Golden Soulmates | Taekook
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Dernière publication lun., sept. 22, 2025
The first day of senior year was supposed to be ordinary, hallways buzzing, sneakers squeaking, the faint smell of freshly printed textbooks.
For Jeon Jungkook, it was just another year to survive, sketchbook clutched like armor, head low, blending in.
Then he saw him.
Kim Taeyhung.
New transfer.
Hair catching the sunlight, eyes sharp and daring, as if the world existed only to challenge him.
Fate, or cruel coincidence, slid them into seats side by side.
Taehyung didn't just irritate Jungkook; he pushed buttons Jungkook didn't even know he had.
Every glance, every smirk felt like a challenge, and somehow, a pull Jungkook couldn't ignore.
"Just a seatmate," he told himself. "Just another boy."
But when Taehyung leaned over with that crooked, infuriating smile, something twisted in Jungkook's chest.
This year was already far from ordinary, and he hated that part of him wanted more.
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