"Shadows of You "
calm before Strom
> “Daeheon Academy wasn’t a school. It was a kingdom. And kingdoms always had a curse.”
Daeheon Academy was not built with bricks and dreams — it was carved from lineage, legacy, and secrets.
Nestled on a mist-veiled cliff above the Han River, the school wore Gothic spires and ivy-laced archways like an heirloom crown. Students whispered that time moved differently within its walls, where chandeliers never flickered, and mirrors sometimes reflected things not quite real.
It wasn’t a school.
It was a stage.
And every student was born into a role they had to either perfect or be destroyed by.
The iron gates groaned open.
Beyond them, stood a palace pretending to be an institution — towers bathed in gold light, ivy choking the stone walls, and gargoyles leering down from stained glass windows. Daeheon Academy was both magnificent and monstrous. A place where dreams lived... and secrets died.
Inside its gothic halls, whispers traveled faster than textbooks. Students wore tailored uniforms like armor — white shirts, charcoal coats, black silk ties — but no uniform could hide the games they played
Morning Class, Literature Hall
Professor Kim Seokjin moved across the marble-floor classroom with elegance sharper than his words.
His voice flowed like silk through the lecture hall.
Kim seokjin
“Shakespeare did not write about love,”
he declared, pen tapping the edge of the desk
Kim seokjin
“he wrote about obsession. Madness. The kind of passion that ruins men.”
Silence.
Only the rain tapping against the stained-glass windows dared to respond.
Rows of students sat rigid, spellbound — not just by the lesson, but by the man himself. Jin wasn't just beautiful; he was terrifyingly precise. He graded emotions like grammar and dissected literature like open-heart surgery.
Kim seokjin
“Can anyone tell me why Ophelia drowned?”
he asked suddenly, eyes scanning the room.
Kim seokjin
“Because she loved a man who didn’t love her back,”
Jin continued, smiling coldly
Kim seokjin
“And because, like most women in literature, she was written to suffer.”
The bell rang.
A slow, metallic chime that echoed through the halls like a warning.
Jin closed his leather-bound book with a soft thud.
Kim seokjin
“Class dismissed. Go pretend to be normal for another hour.”
The halls were quieter here. The portraits on the walls seemed to tilt ever-so-slightly as Jin made his way up the spiraled staircase toward Professor Kim Namjoon’s office.
Inside, the office was filled with books stacked like fortresses, dried roses hanging upside down, and a globe cracked at the equator. Kim Namjoon, Daeheon’s youngest professor and head of internal affairs, sat at the window, watching the rain streak across the glass.
Jin entered, folding his arms.
Kim seokjin
“It’s raining again. It always rains before something tragic happens in this school.”
Kim namjoon
“Or maybe the sky just cries with us, hyung.”(said without turning back )
Kim seokjin
“Don’t start waxing poetic. I’m not here to talk about the weather. I’m here about the new student.”
Namjoon finally looked at him, his glasses catching the soft candlelight
Kim namjoon
“Kim Taehyung.”
Kim seokjin
“Yes. The board approved his late admission… and gave him my class. No background records. No guardian notes. No academic history.”
Kim seokjin
Namjoon stood and walked to a shelf, pulling out a sealed file. He handed it to Jin — untouched, unread.
Kim namjoon
“Because there is none.”
Jin opened the file. The file is Empty.
Kim seokjin
“Are we admitting ghosts now?”(coldly)
Kim namjoon
“Not a ghost. A storm.”( smiling faintly)
Kim seokjin
“You know him?”
Namjoon turned back to the window, watching lightning flicker in the distant hills.
Kim namjoon
“Not anymore.”(quietly)
Outside, somewhere beyond the iron gates of Daeheon, a sleek black car pulled up.
A boy stepped out.Coat whipping in the wind.Eyes hidden beneath curtain-dark hair.Smile like a whisper of danger
Kim Taehyung had arrived.
And the academy… would never be the same.
Velvet Shadows and a Ray of Sun
> “Not all monsters arrive howling. Some enter quietly — dressed in pressed collars and elegance, smiling like they’ve never tasted blood.”
The Headmaster’s Office – Daeheon Academy
The room smelled of aged mahogany and the dust of forgotten rules. Bookshelves towered like soldiers around the room. A grandfather clock ticked with unnerving precision.
Professor Namjoon stood beside the tall window, one hand behind his back, watching a crow hop along the rain-slick balcony rail
Jin leaned casually against the professor’s desk, flipping through a red-inked student manuscript, his brow arched.
Dressed in a charcoal trench coat with an obsidian collar and silver buttons shaped like wolves, Taehyung stood as if the room belonged to him. His midnight-black hair fell just above his eyes, damp from the rain. His skin was alabaster pale, his lips carved like poetry, and his gaze…
His gaze was not something you looked into.
It was something that looked into you.
There was no fear, no curiosity — just quiet confidence, like a lion who already knew where the prey would run.
Kim namjoon
“Kim Taehyung.”❄️
kim Taehyung
"why so cold professor "
His voice was low, honey-smooth, and precise — like every word he spoke was calculated.
his beautiful blue eyes were looking straight at Namjoon’s brown one's filled with mystery, hate ,and many more emotions which does not goes unnoticed by jin
Kim seokjin
“You speak like a man on trial.”( half -laughing)
kim Taehyung
“Aren’t I?”( slightly turning)
Kim seokjin
"Do you thinks so "(quite interesting you are 💭)
Kim seokjin
so many emotions in your eyes 💭
Kim seokjin
now I really want to know about who you are 💭
Namjoon walked toward him, stopping a few feet away. The air between them felt thick with memories.
Kim namjoon
“You’ve changed.”
kim Taehyung
"everyone changes professor "
kim Taehyung
"no matter how much you don't want to change "
kim Taehyung
“but still, unlike others "
kim Taehyung
" I am, who I am "
kim Taehyung
"unlike you I am not faking who I am "
before namjoon can reply jin interject him and said
Kim seokjin
“Alright, let’s skip the riddles. You’ve been placed in Section A. Literature and Ethics under me. Keep your drama on the page.”
kim Taehyung
“I’ll try, Professor.”( smirking faintly)
kim Taehyung
“mr kim why are you watching me like I’m a threat. Should I be flattered… or worried?” (whisper -softly)
Kim seokjin
“Neither. I am just simply… curious.”(smiling faintly)
kim Taehyung
“Curiosity kills. Even in places like this.”
Kim namjoon
“Your dorm is the North Wing. Room 213. You’ll report to Literature, Psychology, and Tactical Philosophy starting tomorrow
kim Taehyung
“Noted.”(rising)
as Taehyung reach the door He paused at the door, when he heard namjoon voice
Kim namjoon
“And stay away from Jungkook.”
Taehyung left from there without any response
Kim seokjin
"He does not seems like how you have told me"
namjoon looked straight at his husband's eyes and replied
Kim namjoon
"He is exactly like how I have describe "
Kim namjoon
"it's just you have not seen his craziness "
Kim seokjin
"I am getting a feeling Jungkook is connect to it all that had happened"
Kim namjoon
"he may be or not"
Kim namjoon
"keep an eye on Taehyung "
jin does not respond and exit the room with many thoughts in his mind
Later that morning, after a cold orientation and layers of paperwork signed in Namjoon’s cursive script, Taehyung stepped into the grand corridor that led to the North Tower — the heart of Daeheon.
Sunlight speared through the cathedral windows, scattering across the stone floor like golden secrets. It caught the edge of Taehyung’s jaw, making his skin gleam like porcelain touched by fire.
That’s when someone collided with
unknown
“Whoa—! You walk like you own the place, man.”
unknown
wooh are you even real 😲
unknown
bro you look like a vampire
unknown
you won't stuck my blood na just because I collided with you
In front of him stood a boy in warm tones — tan sweater, orange scarf, curly brown hair. His eyes were a burst of golden sunlight, and his smile was wide enough to melt ice on contact.
Warm cinnamon skin, bright honey eyes, and that kind of smile that could end wars or start them. His walk was a bounce; his presence, pure sunshine.
He didn’t just exist — he glowed.
unknown
relax I am kidding 😁
unknown
“You must be the transfer everyone’s whispering about. What’s your name, Dracula?”😀
Taehyung tilted his head, amused.
kim Taehyung
“Kim Taehyung. But you can call me anything, as long as you smile like that.”
Hoseok’s smile widened, eyes crinkling
unknown
“Ohhh, smooth. Dangerous too, huh?”
kim Taehyung
“Only when necessary.”(murmuring)
Jung Hoseok
“Well, welcome to the haunted palace, Prince Dark.
Jung Hoseok
"I'm your hope you are my hope I am jhope "😁😁
Jung Hoseok
"your unofficial guide,dance major, and bringer of vibes "
Taehyung looked at him — truly looked.
This one was different. There was a light in him, but it wasn’t soft. It was fierce, determined. Maybe even a little cracked.
kim Taehyung
“Are you always like this?”
Jung Hoseok
“Like what?”( tilting his head a little)
kim Taehyung
“Bright. Like the world didn’t break you yet.”( walking behind jhope)
Jung Hoseok
“Who said it didn’t?”(pausing)
Taehyung stopped.
For the first time, his smile faltered.
kim Taehyung
“Maybe you’re more dangerous than me.”(softly)
Jung Hoseok
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”(smirking)
They walked down the hall together — shadows and sunlight. Opposites. Equal. Both hiding more than they showed.
Above them, unseen from the highest balcony, Jimin watched.
His eyes locked on Taehyung.
The Spark That Shouldn’t Burn
> "Sometimes, the people we collide with are the ones destiny intended us to burn for."
Daeheon Academy didn't breathe—it watched.
Every corridor was lined with secrets older than bones. Every corner whispered. Students here didn’t just walk; they calculated. You had to. In a place where legacies were sharper than knives, walking with your head high could get it cut
Jeon Jungkook knew this all too well.
unknown to jungkook himself there is something that is about to happen which is going to change his life forever
The clang of swords echoed off the marble walls, ringing like music from a distant, darker symphony. Morning sun filtered through the arched windows of Daeheon Academy’s East Wing, illuminating dust particles that danced in the air like forgotten spells.
Jeon Jungkook stood in the center of the fencing hall, chest heaving, his foil lowered, sweat glistening across his forehead. Every movement he made was calculated—a result of years spent perfecting posture, precision, poise. He moved like a panther: silent, powerful, poised for the kill.
IntInstructor
“Excellent, Jungkook. Take a moment.”
He removed his mask, his black hair sticking to his temples. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that watched everything. And yet, beneath all that stoicism, a storm swirled—one that even he didn’t understand.
As he stepped aside to hydrate, the double doors creaked open.
Every cell in Jungkook’s body paused.
Paused. Not out of fear. Not curiosity. Something else.
A boy walked in. No—a presence
Tall. Sharp features. Dark curls that framed his pale skin like silk shadows. The kind of face that could belong to either a dream or a nightmare. But it wasn’t just the beauty that stunned Jungkook—it was the silence that followed him, like the room had bent itself around him, holding its breath
Jeon Jungkook
"What the hell..." (he thought.) 💓
Jeon Jungkook
"Why won’t my heart calm down?"💓
he could clearly hear this heart pounding jungkook found himself lost in those blue eyes
Taehyung gave a half-smile—not the friendly kind. The kind that knew secrets. Secrets that could destroy or save.
IntInstructor
“Ah, Kim Taehyung. You’ll be observing today. Jungkook, would you mind sparring later?”
hearing intlnstructor voice jungkook come out of his thoughts about a center blue eyed boy
Jeon Jungkook
“...Sure.” ( blinking)
Taehyung didn’t sit. He simply stood near the glass, watching the students as if he were seeing through them. Jungkook tried to ignore the weight of his stare, but he couldn’t. It burned.
But something was off. His moves were slower. Sloppier. He got hit. Twice.
And when the round ended, he glanced back.
Taehyung had his arms folded, one brow arched.
kim Taehyung
“Didn’t expect the top student to get stabbed.”(softly)
Jungkook inhaled sharply.
Jeon Jungkook
“Didn’t expect a guest to have so many opinions.”
kim Taehyung
“Then you haven’t met enough of me.”(walking closer)
A spark that shouldn’t have burned—but it did.
The first thing he noticed was movement—graceful, refined, yet sharp enough to cut glass.
Even before their eyes met, Taehyung had sensed him.
Powerful. Controlled. Respected
Too respected. People admired him for reasons they couldn’t explain, but Taehyung could.
It was the way Jungkook held himself—as if he was born to lead armies or destroy kingdoms.
Taehyung had seen beauty. He’d been beauty. But Jungkook was carved from a different tragedy. There was sadness in his silence, rage in his restraint.
When their eyes met, Taehyung felt it: the pull. Ancient. Dangerous.
Like the universe was remembering something it had no right to
Jungkook tried to hide the way his breath hitched. He failed.
kim Taehyung
"So he feels it too..." (mused)
Jungkook moved like a warrior, but something cracked. The moment their eyes met, he became human. Flawed. That pleased Taehyung more than it should
When Jungkook glanced back, Taehyung didn’t resist the smirk.
kim Taehyung
“Didn’t expect the top student to get stabbed.”
The comeback was instant. Defensive. Cute.
Jeon Jungkook
“Didn’t expect a guest to have so many opinions.”
kim Taehyung
“Then you haven’t met enough of me.”
He stepped closer, letting their energy clash.
The tension hung between them like a string pulled taut.
kim Taehyung
“Jeon Jungkook. You fence like you’re afraid of breaking something.”(softly)
Jeon Jungkook
“And you talk like you’re trying to.”(jaw tight)
Jeon Jungkook
" I have more experience than you "
Jeon Jungkook
"I am capitan of fencing team "
A small smile sliped from Taehyung lips making his already havenly face more handsome
Jeon Jungkook
BTW I have a very important question
Jeon Jungkook
why do you look like a Dracula 🤔
Jeon Jungkook
are you a vampire or what
kim Taehyung
is that your important question (^-^)
kim Taehyung
no i am not a Dracula
they both were talking but suddenly they hear footsteps
Kim seokjin
“Taehyung. Come with me. Jungkook, class dismissed.”
kim Taehyung
then I should be going
Jeon Jungkook
did he just called me a bunny
Jeon Jungkook
you stupid Dracula
Jeon Jungkook
I am not a bunny
Kim seokjin
you really did annoyed him
kim Taehyung
we just have casual talk
kim Taehyung
what happen professor
hlo everyone pls support my work
Kim namjoon
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