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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Kang Chanyeol entered his penthouse, his mind still clouded by the haze of the previous night's one-night stand. As he crossed the threshold, his eyes widened in shock at the sight of a silhouette leaning casually against the kitchen counter. The penthouse was known for its impenetrable security—how had this intruder managed to get in?
"Welcome. I was expecting you, little spineless one," Jungkook said, his voice laced with a cruel amusement as he flashed a smirk.
Chanyeol's breath caught in his throat. "What are you doing here? You had a meeting today," he stammered, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and dread. He could still feel the sting of Jungkook's earlier blows and the brutal aftermath. He was certain that the storm he had been dreading was finally upon him.
Jungkook’s gaze was cold and cutting as he took a step closer. "Enough with this cat-and-mouse game. I’m Jungkook, not Jeongguk. It’s pathetic how your family was so desperate to grovel for a deal with the Jeons. And here you are, their so-called heir, who doesn’t even know the Jeons well."
In an instant, Jungkook grabbed Kang Chanyeol by the hair, yanking his head back sharply. The darkness of the room seemed to heighten the tension. Jungkook’s voice, laced with barely contained fury, cut through the silence. "You dare hurt the people who are precious to me?"
His presence was ominous, his anger palpable. Without warning, Jungkook shoved Chanyeol against the kitchen counter. Chanyeol’s eyes went wide in horror as he saw the white powder spread out before him.
"You spineless coward," Jungkook growled, his voice thick with rage. "You had the audacity to drug my brother. You dared to target my Taehyung, now face the consequences."
Jungkook slammed Chanyeol’s face down onto the powder-covered counter. Chanyeol inhaled the powder, causing him to choke and gasp for air. The drug’s toxicity overwhelmed him, causing a sense of panic and horror. What once excited him now terrified him.
As Jungkook gripped Chanyeol’s hair and pulled his head back, Chanyeol was a wreck. His eyes were red and filled with tears, his breathing ragged. His throat felt like it was being shredded by glass, and blood dripped from his nose. Yet Jungkook remained unyielding, indifferent to Chanyeol’s suffering.
“I gave you a warning, but you didn’t listen, did you?” Jungkook seethed, his grip on Chanyeol’s hair tightening painfully.
“How dare you report them to the committee?” Jungkook’s anger surged as he thought of Taehyung, his rage intensifying with every passing second.
Dragging Chanyeol toward the balcony, Jungkook’s movements were ruthless. As they stepped outside, Chanyeol saw his own potential demise in the stark reality of the railing. He was utterly at Jungkook’s mercy—one push, and he would fall to his death. Chanyeol faced his final gamble, a desperate attempt to save himself. His fate hinged on this last, uncertain play; the outcome would be either his survival or his end.
