Venomous Family
Introduction
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Welcome all in my new story
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Welcome to a world woven from pure imagination—where passion meets chaos, love tangles with danger, and hearts remain loyal through every storm. Before you dive into this tale, please take a moment to read the content details and themes explored in this story.
𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥:
•Taekook (Top Jungkook × Bottom Taehyung)
𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨:
• Yoonmin
• Namjin
• Hopelisa
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙨
• 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠: A cold-hearted, completely whipped top—protective, possessive, obsessed and deeply in love.
• 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜: A strong, smart, and incredibly cute bottom—resilient with a heart that shines even in the darkest times.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 & 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨:
• Rich in fluff, tender moments, and emotional intimacy.
• Dark romance with intense scenes: forced kiss (only), psychological tension, and power struggles.
• Set in a world of mafia, cage symbolism, anger issue, and torment—with blood, murder, and torture playing a part in the unfolding narrative, obsession,
• Includes leaps between emotional highs and lows, creating a rollercoaster of feelings.
• Slight skinship with the devil, high agust.
𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨:
× No sad ending
× No cheating
× No betrayals
× No abuse between leads
× No playboy or f*ckboy top
This story is for those who enjoy complex emotions, possessive love, and characters who fight through darkness for their bond. It does not reflect the real lives of any individuals and is purely fictional.
𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜:
Contains themes of violence, captivity, emotional intensity, and mafia elements. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with such content.
𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚:
Kindly avoid hate or judgment. Respect the fictional nature of this story. Make sure to read the author's note after the chapter introduction for further insights and behind-the-scenes thoughts.
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Venomous family
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The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows along the cracked basement walls. The air was thick—heavy with the metallic scent of blood, the sting of sweat, and the lingering rust of old chains. A single worn-out sofa sat in the center, its fabric darkened by years of suffering.
A man slumped forward, his wrists bound tightly with rough rope, the fibers digging into his skin. His face was nearly unrecognizable—one eye swollen shut, his lip split open, fresh blood trickling down his chin. Every breath was agony, sharp and searing through his ribs.
𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚?
He spat blood onto the cold concrete floor, his vision blurring from pain and exhaustion.
A few feet away, a man calmly rolled up the sleeves of his spotless white shirt. His fair skin was smooth, his delicate yet sharp facial features giving him an almost angelic appearance—if only he weren’t a devil in disguise.
His dark, slightly wavy hair was neatly styled, parted in the middle, with soft strands falling over his forehead. His deep, hooded eyes held a quiet intensity, unreadable yet hauntingly mesmerizing. A small smirk tugged at his full lips, and the small hoop earrings he wore only added an edge to his otherwise elegant demeanor.
He moved slowly, deliberately, his sharp gaze shifting toward a metal tray beside him. Pliers, a hammer, a straight razor, a blowtorch—all laid out neatly, waiting to be used. He traced a finger over them, almost thoughtful, before sighing softly.
Unknown 1
“𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙪𝙨?”His voice was dark, dripping with amusement yet holding an unmistakable menace
The bound man trembled violently.
Unknown
** No… No, no, no… I can’t die here. Not like this.**
But even as he tried to hold onto hope, he knew the truth. Nothing—no one—could save him now. Not even God Himself. Because the devils standing before him didn’t believe in mercy.
Unknown
A chilling whimper left his lips
Unknown
"𝙋... 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙎𝙞𝙧... 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝—𝘼𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙃!"
His plea was cut short by a sharp blade sinking into his stomach. His eyes widened in pure agony as he looked toward the direction of the attack.
A short boy sat comfortably on another man's lap, playing with his fingers as if nothing had happened.
Unknown 2
“𝙊𝙤𝙥𝙨~ 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙,” the boy giggled, his voice light and sweet, a stark contrast to the dark gleam in his eyes
Two other men chuckled at his words, as if the situation were nothing more than a casual game
But the man screaming in pain didn’t find it cute. Not when he saw the boy’s devilish smirk.
His features were soft—smooth, fair skin, a delicate face that could be mistaken for innocence. But those dark, almond-shaped eyes held a glint of something sinister. His straight nose and full, naturally pink lips gave him an angelic appearance… yet the monster lurking within was anything but…
Unknown 3
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮,"
The man behind him cooed, running a hand through his hair, his dimpled smile warm—deceptively warm.
The dying man felt his heart hammer against his ribs, not from the pain of the knife but from the suffocating presence of the three devils surrounding him. Their gazes pinned him down, their expressions unreadable yet terrifying.
Heavy footsteps echoed as another man entered, his smirk holding a dangerous edge. He strolled inside, moving like he owned the world, and sat down on a single chair like a king on his throne. Because right now—he was the king.
His face was eerily perfect, smooth like porcelain, yet something darker lurked beneath the surface. His piercing eyes stripped away any facade, revealing a mind as sharp as a blade
His lips, full and soft, curled into something that could be a smirk or a warning. The sharp angles of his jaw and the predatory stillness in his demeanor sent a shiver down the bound man's spine
Another figure took a seat on the worn-out sofa, effortlessly pulling the short boy onto his lap. The boy let out a small whine, but no one paid it any mind
Unknown 4
"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙨?"
The man on the chair laughed suddenly, the sound sharp and unhinged. It made the bound man's blood run cold
Unknown
**No. No. No. I don’t want to die**
Unknown
“𝙄... 𝙄 𝙖𝙢... 𝙨𝙤... 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙈𝙧. 𝙅𝙚𝙤—”
The words never left his lips
A bullet tore through his skull, silencing him forever
The room fell into a brief silence before a sigh broke it
Jeon Jungkook
"𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞-𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠?"
The man on the chair— 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠—pouted, looking at the one who had pulled the trigger.
𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 __didn't answer. He merely walked over to the short boy, who was now giggling while planting small kisses on the cheek of the man holding
Jeon yoongi
“𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤, 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙢-𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙅𝙞𝙣-𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩,”He murmured
𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 gasped softly at the sudden movement before wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck, resting his head against his chest
Jeon Namjoon
"𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩; 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚," chuckled, glancing at the younger man still seated like royalty
Jeon Jungkook
sighed "𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚… 𝙃𝙤𝙗𝙞-𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨."
Jeon Hoseok
"𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙~" replied with a charming grin
Jeon Hoseok
"𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚."
Jeon Namjoon
stretched his arms "𝙔𝙖𝙝, 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
Jeon Jungkook
let out a tired sigh"𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤."
And with that, the devils left the basement, the scent of blood still thick in the air, their footsteps fading into the darkness.
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The mansion loomed under the suffocating night, its towering presence both regal and menacing. Ornate iron gates, twisted like the grasping fingers of the damned, guarded its secrets, their dark metal gleaming under the flickering glow of the streetlamps. The grand façade, bathed in a ghostly light, seemed alive—its arched windows watching, whispering stories of unseen horrors within.
Shadows slithered along the marble pillars, curling into the intricate carvings that bore silent witness to untold sins. This was no mere house—it was a fortress of power, a cathedral of nightmares, where the walls held screams and the halls dripped with the weight of bloodstained legacies.
The door swung open, revealing a tall, handsome man who stepped inside without a word. His sharp gaze swept across the room before he turned on his heels and headed straight for the kitchen. The air grew heavy—everyone stiffened, holding their breath as they watched him disappear.
Jungkook, sensing the tension, quickly followed. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms around the older man's waist, pressing a gentle back hug against him. Shit, we really messed up this time.
Jeon Jungkook
"𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜," murmured, his voice soft yet pleading
Jeon Jungkook
" 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩—𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩."
At that, all eyes darted toward Namjoon, who stood frozen, realizing he had just been thrown under the bus. Fuck. I’m dead.
Jin turned, his sharp gaze flickering between Jungkook and Namjoon. Then, in an instant, his entire demeanor changed. His expression softened, his hands reaching up to cup Jungkook’s face.
Jeon Seok-Jin
"𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?" fussed, scanning Jungkook’s face for any sign of exhaustion or injuries
Jeon Seok-Jin
"𝘼𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧."
Before Jungkook could even respond, Jin dragged him toward the dining table and began placing food in front of him, practically forcing him to eat.
The rest of them stood there, mouths slightly agape, watching the scene unfold.
Jeon jimin
**Did... Did Jungkook just escape Jin hyung’s wrath?** shake head in disbelieve
Just then, soft footsteps echoed down the stairs. A sleepy-looking girl rubbed her eyes cutely before making her way straight to Hoseok, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Jeon Hoseok
chuckled, effortlessly lifting her into his arms "𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤, 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩—𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧." voice was gentle, filled with warmth
Jeon lisa
pouted, crossing her arms "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩! 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙."
A knowing silence filled the room. Everyone knew just how dangerous she truly was
Jeon Hoseok
sighed dramatically "𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚."carried her off to their room
The rest of the night passed with quiet murmurs over dinner, and soon, everyone headed to bed—except Namjoon, who found himself standing outside his and Jin’s shared room, staring at the locked door.
His shoulders slumped. Kicked out... again.
With a resigned sigh, he turned and trudged toward Jungkook’s room.
Jeon Namjoon
**Looks like I’m sleeping here tonight**
But when he little wake up in night found himself in his room cuddling his husband.....
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The morning sun peeked through the soft, white curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The air was still, filled only with the gentle rhythm of slow, steady breathing.
Nestled under the covers was a boy, beautiful in a way that seemed almost ethereal. His dark lashes rested against his smooth skin, his chest rising and falling in perfect harmony with the quiet of the morning. The soft tousle of his hair caught the sunlight, giving it a warm, golden halo. He lay there, completely at peace, untouched by the worries of the world.
The shrill cry of the alarm clock shattered the serenity. His eyebrows twitched, his nose scrunched slightly, but he didn’t move just yet. 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋! 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋!
A soft groan escaped his lips as he turned onto his side, pulling the blanket over his head, trying to escape the sound. But the clock was relentless. 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋!
With a sigh, his delicate fingers reached out from under the blanket, fumbling for the snooze button. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, fluttered open just a little—deep, sleepy pools reflecting the first light of morning. He let his hand fall back onto the pillow, staring at the ceiling, drowsy but awake
Unknown 1
"𝙐𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝… 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜," mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep
With a defeated sigh, he finally pushed the blanket off, his hair messily falling over his forehead, a small pout forming on his lips before he finally got out of bed
Still groggy, he walked into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes before stepping into the shower. The moment the cool water hit his skin, a shiver ran down his spine. Within seconds, the drowsiness faded, and he let out a satisfied hum as the water cascaded over his milky skin
After a refreshing shower, he dressed in comfortable yet stylish clothes and made his way to the kitchen for a light breakfast.
He nibbled on his toast absentmindedly. Just as he was about to grab his books, the sudden sound of the doorbell made him pause.
A knowing smile spread across his face. He knew exactly who it was.
Excitement bubbled inside him as he jumped up cutely, rushing toward the door. But in his haste, he barely had time to react when he was suddenly pulled into a tight hug.
Unknown 2
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙚!" a sweet, melodic voice greeted him
Kim Taehyung
let out a soft giggle, instantly recognizing the person "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙅𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙖," he replied, his signature boxy smile lighting up his face
Kim Jisoo
Jisoo cooed at him, her eyes filled with fondness "𝘼𝙬𝙬𝙬, 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮," she said, ruffling his soft hair "𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤, 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚!
Kim Taehyung
"𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮!" Taehyung chirped before quickly grabbing his things
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The two of them headed towards their university, walking side by side. As soon as they stepped inside, a familiar sight greeted them—a heated argument between two boys who never seemed to get along
Unknown 3
"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙!" one of them huffed, glaring daggers at the other
Unknown 4
"𝘼𝙨 𝙞𝙛!" the second boy scoffed, crossing his arms
Unknown 4
"𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩."
Kim Jisoo
let out an amused sigh, shaking her head "𝘼𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣," she muttered
It was nothing new. These two had been childhood rivals—Tom and Jerry in human form. Always competing, always arguing, and yet, somehow, they remained inseparable.
Kim Jisoo
"𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙩, 𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣! 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚," scolded, giving the second boy a pointed look
Choi soobin
gasped dramatically "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩?! 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩!" whined, pointing an accusing finger at the other boy
Kim Taehyung
let out a soft chuckle and grabbed the first boy’s arm, pulling him away "𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤," he said, shaking his head fondly as Yeonjun continued glaring at Soobin
With their usual antics unfolding, the morning at the university had officially begun
Taehyung walked into the classroom with his friends, and as always, they were greeted warmly by everyone. It wasn’t surprising—after all, everyone liked Taehyung.
He was treated more like family than just a classmate. Moments later, the teacher entered the room, bringing the usual buzz of excitement to a quiet halt
Teacher
"𝘼𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬," the teacher began with a smile, "𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬. 𝘽𝙪𝙩... 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚!"
A wave of murmurs filled the classroom, as curious whispers spread among the students. Everyone was eager to know what the surprise was.
Teacher
"𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!" the teacher said firmly, and the classroom instantly quieted down
Teacher
The teacher’s smile grew as they spoke again. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚."
A collective gasp echoed through the room. It was almost as if everyone already knew who the top scorer would be. All eyes briefly flickered toward Taehyung, who blinked in confusion.
Teacher
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨," the teacher continued, pausing for effect
Teacher
"𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨."
The room fell deadly silent. Every student froze, their expressions shifting from excitement to pure shock. Mouths hung open, and fear was evident in their eyes
Kim Taehyung
**Why is everyone acting so weird?**
Taehyung wondered, his gaze shifting around the room before settling on Jisoo. She looked more stunned than anyone, her face unusually pale.
Kim Taehyung
"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙?" Taehyung finally asked, his eyes narrowing in concern
Jisoo, who had been staring into space, flinched at his question. Her heart pounded, but she forced a smile—a fake one.
Kim Jisoo
" 𝙄𝙩'𝙨... 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜,"
Kim Jisoo
She mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡."
Kim Jisoo
**Should I tell him?**
Jisoo’s thoughts raced. But then she looked at Taehyung’s calm, carefree expression
Kim Jisoo
** No... I can’t. He doesn’t know much about Seoul... or the Venomous Family. I can’t let his peaceful life be ruined **
If only she knew how wrong her decision was
with that there whole day went smoothly not unaware of upcoming storm
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