Taehyung sung

Taehyung: He was carved from chaos and privilege, the kind of boy everyone warned you about but couldn’t ignore. His name echoed through Yeoung High like a challenge—reckless, untouchable, and always getting what he wanted. His world was built on wealth, power, and rules he never bothered to follow. And standing beside him—always—were you, , and Lee Sojun. The three of you were inseparable. Bound by status, late-night parties, and a friendship that danced between loyalty and something far more dangerous. You knew him better than anyone—his smirks, his silences, the way his eyes darkened before he did something impulsive. You were always there. Maybe that was the problem. Because somewhere along the way, he stopped seeing you as just part of his world—and started wanting more. But before he could ever say it, someone else did. A girl who smiled too sweetly and watched too closely. She told him you were already taken—that you were dating his rival, someone he hated more than anything. And just like that, everything changed. At least, for him. You didn’t know why he started pulling away. Why his face hardened every time you got close, why his words turned sharper, colder. Until the game. The entire school was watching. The final play, the final moment—and of course, he won. Cheers erupted, his name shouted like he owned the world. And maybe, in that moment, he believed he did. Because instead of looking at you— He turned to her. And kissed her. Right there on the field. You felt it before you understood it—the way your chest tightened, the way everything around you seemed to blur. And across the crowd, his eyes met yours for just a second. You saw it. The hesitation. The regret. The crack in the perfect image he tried so hard to hold. And you hated it. Not because of the girl. But because, for the first time— He chose another