My Blessing Star

The roar of the engine echoed like a beast unleashed, drawing every eye on the crowded street. The rider was a striking figure: towering and commanding, his black helmet gleamed under the moonlight, its visor hiding his identity and adding an air of menace. His denim jeans clung tight, rugged and worn from countless rides, while his jet-black leather jacket bristled with metal studs and spikes, exuding rebellion. A skull-emblazoned T-shirt peeked through beneath the jacket, a grim emblem of defiance. Accessories of chains and metal cuffs glinted with every slight movement, while his solid ankle boots pounded the asphalt with authority.

Beneath him, the bike was no ordinary machine—a heavy-duty beast with a custom matte black finish, adorned with red accents that slashed across its body like streaks of fire. The engine growled, vibrating with untamed power, as he raced down the chaotic street. He lifted his feet off the pedals, defying balance and gravity, as the front wheel rose high into the air. The crowd gasped, scattering as he performed a flawless wheelie, his jacket flaring behind him like a shadowy cape.

Without breaking momentum, he swerved sharply, crossing lanes as if the rules of the road were beneath him. The wrong side of the road became his playground, the oncoming traffic a gauntlet he tackled with unnerving precision. Cars honked and brakes screeched, but he slipped through the chaos like a phantom, leaning hard to dodge side mirrors and bumpers with inches to spare.

Behind him, the police car was relentless, sirens wailing and lights flashing, its tires squealing as it struggled to keep up. The officer inside gripped the wheel, adrenaline coursing through his veins, barking orders into his radio. But the rider was untouchable, twisting and turning through every gap with a daredevil’s finesse.

The police car closed in as the rider approached an intersection choked with traffic. Without hesitation, he revved the engine, the bike surging forward like a missile. He leaned low, cutting sharp turns between vehicles, the studs on his jacket scraping against side panels as he threaded the needle. The officer swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision, but the rider was already a blur ahead, weaving through the maze of cars with maddening agility.

Then came the pièce de résistance—a sudden burst of speed that sent the bike leaping off a slight incline. The front wheel rose again as he pulled off a mid-air stunt, his silhouette framed against the horizon for a fleeting, breathtaking moment. He landed hard but clean, the tires screeching as the bike bolted forward with newfound vigor. The police car, despite its sirens and horsepower, lagged further and further behind, boxed in by cautious drivers and blocked by the chaos the rider left in his wake.

The rider glanced back once, a subtle tilt of his helmet, as if to mock the chase before disappearing into the distance, leaving behind a trail of adrenaline, roaring engines, and shattered expectations.

The police car screeched to a halt as the bike disappeared into the maze of urban streets. Frustration radiated from the officer who stepped out, slamming the door behind him. He kicked the front wheel of the car in a fit of anger, his face flushed with defeat. “Again, you’ve escaped!” he growled, his voice echoing against the surrounding buildings. Clenching his fists, he added with fiery determination, “But next time, I won’t give you any chance to slip away.” With a huff, he climbed back into the vehicle, his resolve unshaken, and drove away, leaving behind only the faint echoes of his siren.

Meanwhile, the elusive biker had slowed to a stop outside a lively club. The heavy-duty bike gleamed under the neon lights, its intimidating presence drawing a few curious glances. He swung his leg over effortlessly, his movements fluid and confident. Pulling off his helmet, he revealed a face that seemed almost too perfect for someone so daring—a youthful charm that contrasted sharply with his audacious stunts.

His slicked-back black hair gleamed under the lights, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead. His features were striking: high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and full lips that curved into a confident smirk. His large almond-shaped eyes, warm yet intense, scanned the area, giving him an air of intrigue. And when he smiled, the faint reveal of his “bunny teeth” added an endearing touch to his otherwise commanding presence. He was lean but muscular, his broad shoulders and slim waist complementing his long legs. His balanced aesthetic—a mix of youthful innocence and masculine allure—turned heads wherever he went.

As he stepped into the club, the energy shifted. Conversations faltered, and girls couldn’t help but glance—or outright stare. Their eyes followed him, captivated by his presence. Some whispered to their friends, while others boldly smiled or waved, hoping to catch his attention. But he moved through the crowd as if unaware, his focus unwavering. Their stares didn’t faze him; instead, they seemed to fuel his confidence.

He scanned the room until his eyes fell on a familiar face: his friend, lounging in a corner with a drink in hand. Walking over with the swagger of someone who owned the place, he sat beside his friend, gesturing for a drink with a casual wave.

“You’re late, man,” his friend said with a teasing grin, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Some crazy police officer was chasing me, lol.”

“Ah, as usual,” his friend replied, raising an eyebrow. “And as usual, you escaped.”

“Of course,” he said, smirking as he took a sip of his drink. “No one can catch me. I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

They burst into laughter, their camaraderie evident. The room seemed to buzz around them, but the girls’ whispers and longing gazes didn’t interrupt their easy conversation. Jungkook’s confidence and charisma weren’t just in his looks—they radiated in every word, every movement. He was a man who lived on the edge and knew it, his charm leaving an indelible mark wherever he went.

As Jungkook and Ji-ho were deep in their lively conversation, their laughter filling the corner of the club, a stunning girl approached them with a confident stride. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, catching the colourful lights of the club as it swayed with her movements. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled mischievously, framed by dark lashes that accentuated her playful expressions. Her skin was radiant, glowing with natural warmth, and her full lips curved into a teasing smile that lit up her face. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her toned figure, showing off her slender waist and long legs, paired with strappy heels that added a touch of elegance to her bold charm.

Sliding her arms around Jungkook in a side hug, she leaned in close. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, her voice light and flirtatious. “You seem to be in a good mood tonight.”

Jungkook chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her hand with his characteristic blend of charm and mischief. “Well, when I’m hanging out with this stupid guy—” he motioned toward Ji-ho, earning an exaggerated gasp—“and a gorgeous lady like you, Ari, how can I not be in a good mood?”

Ji-ho’s face immediately twisted into a dramatic expression of mock offense. He clutched his chest as if Jungkook’s words had physically wounded him. “Stupid guy? Really?” he exclaimed, his tone dripping with playful indignation. Ari couldn’t help but burst into laughter at their antics, her melodious giggles blending with the music in the background.

Jungkook grinned, turning his attention back to her. “So, Ari,” he asked, his voice softer but still teasing, “how’s everything going?”

Ari shrugged, her playful smile still lingering. “Everything’s good,” she replied. “I was bored, so I thought, why not join my friends here?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Seems like I made the right choice.”

Before Jungkook could respond, Ji-ho leaned forward and gently pulled Ari closer to him, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Hold on a second!” he interjected, pointing at Jungkook accusingly. “First of all, she’s my girl. Stop trying to steal her, man.”

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, laughing heartily at Ji-ho’s over-the-top possessiveness. “Oh, come on, Ji-ho. Are you jealous, huh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “Relax! Ari’s my best friend, and you’re my friend too. I’d never steal her—well, not completely,” he added with a wink, making Ari giggle even more.

Ji-ho groaned dramatically, his face a mixture of amusement and mock irritation. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“True,” Jungkook admitted with a smirk, raising his glass to clink it with Ji-ho’s. Ari smiled warmly, leaning into Ji-ho’s side but still sharing amused glances with Jungkook.

Their lively banter continued the easy camaraderie between the three creating an air of fun and lightheartedness that was contagious to everyone around them. The lively energy of the club took a sharp turn when a bold, confident girl approached Jungkook. She wore a tight-fitting dress that sparkled under the neon lights, her hair cascading down in waves, and her red lips curved into a provocative smile. She moved close, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, her flirtation evident in her lingering touch.

“Hey there, handsome,” she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction as she leaned in closer. Ji-ho and Ari exchanged smirks, their expressions amused as they watched the scene unfold. But Jungkook’s demeanor shifted instantly—his playful smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, icy glare.

Without hesitation, he gripped the girl’s wrist firmly but not aggressively, holding her in place. His voice was low, edged with fury. “Don’t you dare touch me with your filthy hands.” In one swift motion, he pushed her away. The girl stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping in shock. A hush fell over the club as all eyes turned toward the commotion.

The girl stood up, her face a mix of humiliation and anger. “How dare you push me?” she spat, brushing herself off. “I was just trying to have some fun. What’s wrong with that?”

Jungkook’s expression hardened further, his gaze piercing. “What’s wrong?” he repeated, his tone venomous. “Girls like you—who sell their bodies for money, sleep around with anyone who flashes cash—you disgust me. You’re nothing but a lying, cheating gold-digger.”

Gasps rippled through the onlookers, the weight of his words silencing even the music for a moment. Ji-ho and Ari’s smirks vanished, replaced by wide-eyed shock. The girl, too, was stunned, her face pale and her lips trembling. “You… you can’t talk to me like that,” she stammered, tears brimming in her eyes. “You should respect me.”

Jungkook’s laugh was cold and devoid of humor. “Respect?” he sneered. “Girls like you don’t deserve respect. Get out of my sight.”

The girl hesitated, her tears now flowing freely, before turning and running out of the club. Whispers and murmurs erupted around them as the crowd processed what had just happened.

Ari’s voice broke the tension, soft but firm. “Cookie, you shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her usual playful tone replaced by concern. Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, disappointment flickering in her eyes.

Ji-ho nodded, his tone serious. “She’s right, man. Not every girl is like that. There are pure and innocent ones out there, too.”

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. His jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Here?” he replied, his voice bitter. “There’s no such thing as a pure or innocent girl here. They all run after money.”

Ari’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp now. “So, you think the same about me, huh? That I’m like them?”

Jungkook’s expression softened slightly as he looked at her, but his voice remained steady. “You’re different, Ari. You’re my best friend. We grew up together—I know you better than anyone. Don’t compare yourself to them.”

Ari’s shoulders relaxed a little, but her gaze remained wary. “Just because you’ve met some bad people doesn’t mean the world is full of them. Maybe you haven’t met the right girl yet.”

Jungkook didn’t respond immediately, his eyes briefly flicking away as if the thought unsettled him. “Maybe,” he muttered finally, though his tone suggested he didn’t believe it. The tension between them lingered, the weight of his earlier outburst casting a shadow over the evening. the atmosphere in the club began to return to normal, Ji-ho leaned closer to Jungkook, his expression a mix of concern and sincerity. He placed his drink on the table and looked at his friend, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by seriousness. “Dude, why have you become like this toward every girl?” he asked, his tone calm but probing. “I get it—Emily was the wrong girl. She hurt you a lot, I know. But you need to change your perspective. Not every girl is like her. You have to move on, man, and learn to trust again.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his grip on his glass firm. He swirled the amber liquid inside before taking a long sip. Placing the glass back on the table, he exhaled sharply. “I’m not hurt anymore, Ji-ho,” he said, his voice steady but edged with defiance. “I’m not some weak man who’d ruin his life over a bitch like her. Emily doesn’t define me. But trust?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “In my perspective, every girl is the same. They all have their own agendas.”

Ari, who had been quietly observing, sighed and leaned forward, her expression a blend of understanding and frustration. “Maybe one day, your perspective will change, Jungkook,” she said gently, her voice softer now. “Not every girl is out to hurt you. There are good ones out there, even if you haven’t met them yet.”

Jungkook glanced at her, his lips quirking into a faint, reluctant smile. “Maybe,” he muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t convinced. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. “But let’s not spoil the night with all this talk. Neo,” he said, using Ji-ho’s nickname, “Ari—let’s enjoy our drinks and forget about it.”

Ari grinned, raising her glass. “Now that’s the Jungkook I know. You’re not allowed to brood all night, Cookie.”

Ji-ho nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Exactly. And don’t call me Neo just because you’re in a bad mood. It makes me sound cooler than you.”

Jungkook chuckled, his earlier anger melting away under their teasing. “You wish you were cooler than me,” he shot back, clinking his glass against theirs. “You two really know how to light up my mood, though. I don’t say it often, but I’m lucky to have friends like you.”

Ari and Ji-ho exchanged knowing smiles, their bond evident in the way they understood him without needing many words. “That’s what we’re here for,” Ari said, winking.

The three of them laughed, the tension of the earlier confrontation fading into the background. Their conversation soon turned light and playful, filled with teasing remarks and shared memories. Despite Jungkook’s guarded heart, the presence of his friends provided a rare sense of solace, grounding him in a way few others could. The club’s vibrant atmosphere was alive with music and chatter as Jungkook, Ari, and Ji-ho leaned back in their chairs, their earlier serious conversation now giving way to playful banter. The three of them were visibly more relaxed, the tension melted away by the camaraderie they shared.

Ari took a playful jab first, her mischievous grin lighting up her face. “You know, Cookie,” she said, using Jungkook’s nickname, “for someone who’s supposed to be this cool, untouchable bad boy, you’re awfully dramatic. ‘All girls are the same,’” she mimicked, rolling her eyes with a laugh. “You sound like a K-drama villain.”

Ji-ho nearly choked on his drink as he burst out laughing. “Right? He’s got that ‘lonely antihero who hates love’ vibe going on,” Ji-ho added, leaning forward with a smirk. “What’s next, Jungkook? A tragic backstory monologue about betrayal?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, leaning on the table with a mock-serious expression. “First of all,” he began, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’m not dramatic. You two are just too boring to understand my pain.” He dramatically placed a hand over his chest, drawing an exaggerated laugh from both Ari and Ji-ho.

“Boring?” Ji-ho exclaimed, pointing a finger at Jungkook. “Coming from the guy who just pushed a girl across the club like a bad action movie hero. Dude, that was peak drama.”

“And the whole ‘bitch’ speech? Iconic.” Ari giggled, shaking her head. “You’re like the male lead of a trashy romance novel, Cookie.”

Jungkook smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Keep it up,” he said, his tone teasingly threatening. “You’ll regret it.”

“Oh no,” Ji-ho gasped, pretending to be afraid. “What’s the ‘brooding bad boy’ going to do? Glare at us to death?”

Jungkook grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Nah,” he said, waving a waiter over. “I’ll just outdrink you two lightweights and prove once again that I’m the real deal.”

The waiter approached, and Jungkook ordered a round of strong whiskey shots for himself, while Ari opted for a classic cosmopolitan, and Ji-ho went with a mojito. “And keep them coming,” Jungkook added confidently, raising an eyebrow at his friends.

The drinks arrived, and the trio raised their glasses. “To the antihero!” Ji-ho toasted, making Ari snort with laughter. Jungkook rolled his eyes but clinked glasses with them anyway, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As the drinks flowed, the teasing escalated. Ji-ho teased Jungkook about his obsessive gym habits. “Do you sleep with dumbbells under your pillow or something?” Ji-ho asked, laughing. “How else do you stay that ripped?”

Jungkook smirked, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Jealous? It’s okay, Ji-ho. Not everyone can look this good.”

Ari joined in, grinning. “Oh please, you just stand in front of the mirror flexing all day. Admit it, Cookie.”

“And what if I do?” Jungkook shot back, feigning arrogance. “It’s not my fault the mirror gets the privilege of seeing perfection.”

They all burst into laughter, the playful jabs flying back and forth as more drinks arrived. Ari started sharing hilarious stories from their childhood, making Ji-ho and Jungkook laugh so hard they nearly spilled their drinks. Jungkook retaliated with embarrassing tales of Ji-ho’s failed attempts at flirting, which made Ari nearly fall out of her chair from laughing.

By the end of the night, the three of them were tipsy but in high spirits, their faces flushed from the alcohol and laughter. The table was a mess of empty glasses, and the club’s vibrant lights seemed brighter and more dazzling in their slightly blurred vision. Despite all their teasing, the bond between them was undeniable, and their friendship made the night unforgettable.

The lively night outside the club grew quieter as Jungkook stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His sharp movements caught Ari and Ji-ho’s attention, their laughter fading as they watched him grab his jacket. “I’m going home. You guys have fun,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of warmth or emotion.

Without waiting for a response, Jungkook turned on his heel and strode out of the club, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him. Ari and Ji-ho exchanged worried glances before scrambling to follow. “Jungkook!” Ari called, her voice tinged with concern. “Wait up!”

Jungkook didn’t stop. He reached his heavy-duty bike parked under the neon streetlights, the machine gleaming with power. Sliding on his helmet, he ignored their hurried footsteps. His face was cold, and unreadable, as if he had shut himself off completely. Ari and Ji-ho finally caught up, stepping in front of the bike to block his path.

“Where are you going so soon?” Ari asked her tone more questioning than accusatory. Her brows furrowed as she tried to read his expression through the tinted helmet visor.

“I have some work at home,” Jungkook replied curtly. His voice was calm but distant, like a steel wall between him and his friends. He glanced at Ji-ho, his eyes briefly meeting his friends. “Finish the work I gave you. We don’t have time to waste.”

Ji-ho hesitated but nodded, sensing the urgency in Jungkook’s tone. Before either of them could say anything else, Jungkook lowered the visor of his helmet, sealing himself away from their worried gazes. The powerful roar of the bike’s engine filled the air as he twisted the throttle, the machine vibrating with restrained energy.

“Jungkook—!” Ari started, but her voice was drowned out as he revved the engine and sped off, weaving through the quiet streets with reckless abandon. The taillights of his bike disappeared into the night, leaving only the faint echo of the engine in the distance.

Ari and Ji-ho stood frozen, the cool night breeze brushing against them. Ji-ho ran a hand through his hair, frustration and worry etched across his face. “He’s changed,” Ji-ho muttered, his voice heavy. “He’s become so cold… so distant. It’s like he doesn’t care about anything anymore.”

Ari sighed deeply, her own face filled with concern. Stepping closer, she wrapped an arm around Ji-ho’s shoulders in a comforting side hug. “Don’t worry, babe,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “Maybe one day, something—or someone—will change his life. We just have to hope.”

Ji-ho nodded, though his eyes remained on the direction Jungkook had disappeared, as if willing him to come back. After a moment, the two turned and walked back into the club, their mood somber.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was speeding through the city streets like a phantom. His bike roared as he shifted gears, weaving in and out of lanes with no regard for traffic rules. The night air stung against his exposed skin, but he didn’t care. His expression under the helmet was as emotionless as stone, his jaw tight, and his eyes focused on the road ahead with an almost dangerous intensity.

Cars honked as he narrowly dodged them, cutting through oncoming traffic as if the rules of the road didn’t apply to him. He leaned low over the bike, accelerating even more, the world around him blurring into streaks of light and shadow. It wasn’t about reaching home; it was about escaping—escaping from the weight he felt pressing down on him, from the emotions he refused to confront.

To Jungkook, the speed was liberating, even if it was reckless. To anyone else, it was a dangerous spiral of self-destruction.

After weaving through the city’s streets recklessly, Jungkook finally arrived at a towering wrought-iron gate. The sleek, black structure stood as a grand entrance to the estate. He brought his bike to a halt, its powerful engine rumbling before shutting off. A uniformed guard promptly approached, recognizing him immediately. With a respectful nod, the guard pressed a button, and the gates swung open smoothly, revealing the long, tree-lined driveway leading to an opulent mansion.

Jungkook revved his bike lightly and rode up the driveway, parking in front of the grand entrance. The mansion stood tall, its modern architecture blending glass, steel, and marble, exuding both luxury and elegance. He swung his leg over the bike, pulling off his helmet and setting it neatly on the seat. His dark hair, slightly mussed from the ride, glistened under the glow of the mansion’s exterior lights.

Reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket, Jungkook retrieved his phone, his expression unreadable. His fingers danced over the screen as he typed out a quick message:

“Open the door, Panda. I’m waiting.”

Satisfied, he slid the phone back into his pocket and leaned casually against his bike. After a brief moment, the large front doors creaked open, and a figure emerged.

A young woman stepped out, and even in the soft glow of the mansion’s lights, her beauty was undeniable. Her honey-colored hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and gleaming like spun gold. Her skin was flawless and luminous, with a creamy, milky complexion that seemed to radiate warmth. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as they landed on Jungkook. She wore a casual yet chic outfit—a fitted sweater and comfortable jeans that emphasized her graceful figure.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she called out teasingly, “Big Bear, why do you always come home so late? You know Appa’s going to scold you again!”

Jungkook pushed himself off the bike, smirking at her as he approached. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her petite frame, pulling her into a snug embrace. She laughed softly, her face squishing lightly against his chest.

Looking down at her, Jungkook said in a low, playful tone, “It’s nothing new, Panda. Getting scolded by him has become a routine at this point.”

His sister giggled, her laughter light and melodic. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, but this time, Appa seems extra annoyed. He’s waiting in the living room to give you a real good scolding.”

Jungkook groaned dramatically, his head falling back as if he were enduring the weight of the world. “Agh, that man never gives me peace. Always finding something to nag about!”

His sister grinned, her eyes filled with amusement. “Well, maybe if you didn’t act like a rebel 24/7, you’d get a break once in a while.”

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as they began walking toward the mansion. Still keeping an arm draped over her shoulder, he glanced at her. “You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me get grilled while you play the ‘perfect child’ card.”

She giggled, nudging him with her elbow. “Maybe. Someone has to balance out your chaos.”

The pair entered the grand living room together, their easy banter making the cold luxury of the space feel a little warmer. Jungkook’s sister couldn’t stop smiling as her older brother muttered exaggerated complaints under his breath, knowing full well he was about to face their father’s wrath yet again.

The tension in the air was palpable the moment Jungkook and Min-jin stepped into the luxurious living room. Their father sat on the sleek leather couch, his posture rigid, his face a mask of seriousness. His sharp eyes landed on Jungkook, and the siblings instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Slowly, their father rose from his seat, his towering presence commanding the room. He walked toward them, his steps deliberate and heavy with unspoken frustration. His stern gaze didn’t waver as he came to a stop in front of Jungkook, his expression a mixture of disappointment and concern.

“Jungkook,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the silence, “is this the time to come home? It’s 2 a.m. Your mother was worried sick about you! Where were you?”

His words were steady but carried an edge that revealed his growing impatience. He crossed his arms, his brows furrowed. “When will you learn some manners? You behave like an irresponsible child. How long are you planning to act like this?”

Jungkook’s face remained impassive, his jaw tightening as he met his father’s gaze. His expression was cold, emotionless, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of anger. Finally, he spoke, his voice low but firm, dripping with defiance. “Dad, it’s my life. You don’t have to tell me what to do.”

His tone grew sharper, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m 19 years old. I’m a grown man, so stop interfering in my life. I’ll live how I want, and I’ll enjoy it the way I like.”

Without waiting for a response, Jungkook turned on his heel, his movements brisk and deliberate. He strode toward the grand staircase, his leather boots clicking against the polished marble floor. Min-jin watched silently, her lips pressed into a thin line, unsure of whether to speak up or stay quiet.

Their father’s eyes followed Jungkook’s retreating figure, his face momentarily softening into an expression of helplessness. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his graying hair. Jungkook disappeared upstairs, his footsteps echoing through the halls until the sound of a door shutting signaled he had retreated to his room.

Their father turned his gaze to Min-jin, his features relaxing into a small, tired smile. Gently, he cupped her face with both hands, his warm palms cradling her cheeks. “Min-jin,” he said softly, his voice laced with exhaustion but also affection, “go to your room and rest, sweetheart. It’s late.”

Min-jin nodded obediently, her honey-coloured hair catching the light as she turned toward the stairs. “Goodnight, Appa,” she said quietly before ascending the staircase to her room, her steps light and measured.

Left alone in the living room, their father shook his head in disbelief, letting out another heavy sigh. “When will that boy learn to be responsible?” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with frustration and a hint of sadness. “I’m so done with his craziness.”

He stood there for a moment longer, as if weighing the weight of his words, before finally heading to his own room. His footsteps were slower, heavier, burdened by worry and the hope that someday, Jungkook would find his way.

Jungkook’s luxury room was the epitome of opulence—spacious, sleek, and modern, with minimalist decor that exuded sophistication. The walls were painted in muted tones, accented with dark wood paneling, and the floor-to-ceiling windows gave a stunning view of the city skyline.

Sitting on the plush leather couch, Jungkook worked intently on his laptop, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his sharp features, but his expression remained serious, almost grim. After what felt like hours, he exhaled quietly, closed the laptop, and placed it gently on the coffee table. Standing up, he stretched his long, lean frame, his muscles flexing beneath his black T-shirt.

Jungkook strolled toward the expansive wardrobe on one side of the room, pulling open the sliding doors with a soft whoosh. His eyes scanned the neatly arranged clothes until he grabbed a plain T-shirt and a pair of gray shorts. Without hesitation, he made his way to the adjoining bathroom.

The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the room, outfitted with marble floors, a rainfall shower, and elegant gold accents. The sound of running water echoed as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray cascade over him. Steam filled the room as he ran his fingers through his damp hair, washing away the remnants of the day.

Once refreshed, Jungkook dried off and changed into the T-shirt and shorts, the fabric clinging slightly to his toned physique. His left arm, adorned with intricate tattoos, was now exposed, the designs catching the dim light as he moved. Grabbing a hair dryer from the counter, he quickly ran it through his damp black hair, smoothing it back into place.

His face, as always, remained emotionless, a calm mask hiding whatever thoughts lingered beneath. He walked toward the sliding glass door that led to his terrace and slid it open, the cool night air greeting him as he stepped outside.

The terrace was a personal sanctuary, furnished with luxury and care. A sleek couch and a swing chair adorned one side, accompanied by a coffee table topped with an elegant centerpiece. Small, warm lights were strung above, creating a serene ambiance that contrasted with the bustling city below.

Jungkook walked to the glass railing at the edge of the terrace, resting his tattooed hands on the smooth surface. His dark eyes gazed upward at the night sky, taking in the soft glow of the moon and the shimmering stars that surrounded it.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it quickly faded. “You know, Mr. Moon,” he murmured, his voice low and reflective, “you’re lucky. You have that beautiful star beside you, making you shine even brighter. But here…” He paused, his eyes darkening. “…there’s no star that’s loyal or pure, huh?”

He let out a quiet, bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to dismiss the thought. The night breeze ruffled his hair slightly, but he stayed there for a while longer, lost in his musings, his broad shoulders tense yet strangely at peace under the vast sky.

Eventually, he turned away, walking back into his room with measured steps. Sliding the glass door shut behind him, he ensured the lock clicked into place before heading toward the massive bed at the center of the room. The soft mattress seemed to beckon him as he climbed in, pulling the cool sheets over himself.

His head sank into the pillow, and though his mind was clouded with unresolved thoughts, his body betrayed him. Exhaustion took over, and within moments, Jungkook drifted into a deep sleep, his face finally relaxed, and the weight of the world temporarily lifted.

The room was quiet, bathed in the soft light of the early dawn, but Jungkook’s mind was far from peaceful. In the depths of his sleep, his dream unfolded like a vivid scene from a haunting memory.

He found himself on the edge of a desolate hill, the sky a mix of muted grays and purples, as if mourning what was about to unfold. The wind howled, whipping through the trees and carrying an eerie tension. Ahead of him stood a woman, her figure cloaked in a flowing white dress that covered her entire body. A scarf draped over her head, adding an air of mystery, but her face was obscured, blurry and indistinct.

Jungkook’s heart pounded as his gaze shifted to the man standing several feet away, a menacing presence clad in shadows. The man’s face, too, was shrouded in indistinct detail, a faceless figure of dread. In his hand, he held a gun, its barrel pointed directly at the woman.

“No! Don’t shoot her!” Jungkook shouted, his voice desperate and raw, carrying over the sound of the wind. He took a step forward, his arms outstretched, pleading. “Let her go! She didn’t do anything—please!”

The man remained unmoved, his stance cold and unyielding. The trigger was pulled, and time seemed to slow. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the hills, piercing the silence.

The woman’s white dress darkened with crimson as the bullet struck her, the stark contrast of red against white burning into Jungkook’s memory. She staggered, her body swaying as if the wind itself mourned her fall.

“No!” Jungkook screamed, his legs propelling him forward, but the ground seemed to stretch endlessly beneath him. He reached out, his fingers just inches away, but it was too late. The woman fell backward, her form disappearing into the abyss below.

The emptiness left behind was suffocating, and Jungkook stood frozen, his breaths ragged, his heart breaking.

He jolted awake, his eyes wide and his body drenched in sweat. The remnants of the dream clung to him like a shroud, his breathing labored as he sat upright. Tears streamed down his cheeks, silent but unstoppable, leaving cold trails on his flushed skin. His hands trembled as he wiped them away, his chest heaving with the weight of emotions he didn’t understand.

Glancing around the room, he searched for something to anchor himself back to reality. His gaze fell on his phone resting on the bedside table. Grabbing it, he turned it on, the glowing screen displaying 7:00 a.m.

Jungkook ran a hand through his damp hair, his fingers tugging at the strands in frustration. “What the fuck was that?” he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and shaky. “What kind of dream was that? Why… why do I feel like this?”

His brows furrowed, and he clenched his jaw, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the lingering fragments of the nightmare. “Why were there tears in my eyes? Was I crying for her?” His voice grew quieter, almost a whisper. “But who was she? And that man… who were they?”

The questions swirled in his mind like a storm, but he forced himself to push them aside. With a sharp exhale, he slapped his palms against his thighs and muttered firmly, “No. It’s just a dream. A nightmare. Nothing else.”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting there for a moment longer as he gathered his composure. His emotionless mask slowly returned, but the faint traces of unease lingered in his eyes. Shaking his head one last time, Jungkook stood up, determined to brush it off as a fleeting figment of his subconscious. Yet, deep inside, the dream left a mark he couldn’t quite erase.

Jungkook got up from his bed, his steps purposeful but slightly sluggish from the restless night. He walked to his wardrobe, pulling out a crisp black shirt and a pair of neatly pressed pants. Gathering the clothes, he headed into the bathroom to freshen up. The sound of running water echoed briefly, and soon he emerged, dressed sharply, his hair slightly damp, adding to his effortlessly cool appearance.

As he made his way downstairs, his mind preoccupied, a small figure darted out from the corner. Under his foot, a sudden soft and furry sensation made him freeze mid-step. A loud, sharp “Meow!” echoed through the hallway, startling him. He immediately took a step back, his eyes wide in surprise as a sleek gray cat bolted away, tail puffed and eyes glaring.

“What the—?!” Jungkook muttered, his heartbeat quickened from the unexpected encounter.

Before he could recover, Min-Jin came running toward him, her honey-colored hair bouncing with each step. She gasped dramatically and crouched to scoop the startled cat into her arms. “Big Bear, don’t you have eyes? You almost killed my baby!” she exclaimed, cradling the cat protectively.

Jungkook gave her an exasperated look and walked toward the dining area, muttering under his breath. He pulled out a chair at the large, luxurious dining table and sat down with a sigh. “Keep your cats away from me,” he said flatly, grabbing a piece of toast from the table. “One day, they’re going to die under my legs if they keep running around like this.”

Min-Jin followed him to the dining room, still clutching her beloved cat, her face etched with a mix of shock and exaggerated sadness. She plopped down in a chair next to their father, Mr. Jeon, who was quietly sipping his morning coffee, his newspaper resting on the table.

“Appa!” Min-Jin wailed dramatically, her voice heavy with faux sorrow. “Look at what oppa just said! He threatened my babies!” She shot a pitiful glance at her father, clutching the cat closer to her chest as if shielding it from Jungkook’s supposed wrath.

Mr. Jeon looked up from his cup, his sharp but calm gaze shifting between his children. He raised a brow and took another sip of coffee before addressing Jungkook. “Don’t tease your sister like that,” he said in his deep, steady voice.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he scoffed. “It’s not my fault this house feels like a zoo. Everywhere you go, there’s a cat. I don’t like cats.”

Min-Jin gasped, clutching her chest dramatically as if Jungkook had committed the ultimate crime. “Don’t talk bad about my babies!” she shot back, her tone a mix of indignation and teasing. Then, with a sly smirk, she added, “We’ll see what happens when your future girl turns out to be a cat lover. Then how will you react?”

Jungkook’s playful demeanor instantly shifted. His jaw tightened, and his face grew serious as he shot her a cold glance. “Nonsense,” he said curtly, his voice low and firm. “There will be no girl in my life. I won’t let anyone in.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, the weight of his words lingering. Mr. Jeon exchanged a quick glance with Min-Jin, who looked momentarily caught off guard by her brother’s sharp response.

Breaking the tension, Mr. Jeon cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Enough. Let’s not start the day like this. Jungkook, eat your breakfast. Min-Jin, leave him alone about the cats for now.”

Min-Jin stuck her tongue out at Jungkook but nodded, her dramatic energy fading. Jungkook, on the other hand, picked up his coffee cup and stared into it, his expression unreadable as he let the conversation drop.

Mrs. Jeon walked out of the kitchen carrying a steaming plate of breakfast. Her elegant yet warm demeanor filled the room with a comforting presence. She approached Jungkook at the dining table, placing the plate gently in front of him. With a soft smile, she reached out and lovingly ran her fingers through his hair.

“My precious son, the peace of my heart, my baby,” she said with pure affection, her voice soothing.

Jungkook’s expression softened immediately. He wrapped his arms around her waist, looking up at her with a warm gaze. “My gorgeous lady, the most important person in my life,” he said with sincerity, a rare smile gracing his lips. He took her hand in his and kissed it gently. “I love you, Mom.”

Mrs. Jeon’s eyes glistened slightly, her maternal love evident. She bent down and pressed a tender kiss on his head. “I love you too, my heart,” she whispered.

Watching the exchange, Mr. Jeon put down his coffee and cleared his throat dramatically, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. “Excuse me, but she’s my lady,” he said in a mock-possessive tone. “Stop trying to steal her from me, son.”

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, smirking as he looked at his father. “Relax, Dad,” he teased. “You’re just lucky I’m letting you share her with me.”

Mr. Jeon feigned offense, holding a hand to his chest as if Jungkook’s words had wounded him. “The audacity!” he exclaimed, glancing at Min-Jin for backup.

Min-Jin giggled and slid into a side hug with her father. “Don’t worry, Appa,” she said with a bright smile. “You’re the most handsome man in my life.”

Touched, Mr. Jeon softened and kissed Min-Jin on the top of her head. “That’s my girl,” he said warmly, his playful demeanor giving way to genuine affection.

Mrs. Jeon settled into her chair at the dining table, her demeanor calm but concerned as she began her breakfast. She glanced at Jungkook, her expression soft but tinged with worry. “Jungkook,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “why do you always come home so late? You know I worry about you.”

Jungkook looked at her with a reassuring but dismissive smile. “Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’ll be fine,” he replied, his tone steady but detached.

Mr. Jeon, sitting at the head of the table, set down his coffee cup and fixed Jungkook with a stern gaze. “When are you going to join the office, Jungkook?” he asked, his tone serious.

Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Dad, I’ve told you before, I’m not joining the office anytime soon. I want to enjoy my life for now.”

Mr. Jeon frowned deeply, his disappointment evident. “How long will you continue like this? You need to take responsibility. You can’t spend your whole life drifting without a purpose,” he said, his voice firm and commanding.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, and his face grew colder. “I don’t believe in this so-called ‘path,’ Dad. And I certainly don’t believe in God. There’s no such thing.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Mr. Jeon shook his head in disbelief, his voice growing more insistent. “Whatever I’ve achieved today, it’s because of God’s blessings. You have no idea how much faith can guide you.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, his tone cutting. “What you became today is because of your dedication and hard work, not because of some imaginary divine force.”

“Enough, Jungkook!” Mr. Jeon raised his voice slightly, frustration clear in his expression. “Stop being like this. You need to do something meaningful with your life!”

Jungkook stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he glared at his father. “Stop it, Dad. I’ve told you before—it’s my life. Stop forcing me to follow your path. I won’t believe in something that doesn’t exist.”

The tension in the room was palpable. Mrs. Jeon, who had been silently listening, finally spoke, her voice calm but tinged with sadness. “Jungkook,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his, “please don’t talk like that to your father. He’s right—you need to find your path in life. We’ve given you freedom in everything, even the choice to believe in God or not. But you can’t disrespect someone else’s faith or path. Everyone has their own beliefs, and you should respect that.”

Jungkook sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm his frustration. “Fine,” he said at last, his tone reluctant. “I won’t disrespect anyone’s faith. But don’t expect me to believe in it.”

Mrs. Jeon exchanged a glance with her husband, both of them sharing a mix of concern and resignation. Min-Jin, who had been quietly observing the argument, shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to ease the tension.

The family fell into silence, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air as each person reflected on their own thoughts. It was a moment filled with both understanding and conflict, a reminder of the differing beliefs and perspectives that shaped their relationships.

Mr. Jeon stood up from the dining table, adjusting his tie with a purposeful air. “I’m heading to the office,” he announced, his tone firm. He turned to Jungkook and added, “Drop your sister off at college on your way.”

Mrs. Jeon rose gracefully from her chair, moving to her husband’s side to help him put on his suit jacket. Her touch was gentle, her expression full of quiet support. Mr. Jeon leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Take care,” he said softly before stepping out of the mansion.

Mrs. Jeon watched him leave, then turned to her children. “Min-Jin, go get ready or you’ll be late,” she said with a warm but firm tone.

Min-Jin nodded with a playful smile. “Okay, eomma!” she replied, quickly getting up and heading to her room.

Jungkook walked over to his mother, his usual stoic expression softening slightly. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll see you later, Mom,” he said before stepping out of the mansion.

As Mrs. Jeon watched him leave, a quiet prayer escaped her heart. “Oh, Jesus, please guide my child to find his path.” With a sigh, she turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Outside, Jungkook stood near his sleek black bike, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. The sun bathed the driveway in soft golden light as Min-Jin came out of the mansion, her backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Ah, there’s my panda,” Jungkook teased with a smirk, looking up from his phone. “So, how would you like to go today? Bike or car?”

Min-Jin paused dramatically, tapping her chin with a playful pout. “Hmm…bike!” she declared with a grin.

Jungkook chuckled and nodded approvingly. “That’s my panda.”

He walked over to the bike and helped her get on, steadying it with one hand. “Careful now,” he said, holding her hand as she swung her leg over and settled onto the seat. Once she was seated comfortably, Jungkook climbed onto the bike as well. They both put on their helmets, the sleek black designs glinting in the sunlight. “Hold on tight,” Jungkook instructed as he revved the engine.

Min-Jin giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Ready!”

The mansion’s large iron gates creaked open as the guards waved them through. Jungkook revved the engine once more, the bike growling like a beast, and shot forward onto the smooth road. The wind whipped around them as the bike sped up, effortlessly weaving through the early morning traffic. Jungkook’s driving was precise yet thrilling, the kind of speed that sent adrenaline rushing through the veins. Min-Jin laughed in delight, her arms tightening around her brother as they zoomed past cars and trees.

“Faster, oppa!” she called out, her voice full of excitement.

Jungkook smirked under his helmet. “You’ve got it, panda,” he replied, pushing the bike to go even faster.

The roar of the engine echoed down the street as they disappeared into the horizon, leaving a trail of dust and exhilaration in their wake. Jungkook sped down the streets of Seoul, the bike roaring with power as he leaned into every turn, the wind rushing past him. Min-Jin, clinging to her brother, couldn’t help but laugh out loud in exhilaration. The city seemed to blur around them until Jungkook finally pulled up in front of her college, bringing the bike to a smooth halt. Min-Jin hopped off the bike, a wide grin plastered on her face. She took off her helmet, her hair falling back into place, and clapped her hands in excitement. “That was amazing, oppa!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “It felt like you owned the streets of Seoul!”

Jungkook, still sitting on the bike, removed his helmet and smirked at her. “Well,” he teased, “your oppa can own Seoul if he wants to.”

Min-Jin laughed, giving him a quick hug. “You’re the best!”

Jungkook leaned back on the bike, his expression playful but protective. “Now go inside. And remember, if any guy bothers you, just call me. I’ll come here and break their bones.”

Min-Jin giggled at his over-the-top warning, nodding as she handed him her helmet. “Got it, oppa.”

Just then, one of Min-Jin’s friends approached, her arm casually draping over Min-Jin’s shoulder. “What’s up, babe?” her friend greeted with a cheerful smile before hugging her.

Min-Jin returned the hug. “I’m good! How about you?”

Her friend’s gaze shifted to Jungkook, and her smile grew wider. “Hi there,” she said, her tone tinged with curiosity and admiration. “How are you?”

Jungkook, ever the reserved one, managed a polite yet forced smile. “I’m good,” he replied curtly.

Min-Jin’s friend blushed slightly, clearly flustered by his presence. Jungkook, however, didn’t pay much attention, turning to his sister instead. “Panda,” he said, his voice softening slightly, “I’ll send the driver to pick you up later. Take care, alright?”

Min-Jin nodded, her smile full of affection. “Okay, oppa. Drive safe.”

Jungkook put his helmet back on, revved the bike, and shot off at lightning speed, leaving a trail of awe-struck onlookers behind. Min-Jin and her friend stood there, watching him disappear down the road.

“Your brother is so cool,” her friend said, shaking her head in disbelief. “And ridiculously handsome!”

Min-Jin laughed, patting her friend on the back. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But trust me, he’s all bark and no bite.”

The two friends giggled, heading inside the college while the roar of Jungkook’s bike still echoed faintly in the distance. As Min-Jin and Ava strolled through the bustling college hallway, Ava nudged her playfully. “So, babes, what’s the deal with Alex? Have you decided on his proposal?”

Min-Jin sighed, rolling her eyes. “Ava, you know my answer. I’m not interested in Alex.”

Ava raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Come on, Min-Jin. The guy loves you! You should at least give him a chance.”

“Really?” Min-Jin shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “He flirts with every girl who crosses his path, and you think he loves me?”

Ava shrugged. “That’s just how he is. It doesn’t mean he’s not serious about you. Maybe he’s just waiting for you to take him seriously.”

Min-Jin stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes. “Ava, I want someone who only has eyes for me. Someone who’s a true gentleman.”

Ava burst into laughter, shaking her head. “Girl, that kind of man doesn’t exist. You’re gonna stay single forever if you keep holding out for Mr. Perfect.”

Min-Jin smiled softly but stayed firm. “If I have to wait for the right man, then so be it. I’d rather wait than settle.”

As they entered the classroom, they immediately noticed Alex sitting at his usual spot, his eyes glued to Min-Jin. She caught his gaze but quickly turned away, deliberately ignoring him as she walked to her seat. Ava raised her eyebrows, silently noting Alex’s obvious interest. Just as Min-Jin sat down, a girl approached her, holding out a neatly wrapped gift box and an envelope. “Give this to your brother,” the girl said curtly, her tone laced with arrogance.

Min-Jin blinked in confusion, staring at the gift. “Why should I? What’s in it for me?”

The girl’s eyes narrowed. “Just do what I say, or you’ll regret it.”

Min-Jin smirked, leaning back in her chair, clearly unimpressed. “You’re threatening Jungkook’s sister? Wow, you’ve got guts.”

The girl’s expression hardened, but she didn’t back down. “Do the job, or else. I’m not kidding.”

Min-Jin exchanged a glance with Ava, who was watching the exchange with wide eyes. Min-Jin chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “You’re crazy if you think you can intimidate me.”

The girl huffed, flipping her hair dramatically as she returned to her seat. Min-Jin turned to Ava, who was stifling a laugh. “This girl is making me lose my mind,” Min-Jin muttered.

Ava grinned, resting her chin on her hand. “Just ignore her. She’s not worth it.”

Min-Jin sighed, her gaze drifting toward the mysterious box on her desk. The classroom buzzed with chatter, but her mind was elsewhere, contemplating the audacity of the girl who dared to mess with her. Min-Jin watched the professor stride into the classroom and begin the lecture. She forced herself to shove the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind aside. Determined to focus, she gripped her pen tightly, her eyes fixed on the board. But she couldn’t shake the prickling sensation of being watched. Glancing to the side, her suspicions were confirmed—Alex’s eyes were locked on her, unblinking and unnervingly intense. Her stomach twisted, and an icy discomfort ran down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending not to notice, and tried to drown herself in the professor’s words. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, the weight of Alex’s stare lingered, pressing down on her like a shadow she couldn’t escape. It was suffocating, but she clenched her jaw, determined to endure it and focus on the class, as though nothing was wrong. The lecture hall was finally dismissed, and Min-Jin cleared her head as the professor exited the room. She collected her books, determined to move on from the ridiculous encounter earlier. As she walked out of class with Ava, she carried the gift box and letter Lane had given her. Without a second thought, she approached the trash can, tossing them in without hesitation.

Ava gasped, nudging Min-Jin. “Babes, if Lane sees this, she’s going to cause a scene.”

Min-Jin shrugged, her expression indifferent. “Let her. I don’t care about her drama.”

Unbeknownst to them, Lane stood at a distance, watching the entire scene. Her face flushed with anger as her fists clenched. “You’ll regret this,” she muttered under her breath, storming off to find her brother, Noah.

In the bustling canteen, Min-Jin and Ava were seated, laughing softly as they enjoyed their lunch. The tension from earlier was nowhere to be seen as Min-Jin appeared carefree, sharing a lighthearted moment with her friend. But that peace was shattered when Lane and her older brother, Noah, marched into the canteen, their eyes scanning the tables. Spotting Min-Jin, they strode directly toward her. Noah, tall and intimidating with a smirk that could provoke anyone, walked up to Min-Jin’s table. Without saying a word, he grabbed a chair and sat down, placing himself directly in front of her. Lane stood behind him, her arms crossed and her face twisted in satisfaction.

Min-Jin arched a brow, already irritated. “What do you want?”

Noah reached for Min-Jin’s plate, took a bite of her food, and smirked. “What’s wrong? Can’t a pretty girl share her food?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a provocative whisper. “If you’re open to sharing, we could share something more... intimate. How about your bed?”

The surrounding students gasped, the cafeteria falling into a stunned silence. Ava’s jaw dropped as Min-Jin’s face turned stone cold. Her eyes blazed with fury.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Min-Jin hissed, standing abruptly.

Noah’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Don’t act so innocent, sweetheart. I’m offering you a deal most girls would kill for.”

Without warning, Min-Jin’s hand lashed out, delivering a resounding slap across Noah’s face. The sound echoed through the canteen, drawing gasps from every corner. Noah’s head snapped to the side, his cheek instantly reddening. “You disgusting bastard!” Min-Jin spat, her voice trembling with rage. “How dare you speak to me like that?”

Noah’s expression darkened as he slowly turned his head back to face her. His smirk was gone, replaced by a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You bitch,” he snarled, grabbing Min-Jin’s arm in a tight grip. “How dare you lay a hand on me?”

The canteen erupted into chaos as students began murmuring, some pulling out their phones to record the scene. Ava jumped to her feet, her voice shaking. “Let her go, Noah! You’re crossing the line!”

Min-Jin winced as Noah’s grip tightened, but she didn’t back down. Her defiance was written all over her face. “Touch me again,” she said through gritted teeth, “and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Lane, standing smugly behind her brother, laughed mockingly. “You’ve done it now, Min-Jin. You think you’re untouchable because of your brother? Let’s see what you can do without him.”

The tension in the canteen was palpable, with everyone watching, unsure of what would happen next. Min-Jin, though furious and slightly trembling, held her ground, her eyes locked on Noah’s. She wasn’t about to let him intimidate her, no matter the consequences. The canteen fell into a tense silence as Noah’s grip on Min-Jin’s arm tightened. His voice dripped with malice as he dragged her across the floor. “Let’s see how long you can stay so pure, princess. Today, you’ll belong to me—every part of you.”

Min-Jin struggled against his hold, her voice steady despite the fear in her chest. “Don’t you dare think about it! You’ll regret this, Noah. I swear you will.”

The onlookers gasped, some recording the unfolding scene, their whispers filling the air. Ava, panic-stricken, stepped in front of Lane, her voice trembling with anger. “Stop this! Tell your brother to let her go, Lane. You know this has gone too far!”

Lane crossed her arms and smirked, her expression unapologetic. “Why would I? No one can stop him. Not you, not her, and definitely not her precious brother.”

Ava’s fury flared. “You’re disgusting, just like him!”

Meanwhile, Noah dragged Min-Jin down the hall, ignoring her protests and the shocked murmurs of the crowd. He shoved her into an empty classroom and slammed the door shut behind him. The loud bang echoed in the hallway, leaving everyone outside frozen in fear. Inside, Min-Jin backed away, her breathing uneven as she tried to stay calm. “Noah, open the door and let me go. You’ll regret this.”

Noah’s smirk widened as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, caressing her face with a twisted sense of control. “Nobody can save you now, sweetheart. Not your brother, not anyone. Today, you’re mine.”

Min-Jin’s heart raced, but she didn’t falter. “I swear you’ll regret this,” she said through gritted teeth, her mind racing for a way to escape. In her heart, she silently cried out, Oppa, save me.

Outside, Ava banged on the locked classroom door with all her strength. “Let her go, Noah! Don’t you dare touch her, you bastard!” Her voice cracked with desperation, but Noah didn’t respond. Ava turned to Lane, pointing a trembling finger at her. “You think this is funny? You’re as disgusting as he is!” Without waiting for a response, Ava pulled out her phone, her hands shaking as she dialled a number. Jungkook, who was hanging out with Ari and Ji-ho in a quiet café, felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen.

He hesitated but answered. “Hello?”

The moment he heard Ava’s panicked voice, his relaxed demeanor vanished. “Jungkook, it’s Ava! Min-Jin’s in trouble! She had a fight with this guy named Noah, and he dragged her into an empty classroom. He locked the door, and I think he’s going to hurt her. Please, come fast!”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as the words sank in. His jaw clenched, and his grip on the phone tightened. “Where are you?” he demanded, his tone sharp.

“We’re at the college canteen. It’s near the main hall—” Ava began, but the call ended abruptly.

Jungkook shoved his phone into his pocket, anger radiating off him. Without a word to his friends, he stormed outside, his mind racing. He threw his leg over his bike, started it with a deafening roar, and sped off at an almost reckless speed. The determination in his eyes was unmistakable. His sister was in danger, and nothing would stop him from getting to her in time. Jungkook gripped the handlebars of his bike tightly as he weaved through traffic, pushing the engine to its limits. His jaw was clenched, and his mind was ablaze with thoughts of his sister. His heart pounded with anger, each beat fueling his resolve. Whoever you are, Noah, you will regret every single second of your life. If even one tear falls from my sister’s eyes, I’ll make sure you suffer in ways you’ve never imagined. He reached Min-Jin’s college in record time, skidding his bike to a halt in front of the gates. The tires screeched, drawing the attention of onlookers. Jungkook barely noticed them as he parked the bike, got off, and sprinted inside. His broad shoulders were tense, his face a storm of fury and determination. Bursting into the canteen, he shouted, his deep voice echoing across the room, “Min-Jin! Where are you?”

All eyes turned to him, shocked by his intense presence and the raw anger radiating off him. Ava hurried to his side, her face pale with worry. “Jungkook!” she called out, rushing over. “Noah took her to that classroom,” she pointed down the hallway.

Jungkook didn’t waste a second. His eyes briefly met Lane’s, and her smug expression faltered under his burning gaze. Without a word, he stormed toward the classroom Ava had pointed out, his steps echoing ominously in the corridor. Reaching the door, he banged his fist against it so hard the sound reverberated like thunder. His voice was a low, menacing growl. “I’m giving you one minute to open this damn door. If you don’t, I swear, I’ll break it down.”

Inside the classroom, Noah froze for a moment before smirking at Min-Jin. “Looks like your knight in shining armor is here,” he said mockingly. He tightened his grip on her arm, his other hand brushing her face. “But he can’t save you now.”

Min-Jin’s voice cracked as she whispered, “Oppa…”

Hearing her desperate plea from the other side of the door ignited something primal in Jungkook. He took a step back, then slammed his foot into the door with all his strength. The lock shattered, and the door flew open with a crash. Jungkook’s sharp gaze zeroed in on Noah, who was holding Min-Jin tightly and touching her face. The sight made his blood boil. In an instant, he crossed the room and delivered a powerful kick to Noah’s chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Jungkook dropped to his knees in front of Min-Jin, his hands cupping her face gently. “Don’t worry, Panda,” he said softly, his voice filled with concern. “Your oppa is here. Did he hurt you? What did he do?”

Tears welled up in Min-Jin’s eyes as she spoke in a trembling voice, “He… he said he’d… he told me to share a bed with him… that he’d claim me as his own.”

Jungkook’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as a murderous rage took over. “He said that, did he?” he growled. “He’s going to regret it now.”

Ava rushed in, pulling Min-Jin into a comforting hug. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling. Min-Jin nodded against Ava’s shoulder, but her body still shook slightly from the shock.

Jungkook stood, his fists clenched. “Ava, take care of her. I’ll handle this bastard.”

Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed Noah by the collar, yanking him off the floor with ease. Noah groaned, trying to regain his balance, but Jungkook dragged him out into the hallway like a rag doll.

The students who had gathered to watch stepped back in fear as Jungkook pushed Noah to the ground. “You think you can touch my sister and get away with it?” Jungkook snarled, his voice laced with venom. “You’re going to regret every word you said, every move you made.”

The hallway was silent except for the sound of Jungkook’s heavy breathing and Noah’s groans. Lane, standing in the crowd, looked horrified but didn’t dare intervene. Jungkook’s rage hadn’t subsided. His eyes burned with a promise of retribution, his presence dominating the room. Noah lay on the ground, trembling as he realised he had underestimated the wrath of Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook knelt down, gripping Noah’s collar tightly, his knuckles white with fury. With one swift motion, he slammed his fist into Noah’s face, the sound of the impact echoing down the hallway. “How dare you touch my sister?” Jungkook roared, his voice filled with raw anger. He punched him again, harder this time. “And you thought you could say those filthy things? I’ll make you regret it so much that you won’t even dare to look at anyone else!”

Noah, his face already bruised and swelling, raised his hands weakly, trying to shield himself. “I’m sorry!” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I won’t do it again! Please, I—”

“Sorry?” Jungkook snarled, cutting him off. His voice was laced with venom as he leaned in closer, his dark eyes piercing through Noah. “Do you think I’ll give you a chance to hurt anyone else? You crossed the line, and now you’ll pay.”

Jungkook’s punches rained down on Noah’s face and torso, each blow landing with merciless precision. Blood trickled from Noah’s lip and nose as he tried to crawl away, but Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and threw him back to the floor. Noah whimpered, his voice barely audible, as he pleaded, “Please, stop! I’ve learned my lesson!” Students stood frozen in shock, unable to tear their eyes away from the brutal scene unfolding before them. Whispers spread like wildfire, and the tension in the air was palpable. The professors rushed into the hallway, their faces pale as they took in the sight of Jungkook towering over a bloodied Noah. “Jungkook! Stop this madness right now!” one of them shouted, stepping forward.

Jungkook turned his head slowly, his expression a dangerous mix of rage and warning. His sharp glare silenced the professor mid-step. “Stay out of this,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and menacing. “This is between me and him. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

The professors hesitated, unsure of how to intervene against someone radiating such unrestrained fury. Jungkook’s eyes scanned the hallway, locking onto a metal rod leaning against the wall. Without a second thought, he strode over and grabbed it, his grip tight as his knuckles turned white. The crowd gasped collectively, realising the escalation of the situation.

Noah’s eyes widened in horror as Jungkook approached, the rod glinting under the fluorescent lights. “N-No, please!” Noah stammered, scrambling backwards. “Don’t do this! I’m begging you!”

Jungkook stopped in front of him, towering over the trembling figure. His voice was a cold, deadly whisper. “You touched my sister with your filthy hands,” he hissed, lifting the rod. “Now, I’m going to make sure you never use them again.”

With that, he brought the rod down, striking Noah’s arm with a sickening thud. Noah screamed in pain as blood began to drip from his hand. Jungkook’s strikes were relentless, each one fueled by his unwavering anger. The crowd gasped in horror, some turning away from the brutal sight, while others recorded the scene with shaky hands. Lane stood frozen, her face pale as she watched her brother being beaten mercilessly. “Jungkook! Stop!” one of the professors pleaded, but no one dared to physically intervene.

Jungkook wasn’t listening. His focus was solely on Noah, his strikes deliberate and punishing. “You thought you could get away with this?” he growled, hitting Noah again. “You thought you could threaten my sister and walk free? I’ll make you regret every second of your existence!”

Blood smeared the floor, and Noah’s cries grew weaker as he struggled to stay conscious. Jungkook’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his grip on the rod still firm. The hallway was eerily silent except for the sound of Noah’s groans and the muffled whispers of the crowd. As Jungkook raised the rod again, Min-Jin rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “Oppa, stop!” she cried desperately. “You’ve done enough. Please, stop before it gets worse.” Jungkook froze for a moment, his sister’s name echoing in his mind. Slowly, his grip on the rod loosened, and it clattered to the floor. His fists were still clenched, but his breathing began to steady. He turned to Ava and Min-Jin, his protective instincts overpowering his anger. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now but still tinged with residual fury.

Min-Jin nodded, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m fine, Oppa. Please, let’s just go.”

Jungkook glanced down at Noah, who lay broken and bloodied on the floor. With one last glare, he spat, “If you even think about coming near my sister again, I’ll make sure this is nothing compared to what’s coming next.” He then walked over to Min-Jin, placing a protective arm around her shoulders, and guided her out of the hallway, leaving behind a stunned and silent crowd. Jungkook and Min-Jin stepped out of the college. They paused by his sleek black bike. The tension was still palpable in the air, but Jungkook turned to his sister with a softened gaze. He gently wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks with his thumb. “Look at me,” he said firmly, his voice low but steady. “You’re Jeon Jungkook’s sister. Tears are for the weak, not for a strong girl like you. Do you understand?”

Min-Jin sniffled, nodding slightly, but the worry was still etched on her face. “Oppa,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “They’ll call the police. What if they take you away? What if—”

“Hey,” Jungkook interrupted, his tone sharp but protective. He placed both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. No one would dare touch me. Let them try, and they’ll regret it. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters.” Still unconvinced but trusting her brother, Min-Jin nodded again. Jungkook helped her onto the bike with a firm yet gentle touch, adjusting her helmet securely with his hands. “Hold on tight,” he said, his voice softening for a moment.

Jungkook climbed onto the bike and pulled out his phone, dialling Ji-Ho’s number. His expression darkened as soon as the call connected. “Ji-Ho,” he said briskly. “I need you to delete all the videos from social media before they go viral. Handle the police too. I don’t want any mistakes.”

On the other end, Ji-Ho’s confident voice came through. “Don’t worry, Jungkook. Consider it done in five minutes.”

Satisfied, Jungkook ended the call without another word. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he donned his helmet and revved the engine. The bike roared to life, and in one smooth motion, they sped off, leaving the college behind. The wind whipped past them as Jungkook navigated the streets with precision, his speed a testament to his anger and determination. They soon arrived at the grand gates of the Jeon mansion, and the guards immediately opened them, bowing slightly as the siblings entered. Jungkook drove the bike up to the front of the mansion and parked it smoothly. Min-Jin dismounted, removing her helmet with a shaky breath, and Jungkook followed, taking off his helmet and placing it on the bike. He turned to his sister, his protective instincts still on high alert.

“Don’t tell Mom anything,” he instructed firmly. “She’ll get worried, and I don’t want her to know about this. Just make up an excuse for coming home early.”

Min-Jin hesitated, then nodded obediently. “I won’t say anything, Oppa,” she promised.

Jungkook’s expression softened as he reached out to lightly pat her head. “Good girl,” he said with a small smile. “Now go inside and rest. You’ve had a tough day.”

Together, they entered the mansion, their bond stronger than ever despite the day’s chaos. Jungkook’s presence radiated reassurance, and Min-Jin couldn’t help but feel safe, knowing her brother would always be there to protect her. Jungkook and Min-Jin walked through the mansion’s grand hallway, the warm, comforting presence of their mother, Mrs. Jeon, greeted them. She smiled brightly and approached them with open arms. “My babies,” she said lovingly, pulling them into a hug. As she embraced them, Mrs. Jeon noticed the redness around Min-Jin’s eyes. Her expression immediately turned to concern. “Did my flower cry? Why are your eyes red?” she asked, gently brushing her hand over Min-Jin’s cheek.

Before Min-Jin could respond, Jungkook interjected with a quick excuse, his tone casual but convincing. “She’s fine, Mom. Probably just tired from studying too much.”

Mrs. Jeon wasn’t entirely convinced but decided not to press further. She turned back to Min-Jin with a tender smile. “Why are you home early, my love?”

Min-Jin looked up at her mother, a soft smile forming on her lips as she played along. “Eomma, I was missing you, and I was feeling tired. That’s all.”

Mrs. Jeon’s expression melted into pure affection. “Aww, my baby. Go and take some rest. I’ll make your favourite food,” she said, patting Min-Jin’s head gently.

Jungkook, standing beside them, wrapped an arm around his mother’s shoulders and teased with a mock-pout. “All this love for your flower, but what about your heart? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me!”

Mrs. Jeon chuckled and pinched his cheek playfully. “You are the peace of my heart, Jungkook, and I love you both equally. I’ll make your favourite food too. Happy now?”

Min-Jin smiled at the scene and excused herself, heading upstairs to her room to rest. Meanwhile, Mrs. Jeon turned her attention back to Jungkook. Her sharp eyes caught a reddish stain on his shirt. “Jungkook,” she said, her tone shifting slightly. “Why is there blood on your shirt?”

Jungkook hesitated for a split second but quickly recovered, laughing it off. “Mom, it’s not blood. It’s ketchup. I was in a rush and spilled some while eating. Don’t worry—I’ll clean it up.”

Mrs. Jeon gave him a look, as if debating whether to believe him, but eventually nodded. “Alright, but be careful next time.”

Jungkook smiled and kissed her forehead. “You worry too much. I’ll go clean up now.”

He then made his way upstairs, leaving Mrs. Jeon standing in the hallway, her maternal instincts still faintly tingling. Deciding not to overthink it, she walked toward the kitchen, calling out instructions to the maids on preparing a lavish meal for her children. Though tension lingered in the air, the love and warmth of the Jeon family managed to shine through, binding them even closer together. After some time, Min-Jin and Jungkook came downstairs, both dressed in comfortable clothes. They settled into the plush couch in the living room, flipping through channels and laughing at the TV. Jungkook, noticing Min-Jin still seemed a bit tense, started teasing her with playful jabs to lighten her mood. Min-Jin rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto her face. Just as the atmosphere grew lighter, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the mansion, followed by Mr. Jeon’s booming voice. “Jungkook! Where are you?” he shouted, his tone laced with frustration.

Min-Jin immediately turned to her brother, concern evident in her eyes. “Oppa, what’s going on?” she asked nervously.

Jungkook sighed, ruffling her hair reassuringly. “Stay here. I’ll handle Dad.” He got up from the couch, squaring his shoulders as he walked toward the hallway. Mrs. Jeon, hearing the commotion, also emerged from the kitchen, curiosity etched on her face.

In the grand hallway, Mr. Jeon stood, his face dark with anger. Jungkook approached him calmly, trying to gauge the situation. “What happened, Dad?” he asked evenly, though his voice carried a hint of tension.

Mr. Jeon turned to his son, his expression sharp. “What happened? Do you think it’s funny to go around doing whatever you please without thinking about the consequences?” he demanded, his voice rising.

Mrs. Jeon frowned, her worry deepening. “What did he do now? What happened?” she asked, stepping closer to them.

Mr. Jeon, catching her concerned tone, softened his expression slightly. “Uh, honey, it’s nothing serious. He’s just been spending money on some...useless things,” he lied, clearly wanting to keep her out of the real matter.

Mrs. Jeon raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the explanation. “You two are impossible. Always finding new ways to give me a mini heart attack,” she said, throwing her hands up dramatically.

Both men chuckled, easing the tension momentarily. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. But don’t push your luck, or I’ll get to the bottom of it!” she said teasingly before heading back to the kitchen.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Mr. Jeon’s smile faded, replaced by a stern look. He stepped closer to Jungkook, lowering his voice. “Now tell me the truth. Why did you beat that boy to a pulp? His parents filed a complaint with the police. Do you know how serious this is?”

Jungkook’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “They should be glad I didn’t kill him,” he said coldly, his tone carrying a dangerous edge.

Mr. Jeon’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. “What are you talking about? What did he do to deserve that kind of beating?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check. “He dared to touch Min-Jin,” he said, his voice colder than before. “He dragged her into an empty classroom, put his filthy hands on her, and told her he wanted to sleep with her. Her friend called me, and I came to handle it.”

Mr. Jeon’s eyes widened in shock, his face paling as the gravity of the situation sunk in. “He...what?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides. “That bastard thought he could harm my sister and get away with it. They should thank their god I didn’t do worse.”

For a moment, Mr. Jeon was silent, his expression a mixture of rage and disbelief. Finally, he exhaled deeply, his voice calmer but still firm. “You should have told me this first. We could have handled it legally instead of risking you getting into trouble.”

Jungkook shook his head. “With all due respect, Dad, the law doesn’t scare people like him. But my fists do. I made sure he and everyone else know that Min-Jin isn’t someone they can mess with.”

Mr. Jeon studied his son, seeing the protective fire in his eyes. Though he disapproved of Jungkook’s methods, he couldn’t deny the pride swelling in his chest. Finally, he sighed, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I understand your anger. But next time, let me handle it first. You’re my son, and I don’t want to lose you to rash decisions.”

Jungkook nodded slightly, his expression softening. “I’ll think about it,” he said, though his tone suggested he would still act the same way if the situation repeated itself.

Mr. Jeon sighed again, knowing his son was as stubborn as he was. Together, they walked back to the living room, the tension easing slightly but the weight of the incident still lingering in the air. Mr. Jeon removed his suit jacket and handed it to a maid, instructing her to place it in his room. He then walked to the couch, where Min-Jin was sitting, and lowered himself beside her. Gently pulling her close, he wrapped an arm around her and caressed her head lovingly. Pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, he said, “You’re Appa’s brave girl. Don’t be upset; everything will be fine. Your Appa will handle everything.”

Min-Jin smiled at his reassuring words and leaned into him. “I know, Appa. You and Oppa would never let anything happen to me,” she said, her voice soft but filled with trust.

Jungkook, standing nearby, couldn’t help but smile as he watched the tender moment between his father and sister. Just then, Mrs. Jeon called loudly from the dining area, “Come on, everyone! Lunch is ready!”

They all got up and made their way to the dining room. The family settled into their usual spots around the table as Mrs. Jeon began serving the dishes. Once everyone had their plates full, she sat down to join them. As they ate, Mr. Jeon cleared his throat and announced, “Tonight, we’re attending a business party. Be ready before 7 p.m.”

Mrs. Jeon and Min-Jin nodded in agreement, but Jungkook frowned slightly. “I’m not going,” he said bluntly, picking at his food. “I’m not interested.”

Mr. Jeon’s gaze turned sharp as he looked at his son. “You have to go. It’s important that you meet people and build connections. When the time comes for you to take over as CEO, it’ll make things much easier.”

Mrs. Jeon chimed in, her tone gentle but persuasive. “Come on, Jungkook, don’t say no. It’s not just for you; it’s for the family.”

Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Fine,” he relented, glancing at his mother. “But only because Mom is asking me.”

Mrs. Jeon smiled, satisfied with his response. “Good. Now, eat up. You’ll need your energy for tonight.”

The rest of the meal was filled with light conversation and occasional teasing. Min-Jin shared stories from her day, carefully avoiding the more troubling parts, while Mrs. Jeon offered updates on household matters. Jungkook, though reluctant about the party, cracked a few jokes, easing the atmosphere further. As the family finished their meal, the anticipation for the evening began to build, each member mentally preparing for the eventful night ahead. After lunch, everyone retreated to their own rooms. Jungkook entered his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He pulled out his phone and dialled Ji-Ho’s number.

“How long do you need to finish the work?” Jungkook asked, his tone calm but firm.

“By morning, the work will be done,” Ji-Ho replied confidently.

Jungkook nodded, though Ji-Ho couldn’t see him. “I don’t want any mistakes, Ji-Ho. One slip-up can ruin everything.”

“I know, man. Don’t worry. Everything will be under control by tomorrow,” Ji-Ho assured him.

“I trust you,” Jungkook said simply before ending the call.