Homewrecker -2
nerd
In this world, hybrids live among humans. They look human but have hidden animal traits—like ears, tails, or sharp senses. Many hybrids hide these traits because showing them is dangerous. If others find out, they could be forced into slavery.
The strong hybrids rule and have all the power. The weaker ones are treated as slaves, forced to obey and work for others. In this world, power decides everything: the strong are free, and the weak must hide to survive.
someone
Don’t take my mom! No, don’t! Mom... No... No!
The little boy's screams echoed through the chaos
His tiny voice broke as he cried out, his chest heaving with sobs.
Desperately, his wide, tear-filled eyes searched for help. Then, he saw his father. The man’s body lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling around him. The boy’s heart sank with a sickening realization—his father wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t alive.
His cries grew louder, but his throat soon gave out, becoming dry and hoarse. His small fists clenched as he stumbled forward, his bare feet stinging against the rough ground. Blood trickled from cuts on his soft skin, staining the dirt beneath him.
He looked at his mother one last time, her face twisted with fear and grief as the strangers dragged her away.
Before he could do anything more, strong arms lifted him off the ground. Darkness clouded his vision, and his tiny body went limp, his last memory being of his mother’s fading silhouette.
First day of college, and I’m already standing awkwardly at the entrance like some clueless freshman—which, okay, I am. But let’s get one thing straight: I’m not your stereotypical alpha. Sure, I’ve got muscles, and yeah, I guess I’m kind of handsome (gawd, I know it), but deep down? I’m a nerd. Big glasses, long hair tied up messily, and a backpack stuffed with books no one cares about. I’d rather study quantum physics than show off my biceps.
But this isn’t just about academics for me. I’m here for her. Tzuyu. My childhood best friend. Sweet, kind, and so beautiful it hurts. We grew up together, and somewhere along the way, I fell for her. Hard. But, of course, I’ve never told her because why would I ruin a perfectly good friendship?
tyuzu
Hey, Jungkook! Are you lost? Want me to help you find your class?
Lost? Yes. In her eyes? Always.
I nodded dumbly, grateful she couldn’t hear the internal screaming in my head. She walked me to my classroom, chatting like we hadn’t been apart for years.
I sat down, hoping the seat next to me would stay empty. Thank goodness, it did. No annoying classmates, no forced small talk—just me, my notes, and this lecture. Perfect.
Then the door slammed open.
A group of students sauntered in, full of attitude, looking like they owned the place. Among them was him. My gaze landed on this hybrid, and holy hell—he was pretty.
professor
What time do you call this, Kim?
Taehyung
Professor, look behind you
The hybrid said, chewing gum casually.
professor
What am I looking at?
Taehyung
The wall. What’s on it?
Taehyung
Exactly. If you can see the time, why are you asking me? That clock’s not there for decoration
The entire room burst into laughter. I sat there, stunned, wondering how anyone could be so bold. The professor looked like he was about to combust, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to stay calm.
long semister
The hybrid ignored him and scanned the room. A bunch of alpha guys waved him over, but he rolled his eyes and headed straight for me.
What? Move? This was my desk! I blinked up at him, too stunned to respond.
He leaned down, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. His shirt dipped low, revealing… oh gawd. BOOBS. Lots of it🌝. My brain short-circuited. Don’t look, Jungkook. Don’t. Look.
Taehyung
Do you want me to sit on your lap? 😏
My face turned bright red.
I stammered, looking anywhere but at him.
Taehyung
Enjoying the view, huh?
This was it. I was going to die of embarrassment right here in this classroom. He finally slid into the seat next to me, way too close for comfort. His scent hit me—a mix of milk and saffron—and I felt my brain go fuzzy
Focus, Jungkook. Focus on the lecture. Not on him. Not on his legs. Definitely not on how his skirt keeps riding up.
I tried. I really did. But then he passed me a note.
Taehyung
Let me sit by the window,”
I nodded, sliding over without a word. As he got up to switch seats, his skirt hiked up, giving me a glimpse of his panties. I froze, my face burning hotter than the sun. You’re not a pervert, Jungkook. You’re not a pervert.
But how would it feel to choke on them and die?
jungkook your such a pervert
He settled into the window seat, our shoulders brushing. I shifted, trying to put some space between us, but it didn’t help.
He pulled out a sketchbook and started drawing. Curious, I glanced over. The name
Kim Taehyung” was scrawled across the first page in neat, stylish handwriting. So, that’s his name.
Taehyung flipped through the pages, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. His drawings were incredible—designs for clothes, stunning portraits of landscapes, and even a few whimsical creatures.
Taehyung
Like what you see nerd
I quickly looked away, my ears burning. This was going to be a long semester.
strangers
It was lunchtime, and I followed Tzuyu to the cafeteria, grateful she had decided to rescue me from the classroom. She was the perfect buffer in this overwhelming new environment, introducing me to her friends who seemed nice enough, even if their laughter was a bit too loud for my taste.
We were just getting comfortable when the entire cafeteria shifted. A group of students walked in, their presence like a magnetic wave pulling all eyes toward them. And at the center of it was him—Taehyung.
Taehyung strutted in like he was the main character of a movie, his gang trailing behind him like background dancers. His hair fell perfectly over his forehead, his outfit screamed rebellion, and his attitude? Yeah, it radiated I don’t give a damn fuck about your existence.
Tzuyu’s friends noticed me staring and leaned in, voices dripping with drama.
Newbie alert,” one of them smirked, catching my attention. “You see that guy? That’s Kim Taehyung. Trust me, you don’t want to get involved.”
He’s trouble. Everyone knows he’s got a sugar daddy—the chairman of this college, But he’s known as the college slut. It’s better to stay away from him and his gang ” another added, her voice low but sharp.
Oh, there’s more,” the first friend continued. “He’s also a bully. I mean, he sent a wolf hybrid to the hospital last semester. The kid’s parents filed a case, and Taehyung even went to jail for a bit.”
My head was spinning. Jail? Sugar daddy? Hospitalized students? This was more drama than I’d ever signed up for.
Yeah,” Tzuyu’s friend said with a knowing smirk. “And just look at him—walking around like he owns the place. Honestly, it’s better if you don’t even make eye contact. Guys like him love to make people’s lives hell.”
I Nodded, trying to keep my face neutral, but my thoughts were far from calm. Sure, Taehyung looked like trouble, but there was something oddly fascinating about him. No, Jungkook. Don’t even think about it. You’re here for Tzuyu, I reminded myself.
The next day, however, fate decided to mess with me.
I walked into class and immediately spotted Taehyung. He looked just as unbothered as ever
Taehyung didn’t say a word as he took the seat. Not a glance, not a nod—nothing. It was like I didn’t exist, which, honestly, was a relief. I didn’t need to be on his radar.
Throughout the lecture, I stole a few glances at him—not because I was interested, of course. Just... curiosity.
And so it went for the next few days. We sat in silence, sharing a classroom but not a single word. Taehyung didn’t acknowledge me, and I didn’t try to break the unspoken rule.
We were like strangers. Strangers who somehow always ended up in the same room but never in the same world.
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