Wherein Taehyung meets The Prince, panics a little (a lot), and definitely does NOT act normal.
Taehyung had exactly two goals when he arrived at the Royal Academy of Arcane Nobility:
Don’t die.
Flirt with the prince. Casually. Smoothly. Like a K-drama lead. Not like a feral fangirl.
He was already failing.
“Okay,” he whispered to himself while staring at his reflection in the Academy’s golden hallway mirror, “You are calm. You are mysterious. You are sexy in a tragic way.”
“Who are you talking to?” asked a random noble passing by.
“My inner demons. Move along.”
The Academy was majestic. Huge crystal towers. Floating spellbooks. A suspicious number of swans. (Why were they everywhere?)
Taehyung was halfway to his first class—Advanced Spell Theory for Wealthy Teens Who'll Never Use It—when the hallway suddenly went quiet.
Very quiet.
And then—
Enter: Prince Jeon Jungkook.
Black uniform. Silver embroidery. Hair styled like he’d just stepped out of a fan edit. Broad shoulders. Dead-serious face. Two guards flanking him like he was walking into a warzone instead of Homeroom.
Dramatic much?
Taehyung’s brain short-circuited. He’s even hotter in person. Help.
“Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Be cool,” Taehyung muttered, spinning dramatically to lean against a pillar in the most unnatural pose imaginable.
The pillar cracked.
BOOM.
Everyone turned. Including Jungkook.
Taehyung stared back.
There was a pause. The kind of pause where birds stop chirping and even the wind is like, “Damn, that was awkward.”
Taehyung tried to recover.
He bowed deeply—too deeply—and then forgot how to stand up straight again. His back cracked. He might’ve whimpered.
“Are you… alright?” Jungkook asked, frowning slightly.
“YES, YOUR PRINCE-NESS—I MEAN, ROYAL—HIGH—CROWN—LORD—YOU—HELLO!”
Silence.
Taehyung mentally buried himself six feet under.
Jungkook just blinked, then—God help him—smile . Just the corner of his mouth. Just enough to make Taehyung forget his own name.
“Hm.” Jungkook walked off.
Later, in the common room:
“You what?” Jimin asked, eyes wide.
“I bowed so hard I got a cramp. I panicked! He’s too hot! I was not emotionally prepared!”
“Did you try talking like a normal person?”
“He made eye contact. I blacked out.”
Suga, sipping tea beside them, sighed. “We’re all doomed.”
Taehyung slumped dramatically on the couch.
“I have one job. One! Love him. Protect him. Stop him from becoming an evil, emotionally damaged monarch with a sexy tragic backstory. And instead, I nearly headbutted a pillar trying to act mysterious.”
Jimin patted his shoulder. “Honestly, that’s on brand for you.”
Meanwhile…
Prince Jungkook stood at his window, arms crossed.
“Who was that?” he asked his guard.
“Kim Taehyung. Youngest son of the Kim family.”
“He’s strange.”
Pause.
“…I didn’t hate it.”
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