Taehyung, a new student at Bangtan University, is late for class and collides with Jungkook while running down the hallway. Jungkook doesn't notice Taehyung, but Taehyung is immediately taken aback by Jungkook's handsomeness. Taehyung becomes obsess...
The night air was crisp as Taehyung’s sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of Jungkook’s house. The soft hum of the engine lingered for a moment before he turned it off, casting the street into silence. Taehyung glanced at Jungkook, watching as the older boy unbuckled his seatbelt and prepared to step out.
“Thank you for the ride, Taehyung-ssi,” Jungkook said, flashing a polite smile. His voice was warm, unguarded, completely unaware of the intensity of the gaze fixed upon him.
Taehyung merely nodded, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he watched Jungkook step out and disappear behind the front door. The moment the door shut, a strange emptiness crept into his chest. He had spent the entire evening by Jungkook’s side, and yet it didn’t feel like enough.
The drive back to his mansion was quiet, yet his mind was anything but. Images of Jungkook flashed through his thoughts—his laughter, his excited eyes during the concert, the way he had hugged Taehyung in pure joy. He clenched his jaw, feeling something close to frustration. Why did he have to be so intoxicating?
Stepping into his grand estate, Taehyung ignored the greetings of his staff and headed straight to his private quarters. The first thing he did was shed his clothes and step into the shower, but even as the hot water cascaded down his skin, he couldn’t shake off the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s presence. His scent still clung to Taehyung’s suit, a subtle reminder of their closeness tonight.
Once changed, he made his way to the control room—his secret sanctuary, the one place where he could keep Jungkook close even when they were apart. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the glow of multiple screens. Footage from strategically placed cameras flickered across the monitors, showcasing various locations, but Taehyung’s eyes were drawn to one screen in particular—the one displaying Jungkook’s bedroom.
He leaned forward, eyes sharp, watching as Jungkook moved around his room. The older boy had already changed into comfortable clothes, his damp hair messily falling over his forehead as he walked towards the kitchen. Taehyung’s fingers drummed lightly against the desk as he observed, curiosity piqued.
Jungkook opened the fridge, scanned its contents, and then sighed softly.
"My banana milk is over... I think."
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Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly. He’s sad... over banana milk? The realization was oddly endearing, but at the same time, something inside him stirred. The idea of Jungkook feeling even the slightest bit of disappointment—no matter how trivial the reason—bothered him immensely.
Without hesitation, Taehyung reached for his phone and dialed a number.
"Get a bottle of banana milk and deliver it to Jungkook’s house. Make sure he doesn’t see you."
His subordinate hesitated briefly before responding, "Yes, Boss."
Though the man knew better than to question Taehyung’s orders, he couldn’t help but wonder—why was his boss going to such lengths for a mere university student? But he knew better than to ask.
