Bound by Colors

Chapter 1

Taehyung stood in his opulent office, surrounded by symbols of his immense wealth and power. From the top floor of the tallest building in the city, he overlooked his empire.

As the head of Kim Corporation, a billion-dollar conglomerate, he had everything, anyone could desire: money, influence, and beauty. The world outside was filled with colors the bright shine of Sun the streets was filled with different colors and shades. But to him it was all a distant shade of black. He can have whatever he want but still his heart was filled with emptiness.

Gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, lost in thought, he wonder how it will feel to see colors. The colors his mother cherished. The colors that make him an outcast for his mother.  His personal assistant entered the room.

The man stood nervously, clutching a tablet in his hands, his expression a mix of respect and apprehension. He had grown accustomed to Taehyung's enigmatic and often intimidating demeanor.
"Sir, we have to go to the university for a speech," the secretary announced, his voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Taehyung turned to face him, his features unreadable behind a mask of wealth and privilege. "Let's go," he replied with surprising promptness, catching his secretary off guard.

Relief washed over the secretary's face, a silent acknowledgment of the countless times he had attempted to persuade Taehyung to attend such events in his capacity as the university's most significant sponsor. The secretary opened the door for him relieved as the ice king agreed to attend the event.

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Jimin was waiting impatiently for the lecture to finish. He checked his phone—the time was up, but the professor continued talking. This professor always went over time. Anxiously shaking his legs, Jimin glanced at his wristwatch repeatedly. He had to meet Jungkook for lunch. Jeon Jungkook, the president of the art club, was kind, sweet, and incredibly talented—Jimin's crush.

Jimin loved how Jungkook spoke to everyone with kindness and always helped his juniors. Today, he was finally going to confess his feelings. When the professor finally left, Jimin bolted out of the classroom, checking his watch again and again.

While crossing an alley, he bumped into someone. He was about to fall when a strong hand steadied him, and in his struggle to regain balance, he grabbed the other person's shoulder.

Taehyung was walking steadily, his cold aura attracting attention. Surrounded by his guards and wearing a black branded suit, he looked cool and handsome. As he turned into the alley, someone collided with him. Before the person hit the ground, Taehyung supported him by the waist. In that moment, Taehyung felt a strange sensation—he could see colors.

It started subtly. The dull grays and blacks he had always known were tinged with faint hues. He blinked, thinking it was a trick of the light, but the colors grew stronger. The person's hair, a rich shade he couldn't name, glowed with vibrancy. His eyes, sparkling like the night sky, captivated Taehyung. The clothes, though he couldn't distinguish the exact colors, were vivid and alive.

Taehyung's heart raced. What is happening? he thought, his mind a whirl of confusion and wonder. He had lived in a monochrome world for as long as he could remember, and now, all at once, it was bursting with life. His grip tightened on the person's waist, afraid that letting go would plunge him back into darkness.

The person in his arms was so beautiful, with eyes that seemed to hold galaxies and lips of an enchanting shade. Taehyung's gaze was filled with obsession, unable to look away. Every detail was mesmerizing, from the subtle curve of his smile to the softness of his hair. For the first time in his long life, Taehyung felt overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the world.

The person straightened and bowed.
"I am sorry," he apologized, his voice sweet like honey. Taehyung's heart ached at the sound, so pure and melodic. But as soon as the touch was broken, Taehyung's world turned black again; the colors vanished as quickly as they had appeared. The sudden loss was like a physical blow, leaving him feeling hollow and desperate.

Taehyung's eyes followed him, filled with longing and confusion. How could a single touch bring so much light into his life?

He looked at his guards, his expression hardening with determination. "Find out every detail about him," he ordered, his voice a mix of desperation and command. "I want him."