𝟳 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗢𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲

CHAPTER 2

Jungkook's heart pounded with nervous anticipation as he stood outside his assigned dormitory room. The heavy wooden door loomed before him, its surface weathered with age and neglect. With a shaky hand, he reached out and grasped the doorknob, twisting it open to reveal his new living quarters.

The room was small and dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling from the walls. A single window overlooked the courtyard below, its panes streaked with grime. Jungkook's gaze swept over the sparse furnishings—a narrow bed, a rickety desk, a threadbare rug—all relics of a bygone era.

Taking a tentative step inside, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of unease that washed over him. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and neglect, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness at the sight of the empty room.

With a sigh, he began to unpack his belongings, careful to arrange them just so. His clothes were neatly folded and placed in the small dresser, his toiletries arranged on the cracked bathroom counter. It was a small comfort, but it made the room feel a little less foreign, a little more like home.

As he unpacked, Jungkook's thoughts drifted back to his life before Hellvile High School. He had always been different, always felt like he didn't quite fit in. With his doe-eyed innocence and soft-spoken demeanor, he had been an easy target for bullies and taunts.

But despite the hardships he faced, Jungkook refused to let it dim his spirit. He embraced his femininity, his love for fashion and art, even as others mocked him for it. It was who he was, and he refused to apologize for it.

Lost in thought, Jungkook didn't notice the figure standing in the doorway until they spoke.

"Hey there, you must be my new roommate."

Startled, Jungkook turned to see a tall, lanky figure standing in the doorway. His hair was a wild tumble of curls, his eyes twinkling with mischief. There was something about him that instantly put Jungkook at ease, a sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, I guess I am," Jungkook replied, offering a tentative smile. "I'm Jungkook."

The newcomer grinned, stepping further into the room and extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I'm Taehyung."

As their hands met, Jungkook felt a strange jolt of energy pass between them, as if they were connected by some invisible thread. It was a feeling he couldn't quite explain, but one that left him feeling strangely comforted.

As they chatted and got to know each other, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe, just maybe, Hellvile High School wouldn't be so bad after all. And with Taehyung by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Little did he know, their bond would be tested in ways he never could have imagined. But for now, in the quiet stillness of their dormitory room, Jungkook allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he had found a friend worth fighting for.