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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The three weeks passed in a blur, with Jungkook enduring sleepless nights and days filled with the burden of meetings, especially with Eunwoo. Nothing was going as he had hoped. Taehyung was the only reason Jungkook didn't go insane amidst the chaos.
Frowning, he stared at the files strewn across his desk, his frustration simmering just below the surface. Among the papers was a document related to Celestial Haven-a name that twisted his stomach. Jungkook had never been one of those elite boys who frequented clubs known for illegal activities like prostitution, but he wasn't naive. He understood the insidious undercurrents of the society he was part of.
What made him angrier than anything else was the memorandum of understanding between Celestial Haven and Jeon Corp. What a disgrace. The idea that his family name would be associated with such filth was unbearable.
His blood boiled when he saw Yoongi's signature on the document. "Why would Yoongi even consider collaborating with Celestial Haven?" Jungkook thought, feeling a wave of betrayal wash over him. The Jeon Corp had always maintained a reputation built on integrity and honor, never sinking to the depths of darkness that organizations like Celestial Haven represented.
He clenched his teeth, a low growl escaping him as he stormed out of his office, determination fueling his steps. The thought of his family's legacy becoming entangled with the likes of a sex trafficking ring was infuriating. Jungkook despised prostitution; it was a vile practice that brought nothing but degradation and humiliation to those involved. The statistic that 99.99% of prostitutes were victims of sex slavery haunted him, a chilling reminder of the reality he couldn't ignore.
As he approached Yoongi's office, each step felt heavy with purpose. Jungkook had always respected Yoongi, seen him as a mentor and an older brother, but this... this was unforgivable. He pushed the door open with a force that echoed his fury
"Yoongi!" Jungkook's voice rang out, sharp and demanding. "What the hell is this?" He threw the file onto Yoongi's desk, the papers scattering across the surface like fallen leaves.
Yoongi glanced at the file and sighed deeply.
"You can read, right?" Yoongi replied bluntly, rising from his chair, the tension crackling between them.
"Yes, I can, unfortunately," Jungkook shot back, his anger simmering just beneath the surface like a boiling pot.
"What were you even thinking before making a collaboration with that disgrace?" Jungkook demanded, leaning heavily on the table, his voice a thunderous echo of frustration. The fire in his chest burned brighter with each passing moment.
"Jungkook, you're no one to question my decisions," Yoongi growled, his eyes narrowing, a flash of irritation crossing his face.
"I am! I can, hyung. I'm sitting in the CEO position!" he retorted, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, trying to stave off the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over.
