Chapter 1
INTROCUTION
Boyfriend Rental: No Return“Their love was a script he commissioned, yet his heart kept rewriting the lines without permission.”
Character Introduction
KIM TAEHYUNG
Age: 18 years High school Student. Lives with his Aunt’s Family. Science Major.
JEON JUNGKOOK
Age : 18 years. High school student. Lives in dorm. Arts Major.
Furthermore characters information will be given in Chapters. So i won’t include any of the side character with mains.
THIS IS PURELY MY IDEA. EVERY CONTEXT AND EVERY SCENE. EVERY LOVE.
PC: every picture to it’s original owner.
This book contains.
BOY×BOY
Contract issues
Fluff
Angst(little)
Some trauma incident.
of course smut
More cute
More loveMore sweet.Family issues
• Topkook• Bottomtae
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Jungkook sat in the corner of the art room, sketchbook in hand, his focus wavering between the blank page and the chatter of his classmates.
The teacher, Ms. Choi, stood at the front, flipping through the pages of her own notes.
“Alright, everyone,” she called out, her voice firm but warm.
“For your semester-end project, you’ll need to bring a partners, friends, boyfriend or girlfriend—to be the model for your final piece. It’s important that you capture both personality and anatomy, so think carefully about who you choose.”
A few students exchanged excited glances, already planning who they’d ask.
Jungkook, however, remained silent, the faintest frown tugging at his lips.
He wasn’t exactly excited about the idea of bringing someone—especially since his love life was more... nonexistent than anything else.
A sudden, playful voice interrupted his thoughts. “Yo, Jungkook,” called out Jisung , leaning back in his chair with a teasing smirk.
“I guess you’ll just have to draw a blank canvas, huh? Since we all know you won’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend, even a friend anytime soon.”
A few snickers followed his words, and some of the other students turned to look at Jungkook, waiting for his reaction.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond immediately.
He had long been the target of these lighthearted jabs, and he wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of seeing him bothered.
Instead, he placed his pencil down and glanced around, maintaining his cool demeanor.
“I’ll find someone,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, his voice low but confident. “Unlike some people, I don’t need to make it public.”
The room fell quiet for a moment, the challenge in his tone clear. Jisung raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback, but Jungkook just leaned back in his chair, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Even the doubt of whom to bring, it isn’t a hard Job for him to find someone and tell them to sit here.
Many girls will completely agree and throw them on him but he wasn’t interested in those.
Somehow, he always managed to keep the upper hand, even when they thought they had him cornered.
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The sun had dipped low, leaving a soft orange glow against the horizon.
Taehyung walked slowly along the sidewalk, a small convenience store bag dangling from his hand, the corner of a triangular kimbap peeking out.
His friend had already taken a turn toward the dorms, waving him off with a casual “See you tomorrow,” and Taehyung was left with the quiet hum of the neighborhood and the distant honk of cars.
He pushed open the gate to the modest house where he’d been living since he is 10, his aunt’s home.
The scent of dinner was already in the air, something warm and familiar. As soon as the door creaked open, the pitter-patter of little feet echoed from the hallway.
“Tae-hyung! You’re back!” His young cousin wrapped herself around his waist, grinning up at him with flour on her cheek.
“I got you strawberry milk,” Taehyung said with a smile, handing her the treat from the bag. She squealed and ran to the kitchen to show her mother.
His aunt peeked out next, wiping her hands on a towel. “You shouldn’t have spent your money, sweetheart,” she scolded gently. “Come eat.”
Taehyung offered a soft smile, nodding silently as he slipped off his shoes.
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Later that night, he passed by the kitchen to get a glass of water when he heard his uncle’s low voice through the cracked door of the bedroom.
“...and Taehyung’s tuition? How long can we keep this up, Hyejin? Jinie’s fees from London already eat up everything. I just don’t want the boy to feel he has to drop out because of us...”
Taehyung froze. The words clung to his chest like cold air.
He backed away slowly, returning to his room without the water. Inside, he sank onto his bed, his head leaning against the wall.
He’d always felt it—the weight of being taken in, the smiles too kind, the hugs too warm for someone who knew he didn’t quite belong.
He had tried everything to get into the college dorms, to relieve them of even the smallest burden, but the lists were always full.
He stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, hands clasped in his lap.
I don’t want to be this... extra load they have to carry, he thought bitterly.I need to find a way. Anything. A job. A dorm. Something.
The Strawberry milk in the kitchen was probably already half gone. He smiled faintly at the thought.
Even if he felt like a burden, they still treated him like family. And that made it hurt worse.
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Late Afternoon. The soft hum of lo-fi music drifted through the cozy café, a little off-campus gem tucked between a laundromat and a secondhand bookstore ′ When life gives you tangerine’.
Jungkook sat near the window, sketchbook open in front of him, untouched espresso growing cold by his hand. His pencil tapped against the paper as he stared at a blank figure he couldn’t quite bring to life.
The bell above the door jingled.
He glanced up out of habit—and then did a double-take.
A beautiful boy walked in with the wind still clinging to him, scarf slightly loose around his neck, kind of looks like he directly came here after school hours, in uniform.
But what caught Jungkook’s eye wasn’t the tired slouch or the dreamy way The boy looked at the pastry case.
It was the college ID card clipped to his bag strap.
Same school.
The boy didn’t notice him. He ordered a Choco chip milkshake and a butter croissant, voice low but polite, then moved to a corner table with a view of the street.
His fingers toyed with the straw, stirring the drink absently as his eyes drifted—lost in something else. Something heavy.
Jungkook stared for another moment, then stood.
He walked over casually, notebook in hand, and stopped beside the other table. “Hey.”
The boy looked up, wary but not rude.
“You go to Yonsei?” Jungkook asked, nodding toward the ID.
The boy glanced down and gave a small nod. “Yeah. You?”
Jungkook turned his sketchbook slightly, revealing the university logo on the cover. “Art department.”
The boy blinked. “Cool.”
There was a pause. Not awkward, just... unfilled.
Jungkook leaned against the back of the chair opposite him. “Random question— are you Bi? Do you have a boyfriend?”
The boy’s eyes narrowed slightly, brow arching. “W-What?”
“For a project,” Jungkook clarified. “We’re supposed to draw our partner. Model sessions. I don’t have one. You’re from the same school, so it works. You’ve got... a good face.”
The boy tilted his head, skeptical. “Do you normally hit people with half a compliment and a weird proposition in coffee shops?”
Jungkook smirked. “Only when I’m desperate.”
The gave a dry laugh and took a sip of his drink. “Let me guess—you’ll pay me in caffeine and charm?”
“I was thinking Choco milkshake.”
That caught him off-guard. Just a flicker. But it was there.
“Lucky guess?” The boy asked, eyes narrowing just a little.
Jungkook shrugged. “You look like the type.”
The studied him for a moment longer, then slowly nodded to the empty seat. “Sit down. Let’s talk terms.”
“Jeon Jungkook” he gave a curt nod.
The boy smiled. And gave his hand for handshake and Jungkook shook.
“Kim Taehyung”
“Pretty name for pretty face--cool!”
Jungkook pulled out the chair and sat without hesitation, flipping open his sketchbook and grabbing a pencil.
He didn’t know Taehyung’s story. But something told him he wasn’t the only one carrying more weight than he let on.
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