Episode:4 The Calm Disruption
Kim Taehyung
👤 Name: Kim Taehyung
📚 Age: 18
🧬 Gender: Male
🌙 Secondary Gender: Omega
🏫 University: Seoul Royal Elite University
🔒 Background: Unknown
👑 Status: Classified
🗝️ Identity: Hidden
> ❝ A quiet mystery wrapped in soft silence. ❞
❝ He doesn’t speak much, but his presence demands attention — not through fear, but calm. ❞
Cafeteria – loud, full of chatter. Taehyung quietly enters with a tray, sits at an empty table near the window. He places his milk carton beside his food and opens a book, ignoring the noise.
Jeon Jungkoon
(watching from across the room, tone low)
There he is again. Always alone. Always ignoring.
Kim Mingyu
Still pretending he’s deaf to us?
Kim Hoseok
Or maybe he’s just that clueless.
Kim Namjoon
Let’s fix that.
The group walks over. The cafeteria gradually quiets as students notice them approaching Taehyung's table.
Jeon Seokjin
(mock-sweet)
Aw, look who's studying again. What are you reading, little nerdy?
Taehyung doesn't respond. He flips a page calmly. His expression doesn’t change. Jungkook slowly picks up the milk carton from Taehyung’s tray.
Jeon Jungkoon
Didn’t anyone teach you to greet your seniors?
Without warning, he tips the milk carton, spilling it straight over Taehyung’s head. The milk runs down his hair, face, and onto his open book. Gasps echo around the room.
Cha Eunwoo
(laughing lightly)
Oops. Someone’s dripping.
Kim Mingyu
Maybe this will help him wake up.
Kim Taehyung
(still silent. He calmly wipes his eyes with a tissue, closes his soaked book, and stands — dripping but completely unshaken. He meets Jungkook’s eyes without fear. Just stillness.)
Kim Namjoon
You’re brave. Or dumb.
Kim Taehyung
(softly, but clearly)
Neither. Just not impressed.
Kim Taehyung
(He walks away, soaked but composed. The group watches him leave — some amused, some confused, and Jungkook… silent. Eyes narrowing slightly.)
Private VIP lounge on campus rooftop — luxurious furniture, exclusive access. Jungkook and his friends are sitting in their usual spot, drinks in hand. The bullying from earlier is still fresh in their minds.
Kim Hoseok
(frowning slightly)
I still can’t believe he didn’t even flinch when you poured milk over him. Not even a twitch.
Cha Eunwoo
No anger, no tears. Just... wiped his face and walked away like it didn’t matter.
Kim Mingyu
(leaning back)
It’s weird, honestly. People cry just by hearing Jungkook’s name, and this guy? Soaked in milk and acting like it was water.
Kim Namjoon
Maybe he’s broken. Emotionally numb. Or just plain stupid.
Jeon Seokjin
(sipping his drink)
No. He’s not stupid. He looked straight at Jungkook. Calm. Like he didn’t see a threat.
Jungkook says nothing. He’s sitting with his fingers steepled, eyes sharp, gaze unfocused — thinking.
Kim Mingyu
(glancing at Jungkook)
Hyung... maybe it’s time we figure out who he is.
Cha Eunwoo
Yeah. Nobody just walks into this school, ignores you, and stays this calm... unless they’re hiding something.
Kim Hoseok
Wanna check his background? You’ve got the reach, Kook.
A pause. Jungkook finally looks up — cold and unreadable.
Jeon Jungkoon
(flat tone)
I don’t like unknowns.
He pulls out his phone, taps a contact. The line picks up instantly.
Jeon Jungkoon
It’s me.
Name — Kim Taehyung.
Seoul Royal Elite University.
I want his full background. Family. Medical. Academic. Everything.
Within an hour.
He hangs up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stares at the clouds above — deep in thought.
Kim Namjoon
Raising a brow)
What are you thinking?
Jeon Jungkoon
(Coldly)
We’ll see if he’s brave… or just blind.
Scene 3 – No Record Found
Jungkook’s luxury penthouse. Night. The city lights flicker through tall glass windows. Steam lingers in the air as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low on his waist, another draped over his shoulders. Water drips from his hair as he ruffles it dry. His phone rings.
Jeon Jungkoon
📞 Incoming Call: Jaeho (Assistant)
Jeon Jungkoon
(calm, drying his hair)
Talk.
someone
Jaeho📱(Assistant): (hesitant tone)
Sir… I looked into Kim Taehyung’s background like you asked.
someone
Jaeho📱:
There’s nothing. No school records before this year. No public family history. No medical files. No address history. Just… nothing. Like he doesn’t exist.
Jungkook stops drying his hair. His expression darkens instantly.
Jeon Jungkoon
(Voice colder now)
What do you mean nothing? You had one job.
someone
Jaeho📱:
I tried hacking through school databases, government files… but it’s like someone placed an elite-level block. Military-grade encryption. I—I’ve never seen anything like it, sir.
Jeon Jungkoon
(his voice rising)
So you're telling me you can hack into a chaebol’s security system in under five minutes but you can’t find the school file of some nerdy freshman?
someone
Jaeho📱:
I’m sorry, sir. I’ll keep trying—
Jeon Jungkoon
(furious)
Keep trying? You should’ve had results already! What the hell am I paying you for?!
(He ends the call abruptly, throws the phone across the room with a sharp growl. It crashes against the wall and shatters. He stands there, breathing hard, jaw clenched. Water still dripping down his neck.)
Silence. Only the sound of his heavy breathing and the city beyond the glass.
Jeon Jungkoon
(low, under his breath)
Who the hell are you… Kim Taehyung?
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