ep 1
There was a time the world was warmer.
𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 ,five years ago. Taehyung, just a poor omega scholarship student, often ridiculed for his weight and quiet nature. The school halls echoed with laughter, but rarely for him.
A book slipped from his hand in the library.
And a senior—the Jeon Jungkook—bent down to help him pick it up.
That one smile lit Taehyung’s world for years. That moment had meant everything. He followed Jungkook to university, hoping silently, secretly, that fate would give them a real chance.
They did share one night.
One tender, stolen night.
Taehyung curled up on the roadside, hands shielding his stomach.
He sobbed into the storm.
But for the innocent life growing inside.
kim taehyung/young age
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “Even if your father won’t… I will.”
His fingers brushed the check lying in the mud.
A reminder of the world he was now leaving behind.
kim taehyung/young age
“One day, Jungkook,” he murmured standing despite his shaking legs.
kim taehyung/young age
You’ll regret this.”
Taehyung turned toward the darkness, clutching his belly and dragging his feet forward—no home, no name, no support.
But he had something stronger.
The skies over Seoul were dark again, a faint drizzle painting the Jeon Mansion windows in dull silver. Inside the estate, everything gleamed in muted luxury—from the high-polished floors to the golden chandeliers that glittered softly above. Yet the atmosphere was tight. Tense.
Jeon Namjoon, president of Jeon Group and one of the most powerful men in Asia, stood in the grand drawing room beside his husband, Jeon Seokjin. Seokjin, refined and composed as ever, had just returned from a faculty inspection at the business university he owned. Both were awaiting the arrival of their only son and his omega spouse.
But the door swung open... and only Jeon Jungkook walked in—alone.
Drenched from the rain, dressed in a jet-black three-piece suit, his sharp jaw was clenched tight, eyes colder than ever. The soft, swollen warmth that usually followed a bonded omega was absent.
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin blinked. “Where’s Taehyung?”
Namjoon asked more sharply,
Jeon namjoon
“Jungkook… answer your mother.”
But Jungkook didn’t say a single word.
He simply unbuttoned his coat, tossed it onto a maid’s arms, and headed up the staircase in long, determined strides. His silence was heavier than any answer. The ornate clock ticked loudly in the silence he left behind.
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “He did something.”
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin turned slowly, troubled. “He was already against the bond. I knew he’d act out. But this…”
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t normal coldness. This is something else.”
Minutes later, they heard hurried footsteps again. Jungkook descended the stairs—freshly dressed in his business travel suit, tie sharp, jaw sharper. Behind him, his assistant Yeonjun nearly stumbled trying to keep up, tablet in one hand, files in the other.
choi yeonjun
“President Jeon, your flight departs in an hour—”
Jeon jungkook /young age
“I know,” Jungkook cut him off with a snap.
Jeon jungkook /young age
“Luggage?”
choi yeonjun
“Being loaded now, sir.”
Two guards carried out the expensive suitcases. Maids ran after with a bag of files and travel kits.
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin stepped forward. “You’re going to Tokyo? Now?”
Jeon jungkook /young age
Jungkook adjusted his sleeve cuff. “There’s a summit with our Japanese investors. I’ll be gone a week.”
Jeon namjoon
“And Taehyung?” Namjoon asked, voice calm but steely.
Jungkook paused, glanced at his father—but didn’t speak. He simply walked out the door.
Namjoon stared at his son’s retreating back with clenched fists.
As soon as the car pulled out of the estate driveway, Namjoon turned to one of his personal assistants nearby.
Jeon namjoon
“Find Kim Taehyung. Quietly. I want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and if he’s safe. Keep eyes on him. Around the clock. No one—no one—is to harm him. Do you understand?”
The assistant bowed low. “Yes, Chairman Jeon. I’ll begin immediately.”
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon exhaled deeply. “He’s still carrying Jeon blood.”
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