Taekook ?? "UNEXPECTED LOVE"

Taehyung was consumed by a desperate need to bring Jungkook to heel. He couldn't tolerate Jungkook's defiant spirit, his habit of challenging every word. He saw an opportunity in Jungkook's vulnerability, and the young man's misfortunes deepened. Jungkook already carried the weight of the world. After his father's death, his mother had been forced to sell their home to ensure his future. She took on a crushing loan, determined to provide for Jungkook and his sister's education. Jungkook, despite his youth, shouldered the family's burdens. His mother's small restaurant barely provided enough to feed them. Their lives were a constant struggle. But then, a new blow fell. Jungkook received a notice that sent a chill down his spine. He immediately called.
"Ahjumma," he said, his voice strained, "we're so grateful for your understanding over the years, for helping us through difficult times. But... couldn't you have given us some warning, a little more time, before doubling the rent?"

"Oh, Jungkook-ah," she replied, her voice filled with regret, "I understand your situation, dear. But I was just as surprised as you. Your uncle... he received a very good offer, and he sold the building without a second thought."

"But... is there nothing you can do?"
Jungkook pleaded.

"I'm so sorry, dear. We're no longer your landlords. You'll have to speak to the new owner. I'll give you their details."

"Okay, thank you. I appreciate your kindness," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. Min Yoongi approached, his brow furrowed with concern. "Yah, Jungkook-ah, what are you doing here all alone?"
Jungkook hesitated, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "Ah, hyung... I thought you had surgery today."
"I did, but the patient has a sinus infection. It's been postponed until next week. It's evening already, let's get some coffee."Jungkook simply nodded, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.

"Excuse me, here are two iced Americanos," a waiter said, placing the drinks on the table.

"Hyung, let me make one more call first," Jungkook said, his voice tight.
"Sure, go ahead."

"Hello, Mr. Cha Eun Su? This is Jeon Jungkook, your tenant," he began. "I'd like to discuss the rent. Doubling it without notice... it's become incredibly difficult for me..."

"Just a moment, sir," Mr. Cha interrupted. "I'm just an employee, acting on behalf of my superior. You'll have to speak to the property buyer. I can't do anything about this."

"How can I reach him?" Jungkook asked, his anxiety rising.

"Would you like me to connect you directly?"

"Yes, please, that would be wonderful."Jungkook stood rigid, nervously biting his nails, his lips dry and cracked. His legs trembled, a physical manifestation of the anxiety that consumed him. He was already stretched to his limit, trying to provide for his family. This added pressure felt unbearable. "Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?" he muttered to himself. Then, his phone rang. A deep, resonant voice sent shivers down his spine, raising goosebumps on his skin. "So, you finally found the time to call me, Mr. Jeon... Jungkook." He forced a weak smile, his voice trembling slightly. "Hello, Mister. You know who I am, that's good."

"How could I forget your... Abusive sweet talk and nasty attitude?"

Jungkook stammered, his mind racing. "E-excuse me, Mister, but what are you talking about?"

"Don't you recognize me? Do I need to remind you of every detail of our... encounter in the dorm that day?"

"Crap... don't tell me you..."