin faltered.

“What’s with the look, Jiminie?” he asked, his tone laced with laughter to mask the unease creeping into his chest.

But Jimin didn’t answer. His lips pressed into a thin line as he turned on his heel and walked away without a word.

Taehyung froze in place, his gaze fixed on Jimin’s retreating back. The unease turned into a gnawing ache as questions swirled in his mind. Why had Jimin looked at him like that? Why had his best friend ignored him?

He tried to brush it off, convincing himself it was nothing serious. Maybe Jimin was having a bad day. That was it—just a bad day.

But deep down, he knew something was wrong.

The day passed in a blur. Taehyung couldn’t shake the image of Jimin’s wide, fearful eyes. When classes ended, he finally resolved to confront him. He found Jimin lingering near the cafeteria, his posture stiff and uneasy.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung called softly as he approached.

Jimin spun around, startled, his eyes darting toward Taehyung like a deer caught in headlights.

“What’s going on?” Taehyung asked, forcing a gentle smile. “You’ve been acting weird all day. Did I do something wrong?”

For a moment, Jimin just stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his lips parted, but the words that came out weren’t what Taehyung expected.

“I... I’m busy,” Jimin muttered, his voice trembling ever so slightly. Without giving Taehyung a chance to respond, he turned and hurried away.

Taehyung stood frozen, his heart sinking as he watched his best friend disappear into the crowd.

The ache in his chest deepened, but this time, it wasn’t confusion he felt.

A wicked smirk spread across his lips, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint.

“Oh, my little vixen,” he whispered, his voice dripping with something that wasn’t quite amusement.

Nari’s POV

“Let me do it,” Jungkook said, snatching the broom from my hands for what felt like the hundredth time.

I glared at him, huffing in frustration. “Can you stop? I can clean just fine by myself.”

But Jeon Jungkook being Jeon Jungkook, he ignored me and kept sweeping like this was his personal stage performance.

Why were we even here? Oh, right—detention.

Flashback

In class, Jungkook had the audacity to sit beside me, of all people, despite the numerous empty seats scattered around the room. And if that wasn’t enough, he leaned over and whispered the most ridiculous thing.

“Fashion disaster alert. Did you lose a bet or something?”

I blinked at him, completely thrown off.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered back, my voice laced with irritation.

He smirked, leaning in closer. “This whole pink-on-pink situation? Yikes. I can’t decide if you’re trying to blind us or make us laugh.”

My temper flared instantly. Who did he think he was? Before I could stop myself, I slammed my hand on the desk, ready to fire back.

But, of course, the professor chose that exact moment to intervene.

“Miss Kang Nari! Detention after class!”

My jaw dropped.

“It wasn’t even my fault!” I protested, but my words were drowned out by Jungkook’s infuriatingly smooth voice.

“Sir, I was also involved. I’ll take responsibility.”

My mouth fell open. What is this guy?

End of Flashback

And now here we were, stuck cleaning classrooms together, with Jungkook acting like he was doing me some kind of favour.

“Seriously, Jungkook, what’s your deal?” I snapped as we walked home. “You’re the reason I got detention, and now you’re pretending to be all noble? Do you even hear yourself?”

He stopped walking, his back to me.

I frowned, suddenly uneasy. “Jungkook?”

When he turned around, his usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something darker—something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, and I instinctively backed away until my back hit a wall.

“W-What are you doing?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke in a voice that sent chills down my spine.

“Your elegant fingers,” he murmured, “were made to trace the lines of my twisted stories. No other task deserves your touch, Na-ui sarang.”

{A/N: Na-ui Sarang - My love}

He pulled back, his expression unreadable, but his smirk said enough. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me frozen in place.

My mind reeled. Did he remember? No, that was impossible.

It had to be impossible.

What neither of them noticed was the pair of eyes watching from the shadows. One burned with jealousy; the other simmered with anger.

In the silence of their own hearts, they made identical vows.

“In the past, I failed to make you mine. But this time, no one will stop me.”