Chaos And Destruction

CHAPTER ONE

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      ○Who are your alt group's?○

      No matter how badly the Bond
              between us might end

Know that I will never forget you or the memories we made. Simply because the good outweighed the bad and I'm grateful to have met someone Like you in this life~

                ♤______________♤

The chatter of students echoed through the crowded hallway, a constant hum of laughter, gossip, and the hollow slam of lockers shutting like gunshots. Backpacks swung over shoulders. Shoes squeaked against the polished floor. The air buzzed with the usual Monday tension — restless teenagers moving from one box to the next.

"Jungkook? ... Jungkook!"

Jackson's voice cut through the noise as he snapped his fingers and waved a hand inches from Jungkook's face.

Jungkook blinked, snapping out of his daze, eyes reluctantly tearing away from the boy across the hall. "Huh? What? What did you say?"

Jackson let out an exasperated groan, shoving his shoulder. "Dude, you were totally spacing out. Did you hear a single word I said?"

But Jungkook's gaze drifted right back — to Kim Taehyung.

There he was, framed perfectly under the cold, flickering hallway lights. Hair soft and artfully messy, plush lips pursed into a pout as he bickered with one of his friends. Even from here, Jungkook could see how the guy's sweater clung to his slim frame, how he tilted his head just so, golden brown hair brushing his cheekbones.

If this were a different lifetime, Jungkook thought, biting down on his bottom lip, he would have claimed Taehyung already — would've pulled him into shadowed corners and kissed those lips raw until the bratty pout was gone. But here and now? Kim Taehyung was off-limits — Seoul's golden boy. Too clean. Too polished. Too rich. The crown prince of their school. Everyone knew him: the straight-A student, the principal's favorite, the trust fund baby with looks straight out of a runway ad and an attitude to match.

Jungkook's eyes roamed lower, a smirk ghosting his lips. God, the things he'd do to ruin that soft, spoiled mouth — but princes don't fall for boys like him. Not Jeon Jungkook — the school's resident bad news. The tattoos peeking out under his uniform sleeves weren't even the half of it. Rumors said he'd been in a gang, that he'd made grown men cry just for fun. And maybe some of it was true — he liked the fear. It kept people out of his way.

"Earth to Jungkook. Hello?" Jackson snapped again, raising a brow.

Jungkook tore his eyes away at last, dragging his teeth over his lip ring. "Right, sorry. What were you whining about, Hyung?"

Jackson rolled his eyes dramatically. "I said there's a party at my place Friday. You coming?"

A grin tugged at the corner of Jungkook's mouth. "Dunno. Your parties suck, man."

Jackson barked a laugh and shoved him hard into a row of lockers. "Yah! What do you mean? I am the party. Without me, this hellhole would be dead!"

Jungkook snorted, shoving him back playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Text me the time."

"8:30. Yoongi's coming too. We'll wait for the usual idiots. Don't bail."

Jungkook threw him a two-finger salute. "Wouldn't dream of it."

They drifted down the hallway together, the crowd parting slightly — whether out of respect for Jackson's big personality or fear of the boy beside him, no one ever knew.

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At the edge of town, Jimin carefully draped a thin blanket over his father's sprawled, snoring form on the couch. Empty bottles littered the stained coffee table — he swept them up one by one, the glass clinking dully in the quiet. He hated this silence. It always came after his father passed out: the house felt too big, too heavy.

He lingered for a moment, studying the man who barely looked like a father anymore — then grabbed his worn backpack and slipped on his battered shoes. New school today. New uniform. New bruises hidden under his sweater. He tried to picture his sister's face, tried to remember the warmth in her voice when she called last week.

"Gosh, do I miss her," he whispered to no one, locking the door behind him.

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Meanwhile, Taehyung's heartbeat thundered in his chest as he rounded the corner toward his next class — the only period he shared with him. Jeon Jungkook. The name alone sent a spark down Taehyung's spine. It had been that way since sophomore year when he first laid eyes on him leaning against the bike racks, cigarette dangling from his lips like he owned the whole world.

Taehyung chewed his lip. No matter what the others said — the rumors about Jungkook's past, the whispered stories of him breaking a boy's nose with a single punch — Taehyung didn't care. If anything, it thrilled him. There was something intoxicating about the danger in Jungkook's eyes, the cold, sharp way he looked at people like they were nothing. He could make grown men flinch with a glance — Taehyung secretly wondered what it would feel like to have those eyes on him alone.

Everyone else avoided Jungkook, Jackson, and especially Min Yoongi — the older brother whose icy silence could freeze the whole hallway. Students ducked their heads, clutched their books tighter when they walked by. Teachers pretended not to see them.

But Taehyung? He wanted to be seen. He wanted Jungkook to look at him the way he looked at everyone else — except different. Like he was special. Like he was breakable, but worth breaking.

So he kept his chin up, books hugged to his chest, hoping that today maybe Jungkook would look back. Just once. Just long enough to set his stupid little heart on fire again.

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