The first day of a new school year was always chaotic. Students hurried down the hallways, their chatter filling the air with excitement, complaints, and gossip. To most, it was a return to routine, but to one person, it was the start of something entirely new.

Standing at the edge of the campus gate, clutching a transfer slip, was a boy with an uncertain gaze. His name was Jungkook, and this wasn’t just another school—it was his chance to start fresh. A heavy weight pressed on his chest as he scanned the bustling crowd, searching for the administration office. Everything was foreign—the faces, the energy, even the smell of the freshly waxed floors. It was as if he’d walked into someone else’s life, and for now, he had no idea where he fit in.

Miles away from Jungkook’s thoughts, another boy—Taehyung—sat in the third-floor classroom by the window. His head rested lazily against his palm as he stared out at the courtyard below, barely registering the lively commotion. He wasn’t new here, yet something about the first day always left him feeling empty.

For Taehyung, the school halls were no longer exciting. They were a maze of familiar faces hiding secrets, whispers of truths better left unspoken. And Taehyung had his fair share of secrets. His relationship—if one could even call it that—was fragile at best, built on convenience rather than true connection. He loved the thrill of affection, but the idea of commitment felt suffocating. And so, when temptation came knocking, Taehyung always opened the door.

But today, as the minutes ticked by, a strange feeling prickled at the back of his mind. It wasn’t guilt—it wasn’t like he ever expected his lies to catch up with him. No, it was something else. Something he couldn’t quite name.

By the time Jungkook found the administration office, the halls had mostly cleared. A friendly teacher handed him his schedule and directed him toward his first class. He walked slowly, clutching the paper as if it were a map to a treasure he wasn’t sure he wanted to find. What he didn’t know was that his arrival wasn’t just the beginning of his own story—it would become the catalyst for someone else’s redemption.

Because somewhere in those hallways, Jungkook and Taehyung would meet. And in the tangled web of betrayal, heartbreak, and discovery, their connection would set into motion a series of events neither of them could predict.

For Jungkook, it would be a test of resilience. For Taehyung, it would be a lesson in love and the cost of his mistakes. And for both, it would be the start of a game they didn’t realize they were playing—a game where the stakes were higher than they ever imagined. Will this game brings them back together or left them together as a broken glass? Will you play this games?

The school bell rang sharply, signaling the start of another busy semester. Room 3-A buzzed with chatter as students settled into their seats. Jungkook hesitated outside the classroom door, gripping his transfer slip tightly. His heart pounded in his chest. This was a new start, but the thought of walking into a room full of strangers filled him with dread.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. The noise died down as thirty pairs of eyes turned to him. Jungkook’s gaze fell to the floor as the teacher, Mrs. Choi, motioned for him to come forward.

“This is Jeon Jungkook,” Mrs. Choi announced warmly. “He’s a transferee, so please make him feel welcome.”

The class murmured softly, and a boy with neat hair and a kind smile stood up from the front row.

“Hi, I’m Seokjin, the class president,” he said, his tone friendly. “You can sit wherever you’re comfortable, but let me know if you need any help.”

Jungkook nodded shyly. He scanned the room, spotting an empty seat near the middle, beside a boy with striking features and soft brown hair—Kim Taehyung.

As Jungkook made his way to the seat, Taehyung flashed him a wide smile, his boxy grin radiating warmth. “Hi,” Taehyung said, his voice gentle but playful. “Looks like we’re seatmates now.”

Jungkook managed a small smile and sat down, feeling Taehyung’s curious gaze linger on him for a moment before the teacher resumed speaking.

Lunchtime came quickly, and Jungkook found himself wandering the cafeteria, unsure of where to sit. Balancing his tray awkwardly, he spotted a table with just two boys—one blond with an angelic smile and the other with a sunny disposition.

“Hey!” the blond boy called out, waving him over. “New kid! Sit here!”

Jungkook hesitated but eventually walked over. The blond boy grinned as he introduced himself. “I’m Jimin.”

“And I’m Hoseok,” the other boy added cheerfully. “We’re friendly with everyone, so don’t be shy!”

Jungkook smiled slightly, sitting down as they began peppering him with questions about where he was from and how he was finding the school so far. Their infectious energy made him relax.

“By the way,” Jimin said, leaning in conspiratorially, “be careful of Taehyung.”

Jungkook blinked, surprised. “Why?”

“He’s… how do I put this?” Jimin tapped his chin. “He’s charming, but he’s got a reputation for being a bit of a flirt.”

“Not to mention his friends,” Hoseok added. “Yoongi and Namjoon—they’re always together. They’re not bad guys, but they definitely have their own vibe.”

Jungkook frowned slightly, thinking of Taehyung’s warm smile earlier. It hadn’t seemed fake.

Later in the afternoon, Jungkook found himself working on an assignment when Taehyung turned to him. “Hey, Jungkook,” he said, resting his chin on his hand. “How’s your first day going?”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook replied quietly.

Taehyung’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I know it can be tough being new. If you need someone to show you around, I can help.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook said hesitantly.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up as he leaned closer. “You know, you have a nice vibe. I bet we’ll be great friends.”

Before Jungkook could respond, the door opened, and two boys walked in—Yoongi and Namjoon. They headed straight for Taehyung, their expressions calm but commanding.

“Taehyung, we’re going to the music room,” Yoongi said, his voice low and steady. “Are you coming?”

Taehyung waved them off with a smile. “I’ll catch up later.”

As the two walked away, Jungkook glanced at Taehyung. “Are they your friends?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung replied, shrugging. “We’ve been close for a while. They’re good guys once you get to know them.”

Jungkook nodded, unsure of what to make of Taehyung’s easygoing demeanor.

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By the end of the day, Seokjin approached Jungkook as he packed his things. “How was your first day?” the class president asked kindly.

“It was fine,” Jungkook said. “Everyone’s been nice.”

“Good,” Seokjin said with a smile. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”

Jungkook nodded, thanking him. As he left the classroom, he noticed Taehyung leaning against the wall outside, waiting.

“Hey, Jungkookie,” Taehyung said with a grin. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

Jungkook blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to.”

“I know,” Taehyung said, his voice softer now. “But I want to. Friends help each other, right?”

Something in Taehyung’s tone made Jungkook pause. Despite Jimin’s warning, Taehyung’s sincerity felt real.

“Okay,” Jungkook said finally.

As they walked together, Taehyung chattered about random things, his enthusiasm infectious. Jungkook found himself smiling despite his initial hesitation.

But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake Jimin’s words. Was Taehyung really as genuine as he seemed? Or was this the beginning of something more complicated?

Jungkook sat on a bench near the school courtyard during lunch, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The soft breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, and most of the students were busy in the cafeteria or hanging out with their friends.

Lost in thought, he began humming a tune that had been stuck in his head all morning. His voice was soft at first, but as he became more comfortable, it grew louder, filling the quiet courtyard with a rich, melodic sound.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Taehyung had been walking nearby. He froze mid-step, his head tilting slightly as he listened. The sound of Jungkook’s voice was mesmerizing, pure and emotional. A sly smile crept onto Taehyung’s face as he peeked around the corner, watching Jungkook sing with his eyes closed.

“Interesting,” Taehyung murmured to himself.

When Jungkook finished the song, he opened his eyes to find Taehyung standing in front of him, clapping enthusiastically.

“That was amazing!” Taehyung said, his voice warm and genuine.

Jungkook flushed, startled. “H-how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to know that you’ve got some serious talent,” Taehyung said with a grin. He sat down beside Jungkook, his gaze filled with admiration—or so it seemed. “Why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that?”

“It’s nothing special,” Jungkook muttered, looking away.

“Nothing special?” Taehyung scoffed, leaning closer. “Are you kidding? You’re incredible. You should join our music club. We’re forming a band, and we need a lead vocalist. You’d be perfect.”

Jungkook blinked in surprise. “Me? A lead vocalist?”

“Absolutely,” Taehyung said, his enthusiasm infectious. “You’ve got the voice for it. Trust me, Jungkookie—you’d be the star of the show.”

Jungkook hesitated, unsure how to respond. “I... I don’t know. I’ve never been in a band before.”

Taehyung waved off his concern with a laugh. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll help you. We’ll all help you. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Though Jungkook was still unsure, something about Taehyung’s excitement made him want to say yes.

After lunch, Jungkook decided to head to the cafeteria to grab a snack. He spotted Jimin and Hoseok sitting at a corner table, waving him over enthusiastically.

“Jungkook, over here!” Jimin called, grinning brightly.

Jungkook smiled and walked over to join them. “Hey.”

“Man, you’re so lucky Taehyung’s taken an interest in you,” Hoseok said as Jungkook sat down. “It’s rare for him to be this friendly with someone so quickly.”

Jungkook tilted his head, confused. “Really? He seems... nice.”

Jimin and Hoseok exchanged a look. Jimin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “He’s nice, sure, but... he’s also complicated. You just have to be careful around him.”

Hoseok nodded, his expression more serious than usual. “Yeah. Taehyung’s got a way of pulling people in, but sometimes it’s hard to tell what he’s really thinking.”

Jungkook frowned, their words adding to his growing confusion. “Why are you telling me this?”

Jimin sighed. “Because we like you, Jungkook. You seem like a good guy, and we don’t want you getting hurt.”

Before Jungkook could respond, a familiar voice interrupted them.

“There you are, Jungkookie!” Taehyung said cheerfully, appearing beside their table with his usual bright smile. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Jungkook looked up at him, startled. “You have?”

“Of course,” Taehyung said, sliding into the seat next to him. “I wanted to see if you’d thought more about joining the music club.”

Jungkook hesitated, glancing at Jimin and Hoseok. “I... I’m still not sure.”

Taehyung’s smile softened, his tone gentle. “Hey, no pressure. Just think about it, okay? We’d be lucky to have you.”

As Taehyung stood up to leave, he shot a quick glance at Jimin and Hoseok, his smile still in place but his eyes sharp. Then, he turned back to Jungkook, his cheerful demeanor returning.

“See you later, Jungkookie!” he said, waving as he walked away.

As soon as Taehyung was out of earshot, Jimin leaned closer to Jungkook. “That’s exactly what we mean. He’s sweet now, but there’s something... off about him.”

Hoseok nodded. “Just be careful, okay? He’s not as simple as he seems.”

Jungkook frowned, their words lingering in his mind. Taehyung’s kindness felt genuine, but was there something more beneath the surface?

Later, Taehyung met up with Yoongi and Namjoon in their usual spot in the music room. Yoongi was lazily tapping on a keyboard, while Namjoon tuned his guitar.

“Guess what,” Taehyung announced, his voice dripping with confidence.

“What now?” Yoongi asked, not looking up.

“I found us a lead vocalist,” Taehyung said, leaning against the wall with a smug grin.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “You mean the new guy? Jungkook?”

“Exactly,” Taehyung said, crossing his arms. “I heard him singing today, and trust me—he’s got the voice of an angel.”

Yoongi finally looked up, his expression skeptical. “And you’re sure about this? You’re not just dragging him in because you’re bored?”

Taehyung smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, I’m definitely not bored. He’s talented, and he matches our vibe. Plus…” He trailed off, his smirk widening as he turned his back to his friends.

“Plus what?” Namjoon asked, narrowing his eyes.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder, his grin almost predatory. “It’s fun seeing him squirm. He’s so polite, so reserved... I can’t wait to see how he reacts when things get a little more... complicated.”

Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’re unbelievable.”

Namjoon frowned. “Just don’t take it too far, Tae. The kid’s new. He doesn’t deserve to be messed with.”

Taehyung waved off his concern. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.”