Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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When Taehyung returned to the dorm, he found himself in unexpected company. Hoseok was seated on the couch, a scoff slipping from his lips. Around him stood a group of bulky men dressed in black, their heads bowed as if waiting for orders.
"I'm not going anywhere," Hoseok muttered, sounding angry for the first time.
"Get that through your heads, and make sure your boss knows it too," Hoseok added sharply.
Curious, Taehyung sat on the couch next to Hoseok. He didn't understand what was going on, but the tension made the scene feel like a drama he couldn't turn away from.
"Young Master, please cooperate. Everything is ready. You just need to follow the boss's orders," the leader of the men spoke, his voice sounding almost robotic to Taehyung.
"Listen here," Hoseok said coldly. "I'm the sole heir of the Jung empire. When that old man says goodbye to this world, I'll be your boss. So instead of thinking short-term, consider the long-term benefits. No one would want to end up on my bad side." Hoseok stood and moved closer to the man, his posture intimidating.
"The dialogue is good. Wow," Taehyung thought , genuinely impressed by his dorm mate.
"Give me your phone," Hoseok demanded.
"Young Master-"
"It's an order Doo-shik. Dial your boss's number," Hoseok insisted, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
"Hello, Dad dearest. You're not taking my phone, but these employees of yours are more important, huh?" Hoseok said sarcastically into the phone, his voice dripping with irony, a tight smile on his lips. His eyes, however, flashed with controlled anger.
"Dad, I'm not going anywhere," he continued, his tone hardening. "I don't want an army of servants hovering around me, and I definitely don't need these useless men," he added, his frustration evident as he shot a glance at the bodyguards.
Hoseok took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Dad, I just want a normal life, even if it's only for four years," he said, his voice almost pleading now, yet still laced with a touch of defiance.
"If you love me, even a little bit, please respect my decision," Hoseok said, the anger in his eyes giving way to a flicker of vulnerability. "You're not even here-you're all the way in the US. So what's the point of making me stay under all this surveillance?" His voice cracked slightly, a ssuccessful attempt at emotional blackmailing.
He forced a smile, trying to mask his true feelings. "Love you," he said before handing the phone back to the Doo-shik. "Here, take it and leave" Hoseok said, his voice now flat.
"Yes, sir. Understood," the bodyguard replied respectfully, bowing his head.
"Now go," Hoseok ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. The men bowed their heads and exited the room quietly.
