Taehyung, a university student, becomes instantly infatuated with Jungkook, a charismatic CEO, after seeing him deliver a speech at his university. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Taehyung starts secretly following him everywhere, fueling his obsession. As...
Jungkook reclined in the plush chair of his hotel suite in Tokyo, exhaustion evident in the sharp lines of his face. His trip had been nothing but business meetings, endless negotiations, and social obligations that left him mentally drained. But beyond the work, there was something else weighing on him—a persistent tension that had clung to him for the past eight years.
His phone vibrated against the glass table beside him. He sighed, already knowing who it was before he even looked. His mother.
For the past three days, she had been calling him non-stop, and each time, he had ignored her. He already knew what she wanted—to talk about marriage. Again.
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook picked up the phone and answered in a cold, detached voice.
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"If you're calling me about marriage, hang up. I'm not interested."
A moment of silence. Then, her voice, softer than he expected.
"No, Jungkook, I'm not calling about that. I just wanted to ask how you’re doing. Have you eaten? Are you taking care of yourself?"
Jungkook stared at the city lights outside the window, his grip tightening around the phone. His heart clenched, but his expression remained unreadable.
"I ate." A pause. Then, his voice dropped even colder. "Now hang up."
He ended the call without another word.
For a moment, guilt flickered in his chest, but he crushed it just as quickly. His relationship with his family had been strained ever since his father’s passing, and he had long since stopped expecting warmth from them. His mother, his two older brothers—they had killed his dreams, crushed his spirit, and molded him into the ruthless businessman he was today.
The boy who once loved music, who dreamed of standing on a stage, was dead.
Now, all that remained was Jeon Jungkook—cold, powerful, and untouchable.
What he didn’t know, however, was that someone was willing to burn the world down just to touch him.
Obsession and Infatuation
Across the city, in a dimly lit bar, Taehyung’s fingers tightened around his glass, his sharp gaze locked onto Jungkook. The man he had been watching for weeks sat at the VIP lounge, discussing business with an associate. His expression was serious, his features carved into a look of effortless dominance.
God, he was beautiful.
Taehyung had followed him all the way to Japan. He had spent weeks memorizing his every move, his routines, his habits. He had watched Jungkook work, drink, sleep. He knew which cologne he used, which suit he favored, and how he took his coffee.
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He had memorized everything.
His grip on the glass tightened when he saw her.
A scantily clad dancer approached Jungkook, draping herself over his lap, running her fingers along his chest. She whispered something into his ear, her lips dangerously close to his skin.
Taehyung’s blood boiled.
Before he could react, Jungkook shoved her off with disgust, his face twisted in irritation. The woman stumbled back, falling onto the floor with a yelp. Murmurs spread across the bar, eyes darting towards them.
But Taehyung was already moving.
The moment she tried to get up, his fist collided with her face. She cried out, but he didn’t stop. Another punch. Then a kick. The bar filled with screams as chaos erupted, but Taehyung didn’t hear anything except the pounding of his own fury.
How dare she touch what was his?
It wasn’t until a bouncer yanked him away that he realized people were staring. Blood smeared his knuckles, his breath came in short pants, and the woman had already fled, her face swollen with bruises.
Jungkook was gone.
Taehyung cursed under his breath, his rage quickly morphing into desperation.
He needed to get back to Korea.
A Shadow in the Night
Four days later, Jungkook was home.
Back in Korea, he resumed his usual routine—work, meetings, and late-night gym sessions. He still had no idea that a pair of eyes were constantly on him, following his every move.
Taehyung stood outside Jungkook’s mansion, hidden behind the thick foliage of a tree. His breath was steady, but his heartbeat was erratic. He had been watching from this very spot for hours, waiting.
Then, a light flickered on.
Taehyung’s gaze lifted towards Jungkook’s bedroom window. There he was.
He perched himself higher on the tree branch, ignoring the rough bark scraping against his skin. His entire body went still, his sharp eyes memorizing every movement inside that room.
Jungkook was on the phone, pacing back and forth. His expression was serious, his brows furrowed. Taehyung’s lips curled slightly. Who are you talking to, my love? What are you thinking about?
Taehyung wanted to be inside that room. He wanted Jungkook to notice him, to acknowledge him.
