Vengeful Echoes ( Taekook) (Vkook) First Day

As the morning sun cast its golden rays over the bustling campus of the prestigious university, Kim Taehyung made his way through the throngs of students, his thoughts weighed down by the heavy burden of loss. It was his first day of college—a fresh start in a new chapter of his life—but the pain of his parents' untimely deaths still lingered like a shadow, casting a pall over his every step.

Lost in his reverie, Taehyung barely noticed the curious glances and whispered murmurs that followed in his wake. Once, he had been proud of his striking beauty, his ethereal features drawing admiration and envy from all who beheld them. But now, it was a mere facade—a mask he wore to conceal the turmoil that raged within.

As he took his seat in the lecture hall, Taehyung couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. He was used to being alone, accustomed to the silence that had become his constant companion in the wake of his parents' deaths. But here, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of his peers, he felt more alone than ever.

Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung barely registered the professor's voice as he droned on about the intricacies of constitutional law. His mind wandered back to that fateful night—the screech of tires, the shattering glass, the sickening crunch of metal—each memory a dagger to his heart.

Park Hyungsik

"Excuse me, are you alright?" a voice broke through Taehyung's reverie, snapping him back to the present. He looked up to find a concerned classmate gazing at him with furrowed brows.

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung offered a faint smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, thank you."

As the lecture continued, Taehyung's classmates grew increasingly curious about the enigmatic newcomer in their midst. Among them was a young man named Hyungsik, whose friendly demeanor and easy smile made him a natural magnet for conversation.

Hyungsik, intrigued by Taehyung's aloof demeanor, decided to strike up a conversation during a break in the lecture.

Park Hyungsik

"Hey there, I'm Hyungsik. I noticed you're new here. What's your name?" Hyungsik's voice was warm and inviting, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung glanced up from his notes, meeting Hyungsik's gaze briefly before averting his eyes. "Taehyung," he replied tersely, his tone guarded.

Park Hyungsik

Hyungsik's smile faltered slightly at Taehyung's clipped response, but he pressed on, determined to make a connection. "Nice to meet you, Taehyung. How are you finding your first day?"

Kim Taehyung (omega)

Taehyung shrugged noncommittally, his focus returning to his notes. "It's fine," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Undeterred by Taehyung's lack of enthusiasm, Hyungsik continued to chat amiably, hoping to break through the barrier of silence that surrounded his new classmate. But no matter how hard he tried, Taehyung remained distant and unresponsive, his walls seemingly impenetrable.

As the day wore on and the final bell rang, Hyungsik couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his failed attempts to connect with Taehyung. But as he watched Taehyung disappear into the crowd, a lone figure lost in the sea of faces

After the long day of classes, Taehyung left the university campus and made his way to the nearest bus stop, the chatter of students fading into the background as he boarded the crowded public transport. His journey home was a silent one, his thoughts consumed by memories of his parents and the gaping void their absence had left in his life.

As the bus rattled and swayed along the winding streets of the city, Taehyung stared blankly out the window, his expression unreadable. He paid no mind to the curious glances of his fellow passengers, lost in his own world of grief and longing.

When he finally arrived at his apartment building, Taehyung trudged up the stairs to his modest apartment, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He entered the small, dimly lit space and made his way to the room that had once belonged to his parents, the air heavy with the weight of memories.

Taehyung sank down onto the edge of the bed, his fingers trailing over the familiar contours of the room. The walls echoed with the laughter of days gone by, the scent of his parents' perfume and aftershave lingering in the air like a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.

With a heavy heart, Taehyung crossed the room and settled into the worn armchair by the window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the floor. And as he gazed out at the city skyline bathed in golden light, tears began to trickle down his cheeks, silent witnesses to the pain and loneliness that gnawed at his soul.

Alone in the quiet solitude of his parents' room, Taehyung allowed himself to surrender to the grief that had been building inside him for so long. And as he sat there, his heart heavy with sorrow, he found a fleeting moment of solace in the memories of the love and warmth that had once filled the space around him.