Twisted× ( BTS × EXO × ENHYPEN)
Y/n P.O.V-
The iron gates of the Empire Academy loomed in front of me, taller than I remembered. Five years had passed since I last stood in this place—not as a student, but as a ghost trailing behind my father. Back then, I had no idea that a single night would turn my life into something out of a twisted revenge story.
Now, I am back. But not as the naïve girl I once was.
I walked through the gates, my steps steady, my heart as cold as steel.
It took less than a minute for the whispers to start.
Student 1-"Who is she?"
Student 2-"A new student? Here?"
Student 3-"She won’t last a week."
They weren’t wrong. No one transferred into Empire Academy. It was a closed circle, a kingdom ruled by bloodlines and power. If you didn’t belong, you weren’t even allowed near the front steps.
But I didn’t need permission.
I adjusted the strap of my bag and kept walking, my eyes scanning my surroundings. The academy was just as extravagant as I remembered—grand marble floors, towering chandeliers, and hallways lined with paintings worth more than most people’s lives. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh paper filled the air, a stark reminder that this place belonged to the untouchable elite.
I had prepared for this moment for years. My goal was simple: find the man who destroyed my family and make him pay.
And that man was here.
Hidden among the rich, arrogant heirs of the world’s most powerful mafia .Protected by money, status, and connections.
But not from me.
I turned a corner, heading toward the main hall, when the energy around me shifted.
The air grew thick. Conversations died down. Students moved aside—not out of politeness, but out of instinct. A ripple of silence spread through the hallway, followed by a heavy sense of authority.
That’s when I saw them.
BTS. ENHYPEN. EXO.
The ones who sat at the top of the food chain.
Twenty-three heirs to the most dangerous crime syndicates in the world. Feared, respected, and untouchable. The school wasn’t just theirs—it was their playground, their empire, their battlefield.
And now, I was standing in the middle of it.
My gaze flickered over them quickly, assessing. They weren’t not together but spread out like separate ruling factions.
BTS stood near the grand staircase, radiating effortless confidence. Jin and RM spoke in hushed tones, their postures relaxed yet firm—natural-born leaders. Suga leaned against the railing, expression unreadable, while J-Hope laughed at something Jimin said. V and Jungkook were watching me, their gazes sharp with curiosity.
ENHYPEN took up space near the windows, the sunlight casting an almost ethereal glow on them. Heeseung and Jay exchanged glances, wordlessly acknowledging my presence. Jake smirked, always the charmer, while Sunghoon’s arms were crossed, his cold stare bordering on amusement. Sunoo, Ni-ki, and Jungwon observed quietly, their expressions unreadable.
And then there was EXO, the oldest of the three groups, their presence heavier, more dangerous. Suho stood at the center, exuding quiet authority. Kai’s gaze was unreadable, Chen’s eyes sharp. Baekhyun, always unpredictable, grinned slightly. Sehun and Chanyeol watched with mild interest, while Xiumin, Lay, and D.O. barely reacted at all.
Twenty-three pairs of eyes.
Some curious. Some bored. Some amused.
None welcoming.
I expected that.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I stepped forward, meeting their stares head-on. I refused to shrink under their attention. If anything, their scrutiny only fueled the fire inside me.
I wasn’t here to fit in.
I was here to break them apart.
But first, I had to play the game.
I found my assigned classroom easily, slipping into the back row before the teacher even arrived. The chatter around me barely registered—I was too focused on planning my next steps.
"Find the man responsible. Get close. Get inside their world."
Simple, in theory. In practice? Not so much.
Especially when the untouchables sat in the same classroom as
