Taehyung, a young man from a modest family, and Jungkook, the reckless heir to Jeon Entertainment. Taehyung loathes Jungkook's arrogant, attention-grabbing lifestyle, while Jungkook sees Taehyung as naïve and predictable.
But when their paths cross...
It was a quiet night around 10 p.m., the kind where the world seemed to rest in a gentle slumber. Taehyung lay in his room, tucked in his warm blanket, barely awake after a long day. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, shattering the peace, and the name on the screen made his heart skip a beat: MIN YOONGI.
"Taehyungie," Yoongi’s voice drawled lazily through the speaker, but with a hint of mischief. "I'm waiting for you downstairs, in front of your apartment building. Come down."
Taehyung’s eyes widened in horror. "Wait, now? Hyung, it’s 10 p.m.! My family is sleeping!" he whispered, glancing nervously at his bedroom door. His mother, father, and sister were all in dreamland, and disturbing the stillness of the house felt like a crime.
But Yoongi wasn’t moved. "Five minutes, Taehyung-ah. If you’re not out, I’m coming up myself," Yoongi threatened, his voice tinged with playful menace.
Taehyung almost dropped his phone. "No, no, no, no, Hyung! Don’t you dare!" he whisper-yelled, dramatically clutching his chest. "If you come up, my parents will think I’m smuggling a criminal into the house! They’ll probably lock me up in my room for a month!" He groaned, pulling his hair in frustration. "Fine, fine! I’m coming. Just... give me a minute to sneak out without being murdered."
He let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back on his bed for a moment, as if he was about to face his doom. "Ah, goodbye, dear warmth of my bed," he whispered to his blanket, making a dramatic show of rolling out of it. "Why is Yoongi-hyung so terrifying and persuasive at the same time?" He tiptoed to the door, muttering complaints under his breath, his heart racing at the thought of the trouble awaiting him.
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Taehyung quickly grabbed his coat—a stylish one that Korean guys typically wore to stay warm on cold nights—and quietly opened his bedroom door. He peeked out into the dark hallway, looking both ways like a thief ready to escape. With his heart pounding, he tiptoed past his parents' room, silently cursing Yoongi for dragging him out so late. He finally made it to the front door, carefully opened it, and slipped out, letting out a heavy sigh of relief once he was outside.
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"This Hyung is really going to be the death of me someday," Taehyung muttered to himself, shivering a bit as the cold night air hit him. Pulling his coat tighter, he hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, impatiently tapping his foot as it descended from the 5th floor. When the doors finally opened, he stepped in, still grumbling, "Why is my life like a scene from a thriller drama?"
Once he reached the ground floor, he stepped outside, ready to call Yoongi and give him a piece of his mind. But before he could even lift his phone, a sleek black car suddenly screeched to a stop in front of him. Taehyung’s eyes went wide in shock, and before he could process what was happening, two strong hands yanked him inside. He found himself squeezed into the middle seat as the car's engine roared to life, speeding off into the night.
