Taehyung pushed open the door to the principal's office, the soft creak of the hinge echoing through the room. He collected his schedule, his eyes scanning the familiar layout of classes and periods. With a nod, he turned to leave, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

Meanwhile, Jen stepped out of her sleek, black car and onto the sun-drenched parking lot. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing green eyes sparkled in the morning light. She smiled, her full lips curving upward, as she made her way toward the classroom.

As she entered, conversations paused, and heads turned. Everyone marveled at her beauty, their eyes drinking in the sight of her stunning features and elegant attire. Yerin, her friend, grinned, captivated by the handsome guys in class. Jen giggled and sat beside her, snapping Yerin back to reality.

"Back to Earth, Miss Yerin," she teased, her voice husky and confident.

Yerin blushed, her cheeks flushing pink, as the teacher arrived, and the class settled. The teacher announced the arrival of a new scholarship student, sparking murmurs about the newcomer's potential wealth and attractiveness.

Taehyung entered the classroom, his worn-out attire a stark contrast to the designer labels that adorned his classmates. Many students were repelled by his appearance, overlooking his handsome features. All they cared about was wealth. He introduced himself confidently, his voice ringing through the room.

The teacher instructed, "Sit beside Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook raised his hand, and Taehyung joined him, his eyes scanning the room. Jen couldn't take her eyes off Taehyung, her gaze drawn to his striking features. Yerin whispered, "Is someone experiencing love at first sight?"

Jen swiftly replied, "No," her voice firm, but her eyes betrayed her, lingering on Taehyung's face.

The teacher began the lesson, and the class settled into the familiar rhythm of instruction and note-taking. When lunchtime arrived, Jungkook approached Taehyung.

"Hey, man, you're the one I met this morning, right?" Jungkook asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Taehyung nodded, his expression guarded.

"I wanted to thank you, but you left," Taehyung explained, his voice friendly.

Jungkook explained, "This guy took my bag!" pointing to Jimin. Jimin protested, and the two started arguing.

A stunningly handsome guy intervened, "Aish, stop it already, you two!" He introduced himself as Jin. Taehyung was unfazed by their antics.

Jin, along with Hobi, Suga, and Namjoon, introduced themselves. Taehyung found them incredibly handsome and kind.

Jin asked, "Want to join our team? You're handsome, after me, of course, and new here."

Taehyung agreed happily. The six  members cheered in unison, thrilled about their new addition. Together, they headed to the cafeteria to grab lunch, eager to get to know each other better.

The cafeteria buzzed with excitement as the seven boys entered, their charismatic presence commanding attention. The fluorescent lights above reflected off the polished floors, amplifying the energetic atmosphere. Girls giggled and whispered, their eyes locked on the group's chiseled features and stylish attire.

However, when Taehyung joined, the room's dynamics shifted. The air thickened with disdain, and mocking glances targeted him. His rugged jeans and faded shirt seemed out of place among his friends' designer labels. Jungkook, sensing the tension, nudged Taehyung toward a corner table.

"Hang out here, we'll grab lunch."

The others nodded, leaving Taehyung isolated amidst the sea of judgmental faces. The cafeteria's sounds – clinking utensils, murmurs, and laughter – seemed amplified, mocking Taehyung's solitude. He felt exposed, like an outsider looking in.

Then, Jen and Yerin entered, captivating the room's attention. The boys' eyes widened, and conversations paused. Jen's radiant smile and porcelain skin mesmerized Taehyung, momentarily distracting him from his anguish.

As he gazed at Jen, someone dropped expensive, mud-stained shoes onto his lap. "Clean these, loser," a sneering voice echoed through the cafeteria.

Taehyung's face burned with humiliation. The room's atmosphere turned toxic, with snickers and mocking comments spreading like wildfire. Jen's gaze met Taehyung's, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

Just as Taehyung's anger reached its boiling point, Jungkook and the others returned with lunch, their faces darkening as they took in the scene.

Suga's face reddened with anger. "How dare Seojun humiliate our friend?" he growled, clenching his fists.

Namjoon placed a calming hand on Suga's shoulder. "Wait, let's see how Taehyung handles this."

Jin's eyes narrowed. "He's seething. Give him space."

The six boys formed a united front, ready to defend Taehyung if necessary. The tension was palpable.

Taehyung's anger surged, his eyes blazing with fury. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and delivered a swift kick to Seojun's stomach.

Seojun doubled over, gasping for air. "I-I'm s-sorry, Taehyung," he stuttered, his face pale.

Taehyung's gaze remained unyielding until Seojun fled, disappearing into the crowd.

As Taehyung sat back down, his anger slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. The cafeteria, once filled with mocking laughter, was now eerily silent.

Jen watched, impressed by Taehyung's unexpected display of bravery. "He's so cool and manly," Yerin whispered, nudging Jen.

Jen nodded, her eyes still locked on Taehyung. "I know, right?" she whispered back.

The six boys approached, grinning. "Damn, you're cool, man," Jin said, high-fiving Taehyung.

Hobi chuckled. "We didn't expect that from you."

Jungkook reassured, "He won't dare bother you again."

Suga snickered. "I saw him fleeing with a bloody nose."

Namjoon patted Taehyung's back. "You handled that well."

Taehyung's anger faded, replaced by warmth from his friends' support. "Don't overpraise me, guys," he said, smiling.

After lunch, Jin noticed Taehyung's mud-stained jeans. "Hey, I have an extra pair. Go change in the gym's changing room."

The seven boys headed to the changing room, their laughter and chatter filling the hallway as they joked about the upcoming game. The sound of their voices echoed off the walls, creating a lively atmosphere.

Jin, with a playful grin, handed Taehyung the jeans, his eyes sparkling with mischief, while the others settled onto the benches, engrossed in their phones, thumbs flying over screens.

Taehyung stood frozen in the middle of the room, his heart racing and hesitation creeping in. He glanced at the jeans in his hands, feeling the weight of his friends' gazes.

Jimin, always the observant one, broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension. "Hey, Taehyung, what's wrong? Don't like the jeans or don’t they fit?"

The group looked up from their screens, their curiosity piqued, eyes darting between Taehyung and the jeans.

Taehyung's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a warm heat spreading across his face. "Can you guys...go out while I change?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, almost lost among the playful banter.

Jungkook chuckled, his laughter ringing out like music. "Come on, man. We all have the same body parts. No need to be shy." His teasing tone lightened the mood, but Taehyung felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

Jimin added, grinning widely, "We change together all the time, even naked. Don't be embarrassed."

The others giggled, their laughter filling the small space, but Taehyung's embarrassment deepened, making him feel even more exposed.

Jin, sensing the discomfort, intervened with a reassuring smile. "Let's give him space. He won't change with us here." His words carried a tone of understanding, and the group nodded in agreement, filing out of the changing room, their chatter fading as the door clicked shut.

Left alone, Taehyung took a deep breath, feeling the tension begin to melt away. As he changed into the fresh jeans, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

He was grateful for his new friends' support, knowing they respected his boundaries.

As he prepared to exit, his eyes caught a glimpse of something on the bench—a phone left behind. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up, assuming it belonged to one of his friends.

Just as he was about to leave the changing room, a message notification lit up the screen.

The sender's name, Jen, made him pause. "Kookie, can't join you for French class today. You go, I'm busy." The message echoed in his mind, and he felt a sudden pang of curiosity mixed with unease.

How did Jen and Jungkook know each other? Were they in a relationship? A wave of sadness struck Taehyung's heart, though he couldn't explain why. He felt a strange twist in his stomach, a feeling he couldn't shake as he stared at the screen, lost in thought.

Somewhere else, it’s so dark over there. The darkness looked so scary, almost suffocating. In the middle of this eerie setting, a man sat at a lavish table, indulging in a meal that was both exotic and unsettling—lion meat.

The flickering candlelight danced across his face, casting shadows that highlighted his blood-red eyes as he chewed slowly, savoring the taste.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and one of his servants rushed in, panic evident in his voice. “Sir, one of the lions we were feeding has escaped! People outside are freaking out!”

The man paused, his expression shifting from contentment to irritation. He fixed his gaze on the servant, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Can’t you handle a mere lion? Why am I feeding you all? Useless.”

The servant’s hands trembled, and he could barely hold himself together under the weight of his master’s glare.

With a sharp exhale, the man stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he walked outside. The night air was thick with tension, and the sounds of chaos filled the streets.

He spotted the lion, its powerful form prowling, roaring defiantly. With a commanding presence, he focused his energy, and the lion, as if sensing his authority, fell unconscious at his feet.

Turning back to the servant, who was nearly shaking in fear, he said coldly, “Next time, don’t interrupt me. Otherwise, I’ll make you rot here and serve you as that lion’s meal.” The other servants exchanged terrified glances, knowing the man’s temperament all too well.
 
The man loomed over the unconscious lion. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and the onlookers felt an icy grip of fear clutch at their hearts.

His presence was suffocating, a reminder that cruelty was his only companion. He approached the fallen beast with a predatory grace.

"Look at this creature," he said, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to listen. "So powerful, yet so easily brought down."

He knelt beside the lion, his fingers tracing the contours of its fur, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "It’s fascinating how strength can be so fragile."

The crowd, a mix of terrified spectators, clung to each other, their eyes wide with horror.

The dim light cast eerie shadows, dancing around them like phantoms. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the group, but no one dared to intervene.

The man’s presence was an unspoken command, a dark authority that held them captive.

With a calculated slowness, he drew a dagger from his side, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

The crowd gasped, paralyzed by the horror of what they were witnessing. "You think you can escape my wrath?" he hissed, addressing the silent crowd. "You are all just as weak as this beast."

The lion lay still, its chest rising and falling gently, unaware of the impending doom. The man pressed the blade against the lion’s side, the sharp edge glinting like a star in the night sky. "Let this be a warning," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I am the master of this domain, and I will not hesitate to remind you of your place." The lion’s stillness was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in the hearts of the spectators.

As he stood, the dagger still glinting in his hand, he surveyed the crowd with a predatory gaze. "Fear is your only ally now. Remember that." With those chilling words, he turned and melted into the shadows, leaving behind a lingering sense of dread that clung to the air like a thick fog.

The crowd was left shaken, knowing they were trapped in the grip of a man whose cruelty knew no bounds, their hearts racing as they processed the terror they had just witnessed.

The night felt darker, as if the very stars had dimmed in response to the evil that had just passed through them.

The man walked into his fancy palace, where everything sparkled and looked expensive. He called for his personal servant, saying, "I want a new meal; this one has gone cold."

"Of course, your highness," the servant replied, bowing slightly before quickly leaving the room. The man, with his striking red eyes, looked around at the beautiful decorations and artwork that filled the walls.

Feeling tired, he decided to take a bath. He entered a luxurious bathroom filled with the soothing scent of sandalwood and jasmine.

As he soaked in the warm water, he relaxed, letting the heat wash away his stress. The golden fixtures around him gleamed in the soft light, making the space feel even more peaceful.

After his bath, he dressed in soft, elegant robes and headed to the dining hall. The room was lit by flickering candles, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

When he sat down at the grand table, the delicious smell of a new meal filled the air. The servant returned with a beautifully arranged dish, colorful and inviting.

As the man took his first bite, he enjoyed the rich flavors, feeling a moment of happiness in his busy life.As the man finished his meal, he leaned back in his chair, feeling full and satisfied.

He stood up and walked over to the sink to wash his hands, the cool water refreshing against his skin. After drying his hands, he stepped into his luxurious bedroom, filled with soft light and rich colors. 

He called out for a woman, and soon she appeared. She wore a stunning gown that hugged her curves perfectly, showing off her figure and a hint of her cleavage.

The fabric shimmered softly in the light, making her look even more beautiful. With a graceful smile, she began to dance for him, her movements smooth and inviting.

  He settled onto the edge of his bed, his bright red eyes focused on her. She swayed her hips, and  let her dress slide lower, revealing more of her cleavage.

His eyes sparkled with desire as he looked at her body, taking in every curve. She continued to dance, moving gracefully to the rhythm.

He leaned back on his bed, watching her with intense focus.  Then, with his deep, hoarse voice, he called out, "Come here." She obeyed, walking closer to him.

He stood up and approached her, and she lowered her gaze in fear. He stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her. "You know, you're just a dancer," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.

She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it made her skin crawl. She wanted to step back, to escape the intensity of his stare, but she was trapped in the moment.  "Don't be shy," he taunted, reaching out to brush his fingers against her waist.

She flinched at his touch, the discomfort evident on her face. "You should be honored to entertain me," he continued, his voice low and commanding.

She felt a mix of fear and disgust  rising within her. And then he pulled her into the bed. She reluctantly went along with him, knowing what he's capable of if she denies.

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as the moonlight filtered through the curtains. She felt a mix of fear and resignation, her heart racing as she tried to find comfort in the soft sheets. 

Night wore on, and the air filled with moans and screams. The sounds echoed through the palace, his every touch sending chills down her spine. She cried silently.

He, on the other hand, enjoyed seeing her like that. His red blood eyes glowing even more, reflecting a twisted sense of satisfaction as he reveled in her fear.  His muscular body hugged her naked body tight.