Chapter 1: The Transfer

The Seoul Academy of Creative Arts thrummed with its usual energy—a constant current of arpeggios, laughter, and whispered critique. But that day, anticipation buzzed more fiercely, like static before a storm.

A transfer into the Vocal Division was practically unheard of mid-term, especially without public audition or announcement. Yet the name Jeon Jungkook slipped through the halls like wind through reeds—soft, persistent, impossible to ignore.

"Another prodigy with a tragic backstory, probably," Taehyung muttered, balancing a pen between his slender fingers. His legs sprawled lazily across the practice bench, posture exuding careless confidence.

Jimin flopped beside him, his cheeks flushed from back-to-back dance rehearsals. "They say he sang once and made Professor Bang tear up."

Taehyung raised a skeptical brow. "Please. That man didn’t even cry at his retirement ceremony."

Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "He’s in Studio C. You’ll hear him before you meet him."

Taehyung didn't care—until he walked past Studio C that evening.

What he heard wasn’t just singing. It was a lament—melancholic, piercing, and laced with a kind of vulnerability Taehyung had spent years learning to hide.

He didn’t linger. But the sound clung to him like fog.

Later that night, lying on the stiff dorm mattress, Taehyung stared at the ceiling, fingers twitching. The voice echoed, reverberating like a ghost he couldn’t shake. The vibrato. The breath control. The unmistakable ache buried between lines.

He’d heard technical brilliance before—hell, he was technical brilliance—but Jungkook had something else. Something unteachable. Something that slipped past defenses and buried itself deep.

The next morning, the student bulletin had Jungkook’s name added to three shared classes.

Taehyung felt his stomach twist.

_____ to be continued _____

Author’s Note — End of Chapter 1

And so it begins…

A slow-burning storm, two souls on the edge, and far too many secrets hiding in the silence between them.

If you felt even a flicker of tension between Taehyung and Jungkook—trust me, that’s only the beginning. This isn’t just a story. It’s a symphony of longing, scars, and the rhythm of hearts that aren’t ready to fall... but can’t help it.

To my fellow Taekook stans and softhearted ARMYs:

If your heart raced even once,

If a line made you pause,

If you’re already protecting Jungkook with your whole soul—

Then you're not just a reader. You’re part of the heartbeat of this story.

What’s coming next?

Glances that linger too long.

Secrets that taste like regret.

And a moment that might break the rhythm completely.

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We’re building this together—slowly, beautifully, painfully.

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