The forest air was thick, humming with something ancient as both of them stood hidden beneath the shadows, watching her step barefoot into the moonlight. Her oversized hoodie slipped from one shoulder, and the soft glow of the moon kissed her bare skin — delicate, warm, almost sacred. Jungkook saw her first, sharp eyes tracing every innocent movement, while Jungguk simply felt her, like her soul had brushed against his chest and whispered his name without sound. Without speaking or looking at each other, their bodies moved in sync — one left foot, one right — hearts beating the same rhythm as they stepped from the trees, not towards her but with her. She turned her head slightly, eyes wide, a soft parting of her lips, and for a second, just one second, time shattered. They all stood caught in something unexplainable, something that bent reality. And then—before it could be understood, before her heartbeat caught up—both of them vanished. Faded like fog kissed by dawn. No words. No footprints. Just the soft rustling of leaves, the air they disturbed, and the heavy ache of something unfinished. From deeper in the woods, cloaked once more in shadows, they watched. Not yet. But soon. She was already theirs — she just didn't know it yet.

The hallway felt painfully loud, yet time slowed the moment she stepped in — soft footsteps, bag slung low, hoodie sleeves covering half her hands, head bowed like she didn't belong here. But she did. She absolutely did. Jungkook felt it first, like a shift in gravity — his pen paused mid-spin, and his breath caught without reason. Jungguk, leaning back in his chair near the window, didn't need to look. He knew something had changed. Their eyes met briefly across the room, and without speaking, they both turned their attention toward her. She introduced herself softly, barely above a whisper, biting her lip when the teacher asked her to sit near them — not between, but close enough. Jungkook's jaw tensed, Jungguk's fingers twitched. Something was wrong with the air. No... something was right, terrifyingly right. Neither of them said a word. But both already knew — she wasn't just a girl. She was the girl. The one fated for them. And for the first time, both boys — cold, calculating, and never shaken — felt the same thing. Possession. Hunger. Destiny.