The Days That Made Us
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🎬 Teaser Scene – The Day That Made Us
🎧 [Soft cassette static. A gentle old-school melody begins.]
🌸 Spring wind blows across a quiet schoolyard. Sakura's petals fall slowly.
taehyung
[soft and warm]
"I didn’t know that day would matter."
"I didn’t know a look… could change a lifetime."
Taehyung steps into the school hallway for the first time. His gaze meets Jungkook’s across the crowd. It’s brief—but something shifts.
💌 A handwritten note slides under a desk.
📞 A landline phone lights up at 11:47 PM. Someone answers, breathless.
🧃 Two boys sit on a rooftop, sipping banana milk, saying nothing—but everything.
Jeon Jungkook
[Low and hesitant]
"I was always told not to feel too much. Not to fall... especially for someone like him."
"But that day… I didn’t care."
Jungkook’s hand hovers just over Taehyung’s, hesitant, trembling. The first real touch. A blink of warmth
🕯️ Candlelight in a blackout. Soft laughter. Eyes lingering too long.
💔 A door slams. A voice cracks. “We’re not supposed to—” “I know.”
taekook
[Both speaking softly together]
"We didn’t mean to fall in love."
"But we did."
"And that day… made us."
🎶 The screen fades to the title:
THE DAY THAT MADE US
A Taekook Love Story – When love was quiet, and everything mattered.
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My new story ☺️
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will i already mentioned that this story is Taekook Omegaverse reinterpretation of "Un Dino Ki Baat Hai", keeping its core emotion while making it uniquely mine.
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The New Boy
Spring arrived gently that year, as if it were afraid to disturb the quiet rhythm of the town.
The trees on the narrow street stood still, except for the shy blossoms dancing off their branches, painting the sky in soft pinks and whites. The wind was cool. The sun, kind. And among it all, a boy walked slowly, a schoolbag slung over his shoulder and a cassette player tucked beneath his arm like it held something sacred.
His name was Kim Taehyung.
He was new. And as he stepped through the gates of Gyeonghwa High School, he carried with him the scent of inked paper, home-cooked kimbap, and something far more delicate—hope.
The classroom was already alive with whispers by the time he arrived.
Student 1 - “He’s the transfer student.”
Student 2 - “From Seoul, I heard.”
Student 3 - “Is he an Omega?”
Taehyung heard it all, but didn’t flinch. He bowed softly when the homeroom teacher introduced him. His eyes searched the room, not in fear, but in curiosity—until they stopped.
A boy at the back.
Black hair. White shirt sleeves rolled once. Not looking at him.
In fact, not looking at anyone.
A name Taehyung would come to know far too well.
“Sit beside Jungkook,” the teacher said.
The class turned to look, as if Jungkook were some kind of warning. But Taehyun only nodded and made his way toward the back.
As he passed Jungkook’s desk, their shoulders didn’t touch, but something did.
Like a note played just slightly out of tune, and yet… beautiful.
Jungkook didn’t look up.
But his pencil stopped moving.
Lunch was lonelier than Taehyung had imagined. He sat on the stone steps behind the gym, unwrapping the foil on his mother’s neatly packed kimbap. The cassette in his player spun quietly, a soft ballad humming into his ears.
？？？
“Are you always this cinematic?” a cheerful voice
He looked up to see a boy with round cheeks and a bright smile sitting down beside him.
Jimin said, offering a hand before pulling it back and stuffing rice into his mouth instead.
Park jimin
“Omega. Professional overthinker. Occasional crybaby. And now, your friend.”
taehyung
laughed.
“That was fast.”
Park jimin
grinned.
“We don’t waste time on nice people here.”
When the final bell rang, the sky was stained gold. The halls slowly emptied as students ran off toward buses, tuitions, and distractions. But Taehyung didn’t leave.
Instead, he wandered up a forgotten stairwell, one he hadn’t been told not to use.
He opened the rusty door at the top, and there it was—the rooftop.
Still. Silent. Breezy.
He pressed play on his cassette, let the soft guitar drift into one earphone, and closed his eyes.
？？？
“Students aren’t allowed up here,” came a voice.
Taehyung opened his eyes.
He stood by the door, backlit by the fading sun, his expression unreadable.
taehyung
“And yet here you are,” replied calmly.
Jungkook blinked, then slowly walked over, hands in pockets.
Jeon Jungkook
“It’s quieter than the library.”
taehyung
held up the other earphone.
“Want to listen?”
Jungkook hesitated, eyes flicking from the cord to Taehyung’s fingers.
Then, without a word, he sat down beside him and took it.
But Taehyung swore he heard something louder than words in that silence.
Like the very first page of a story being turned.
That night, Jungkook lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
He could still feel the warmth of that shared earbud in his palm.
Still remember the softness in Taehyun’s voice.
He didn’t know why it mattered.
But it did.
And somewhere, across town, Taehyun rewound the cassette and smiled.
The Sound of Your Name
The school corridors always carried noise. Books slamming shut, shoes squeaking, the sharp chatter of cliques huddled in corners. But for Taehyung, everything still felt muted—like the volume of the world had been turned down ever since he arrived.
Except for one thing.
One voice. One presence. One sound that refused to blend in.
He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t even the kind that stood out intentionally. But Jungkook had a gravity to him—like a word never spoken that demanded to be heard.
It started like any other. Routine.
Taehyun had begun to settle into his new rhythm. He greeted Jimin, shared part of his lunch, scribbled notes with his neat handwriting. He kept his cassette tucked in his bag, his notebooks spotless, his scent neutral and calm—a soft lilac tone of an unclaimed Omega, trained to avoid attention in an Alpha-centric world.
But Jungkook… he was different from what Taehyung expected an Alpha to be.
He didn’t tease the Omegas in class. He didn’t lead loud debates like Namjoon or crack jokes like Taehyung. Likewise, he rarely raised his voice at all. He was just... present. Sharp-eyed. Still.
And yet—Taehyung could feel him.
Every time he walked in. Every time he adjusted his sleeves. Every time their eyes met for just a second longer than it should have taken to glance away.
It had become their unspoken place.
A silent agreement forged without a word: if the rooftop was free, they would share it. Not as friends, not as anything defined—just two boys on opposite ends of something invisible.
Taehyung arrived first that day. The sky was a soft orange, the breeze playful. He sat cross-legged, earphones plugged in, letting IU’s voice pour into his ears.
~~“You are the meaning behind everything...”~~
Jeon Jungkook
“Who is she?”
The question startled him. It came from the doorway—familiar voice, steady but unsure.
Taehyung looked up. Jungkook stood there, hands in his pockets, black hair lightly tousled by the wind.
taehyung
“IU,” said with a smile.
taehyung
“Her voice reminds me of spring.”
Jungkook walked over, slower today. Less guarded. He sat beside Taehyung, closer than usual.
Jeon Jungkook
“It’s... nice,” he admitted.
Taehyung turned his head slightly, watching the Alpha’s profile catch the golden light.
taehyung
“You asked a question,” said after a pause.
Jeon Jungkook
Glanced at him. “Yeah?”
taehyung
“You never do that.”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook looked back at the horizon.
“I don’t usually care about things that aren’t quiet.”
taehyung
his lips curled, softly.
“Then maybe I should talk less.”
Jeon Jungkook
smirked faintly.
“Maybe you should keep playing music instead.”
Tuesday – Hallway Between Classes
Taehyung, distracted with a stack of books, bumped into a senior. His books hit the floor with a slap that echoed down the corridor. The group of boys smirked, but didn’t help. A few Omegas nearby looked away, unsure whether to intervene.
Taehyung knelt down slowly, trying not to show the sting on his palms.
A shadow.
A pair of clean white sneakers.
A hand-picking up his sketchbook.
Wordless. Calm. Almost casual.
Jeon Jungkook
“You should hold your bag tighter,” he said without looking up.
Taehyungg looked at the boy who never said much. Who always seemed far away.
But here he was. Picking up torn paper edges and gathering books without hesitation.
taehyung
“I will,” Taehyung whispered,
taehyung
That was the first time he’d said his name out loud.
Jungkook paused just slightly at the sound. Something in him shifted, though his face stayed unreadable.
And yet... Taehyung saw it.
The flicker of something in those deep, unreadable eyes.
Like hearing his own name meant something.
Like it wasn't just sound anymore—it was recognition.
Wednesday – Classroom Desk
A small, folded note was slipped beneath Taehyung’s notebook during break.
The handwriting was blocky, straight-lined. Hesitant.
Jeon Jungkook
What’s the name of the song you played on Monday?
— JJK
Taehyung’s heart did something strange.
Not dramatic. Not loud.
But slow. Warm. Real.
taehyung
너의 의미 (The Meaning of You) – by IU.
(Because that’s what you’re slowly becoming.)
— T
He slipped the reply into Jungkook’s bag between periods, fingers lingering a second longer than needed.
That night, Jungkook sat by his window, cassette spinning in his old Walkman.
He pressed play.
IU’s voice whispered through the static.
~~“You’re the meaning behind everything...”~~
Jeon Jungkook
He closed his eyes and said it softly.
“Taehyung.”
Just his name. Once.
Then again.
The syllables felt strange on his tongue—but not wrong.
Like saying something he hadn’t allowed himself to want.
Like the beginning of a melody he didn’t know he’d already memorized.
The rooftop was wet. The air smelled of new earth and coming change.
But still, they both showed up.
Jungkook arrived first. Taehyung followed with an umbrella in hand, water dripping from the ends of his hair.
He didn’t say anything. He simply sat beside him, the umbrella held between them, their knees almost brushing.
But under the pattering rain, between old songs and new silences,
something grew.
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