chapter 1 to 10 : Phoenix in his arms

 

Chapter One: The Cold Professor

Nestled in the heart of a serene mountain range, Phoenix Ridge University stood as a beacon of academic excellence and tradition. Founded over a century ago by visionary educators, the university embodied the ideals of rebirth and transformation, much like the mythical phoenix it was named after. With its motto, "From Ashes, We Rise," the institution prides itself on molding the next generation of leaders, thinkers, and innovators.

The sprawling campus was a perfect blend of history and modernity. Majestic stone buildings with gothic arches and large stained-glass windows coexisted with sleek, contemporary structures. Verdant gardens, cobblestone pathways, and reflecting ponds stretched across the grounds, offering students a breathtaking environment to learn and grow.

The Phoenix Library, one of the university's most treasured landmarks, housed an extensive collection of rare books and manuscripts. Its grand central atrium was illuminated by a massive stained-glass phoenix that cast vibrant colors across the polished floors.

Beyond academics, the university was known for its rigorous programs and diverse departments, each designed to push the boundaries of knowledge.

• The School of Renaissance Studies explored the rebirth of knowledge across literature, arts, and sciences.
• The Institute of Innovative Technologies spearheaded cutting-edge research, merging technology with societal progress.
• The Department of Mythology and Folklore delved into ancient legends, cultural narratives, and their impact on modern society.
• The College of Environmental Sciences focused on sustainability and ecological conservation.

Among these renowned departments was the Business and Entrepreneurship Department, overseen by the university’s most feared and respected professor—Kim Taehyung.

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The morning air at Phoenix Ridge University was crisp, the scent of pine and freshly brewed coffee lingering in the hallways. Students bustled through the grand corridors, some clutching textbooks while others hurried to their first lecture of the day. Among the many classes starting that morning, one was particularly dreaded—the Advanced Business Strategies course, taught by none other than Professor Kim Taehyung.

This wasn’t just any lecture. It was the last class before the final exams, making the atmosphere in Room B204 even tenser than usual. The students, who were already intimidated by Taehyung’s strict teaching style, sat stiffly in their seats, knowing that today’s lesson would set the tone for their upcoming tests.

At exactly 8:00 AM, the sharp clicking of polished shoes echoed through the corridor. The door swung open, revealing a tall man dressed in a crisp, tailored suit. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, his features sharp as if carved from marble. His piercing gaze swept across the room like a cold wind, instantly silencing any lingering whispers.

Kim Taehyung stepped inside, his movements precise, and controlled. He carried an air of authority that demanded respect, leaving no room for nonsense. He didn’t believe in unnecessary pleasantries.

“Attendance,” he announced, his voice deep, smooth, yet devoid of warmth.

The students fumbled to straighten their backs, scrambling to respond as he began calling names. His tone remained unreadable, giving no indication of favoritism or leniency.

“Park Jihoon.”

“Here.”

“Lee Minji.”

“Present.”

“Jung Yena.”

A moment of silence.

Professor Kim’s eyes lifted from his roster, scanning the room. Yena flinched under his gaze as she hurriedly raised her hand. “S-Sorry, sir. I was distracted.”

Taehyung’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Distraction leads to failure, Miss Jung. If you cannot remain focused, you may leave now.”

A tense silence settled over the room. Yena ducked her head, whispering an apology. Satisfied, Taehyung returned to the list and continued without missing a beat.

After attendance, he turned to the whiteboard, picking up a marker. “Business is not for the weak-hearted. It is not for those who hesitate, nor for those who rely on luck. If you are here expecting an easy grade, I suggest you drop this class.”

A few students gulped audibly.

“You will be tested, not just academically but mentally. My standards are high, and I do not tolerate mediocrity.”

With swift, elegant strokes, he wrote a single word on the board: Survival.

“Business,” he said, turning to face them, “is about survival. Those who lack strategy will fail, just as companies collapse under poor leadership. If you wish to succeed in this field, you must think critically, act decisively, and adapt constantly.”

He let his words sink in before pacing slowly across the front of the classroom. “This is your last lecture before the finals. Everything we’ve discussed will be reflected in your exams. Your ability to apply what you’ve learned will determine whether you pass or fail.”

A murmur passed through the students—some intrigued, others nervous.

Taehyung observed their reactions, his expression unreadable. “Any questions?”

Silence.

“Good.”

He placed the marker down, his gaze sweeping across the room one last time. “Class dismissed.”

The moment he turned away, students exhaled collectively, as if they had been holding their breath throughout the entire lecture. Some exchanged nervous glances, while others scribbled notes furiously, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

As the students filed out, one voice whispered, “He’s terrifying.”

Another muttered, “Yeah, but damn, he’s brilliant.”

Unbothered by their murmurs, Taehyung gathered his materials, preparing for the final stretch before exams. He had no interest in their opinions. He wasn’t here to be liked. He was here to make sure they learned—and only the strongest would endure.

 

 

Flashback to a long ago

The night was drenched in sorrow, the sky weeping endlessly as the storm raged on. Rain poured from the heavens, hammering against the desolate streets, washing away the remnants of another forgotten day. The dim streetlights flickered, their glow barely cutting through the dense curtain of water. The cold wind howled, weaving through the alleys like a mourning song, carrying whispers of untold stories.

In one such alley, nestled between towering brick buildings, a small figure sat curled near an old, rusted dustbin. A fragile six-year-old boy huddled beneath the tiny overhang of a nearby house, his trembling frame barely sheltered from the relentless downpour. His clothes—thin, ragged, and soaked through—clung to his tiny body, offering no protection from the biting cold.

Big, doe-like eyes brimming with unshed tears flickered up at the sky, searching for something—someone—but all he found was darkness. His breath hitched, a choked sob escaping his lips as he curled in on himself, arms wrapping around his knees in a desperate attempt to stay warm. His small fingers, raw and pale, clutched at his damp sleeves, but the cold was merciless, seeping into his very bones. His face, flushed red from crying, was a picture of silent agony, and his little body trembled violently.

The exhaustion was unbearable. His eyelids drooped, heavy with fatigue. He was losing the battle to stay conscious, his tiny body too weak to resist any longer. Just as the darkness began to claim him, hurried footsteps splashed through the puddles nearby, the sound sharp and urgent against the backdrop of rain.

A boy—no older than fifteen—emerged from the storm, his sharp eyes catching the faint, shivering figure huddled near the bin. Without hesitation, he threw aside his umbrella, letting the rain drench his expensive coat as he rushed forward, kneeling before the frail child.

"Hey!" he called, his deep voice filled with concern. He reached out, his warm hands gripping the smaller boy’s freezing arms. "Hey, wake up. Can you hear me?"

No response.

The child’s head lolled to the side, his body limp.

Panic surged through the older boy’s chest, his heart pounding against his ribs. His grip tightened, feeling how unnaturally cold the younger boy was. He wasn’t just cold—he was dangerously weak. The realization sent a sharp pang through him, and without a second thought, he scooped the fragile body into his arms.

The small boy barely stirred, his head resting against the older boy’s shoulder, his breath shallow. He was so light—too light.

Gritting his teeth, the older boy turned, stepping out of the alley and striding toward a sleek black car parked at the curb. The rain pelted his skin, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—leave this child here.

The driver, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, immediately stepped out, recognizing the urgency in his young master’s expression. Without needing an explanation, he pulled open the back door.

The older boy slid inside, still cradling the unconscious child against his chest, careful not to jostle him. He tugged his coat around the smaller frame, shielding him as best as he could from the cold.

"Drive," he ordered, his voice firm but carrying an edge of urgency.

The driver nodded without question, shutting the door before taking his seat and starting the car. The engine purred to life, and soon, they were gliding through the rain-soaked streets, leaving the dark alley—and the loneliness that had once trapped the small boy—far behind.

Inside the warmth of the car, the older boy looked down at the child in his arms. The tiny figure was still trembling slightly, his lashes damp, cheeks flushed, and lips parted as if murmuring something in his unconscious state.

The older boy exhaled sharply, brushing away strands of wet hair from the child’s forehead. He didn’t know who this little boy was or how he had ended up alone in the rain. But something in his chest tightened painfully at the sight of him.

One thing was certain—he wasn’t going to let him suffer in the cold ever again.

As the rain continued to pour outside, the car drove through the storm until they reached a grand mansion, its towering gates parting to welcome them inside. The moment they arrived, the older boy stepped out, still clutching the child protectively. The old driver followed closely behind, carrying the school materials that had been left abandoned.

He pushed through the large doors, his soaked shoes leaving wet prints on the polished marble floor. The grand hall, usually echoing with voices, was eerily quiet.

"Mother! Father!" he called, his voice carrying through the mansion.

Instead of his parents, several maids rushed toward him, their eyes widening at the sight of the unconscious child in his arms. One of them stepped forward hesitantly. "Young Master, the Master and Madam are stuck in traffic due to the storm. Should I call the doctor?"

He nodded sharply. "Yes. Right now."

Without waiting, he strode past them, making his way up the grand staircase and into his bedroom. The room was warm, dimly lit with golden lamps that contrasted the cold night outside. Carefully, he laid the small boy on the bed, his frown deepening at how frail he looked. Wasting no time, he pulled out a set of soft, warm clothes from his closet and changed the child into them, making sure to dry his hair as best as he could.

Minutes later, the doctor arrived, quickly setting up beside the bed and checking the boy’s vitals. After a thorough examination, he sighed, packing away his instruments. "He’s severely exhausted and suffering from mild hypothermia, but he’ll be fine by morning. I’ve given him an injection and prescribed medicine. Just keep him warm under thick blankets and make sure he eats something nutritious when he wakes up."

The older boy nodded, thanking the doctor before he left. Then, he turned back to the child, gently tucking him under several layers of blankets. He hesitated for a moment before slipping into the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around the tiny frame to provide warmth.

He hadn’t meant to, but as exhaustion settled in, his eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he had drifted into a deep slumber, unconsciously holding the small boy close.

Later that night, the grand doors of the mansion finally opened, and his parents stepped inside. The maids quickly approached them, their faces filled with something close to wonder.

"Master, Madam," one of them said hesitantly. "Young Master Taehyung … He’s upstairs. He brought home a child."

Curious and slightly concerned, his parents made their way to his room, quietly pushing open the door.

And what they saw left them stunned.

Their only son—Kim Taehyung, who despised physical affection—was curled up in bed, cuddling a small child in his sleep.

Mrs. Kim’s eyes softened, a gentle smile spreading across her lips. Her husband exhaled quietly, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

"Let them sleep," she whispered, pulling him away from the door. "We’ll talk in the morning."

And with that, they left, allowing the warmth of the moment to linger in the silent, moonlit room.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: The Trial of Exams

Phoenix Ridge University buzzed with an air of tension and determination as the exam season settled over the campus like a thick fog. The once lively courtyards, filled with laughter and chatter, had now transformed into silent zones of intense focus. Students could be seen huddled in small groups, poring over textbooks, exchanging last-minute notes, and muttering complex theories under their breath.

The grand Phoenix Library, usually a place of quiet contemplation, had turned into a battlefield of academia. Desks were occupied from dawn till dusk, covered with stacks of books, scattered papers, and empty coffee cups. Sleep-deprived students leaned over their notes, some scribbling frantically while others fought the losing battle against exhaustion.

In lecture halls, professors conducted their final revision sessions, their voices echoing through the rooms filled with anxious students. Kim Taehyung, the ever-strict yet brilliant professor, stood before his class, his sharp eyes scanning the tired faces before him.

“This is your last chance to clarify any doubts,” he announced, his deep voice carrying a firm but understanding tone. “Remember, knowledge without application is wasted. Think critically, manage your time wisely, and don’t let panic cloud your judgment.”

Despite his cold demeanor, Taehyung ensured that every student left his class with the confidence to face their exams. His reputation as a demanding professor was well-earned, but beneath his rigid exterior, he genuinely cared for the success of his students. He stayed late into the evenings, answering queries, correcting mistakes, and offering words of encouragement in his own stoic way.

Meanwhile, the university's other departments were equally engaged. Namjoon and Seokjin ensured that the art and literature students were well-prepared, while Yoongi dedicated extra hours in the music department, helping students perfect their compositions. Hoseok, though primarily in charge of sports, offered stress-relief dance sessions in the evenings, allowing students a brief escape from the pressure.

As exam week arrived, the air grew heavier. The once-vibrant campus was now filled with the sound of hurried footsteps, rustling papers, and the occasional groan of frustration. On the day of their first exam, students lined up outside the examination halls, nervously whispering formulas and key points to themselves. The invigilators walked in, calling for silence before distributing the papers.

“Begin,” the voice echoed, marking the start of the ultimate test of knowledge and perseverance.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye, pens scratching against paper as minds raced to recall information. Some students emerged from the halls victorious, their faces glowing with confidence, while others dragged themselves out, already dreading the next exam.

Even the faculty felt the weight of the exams. Sleepless nights spent grading papers, handling nervous breakdowns, and ensuring a smooth examination process took a toll on everyone. Some assigned professors even stayed overnight at the university, determined to prevent any mishaps that could tarnish its prestigious reputation. Their dedication ensured a seamless examination period, though exhaustion was evident in their weary expressions.

As the final exam came to an end, a collective sigh of relief swept through the university. Students who had once been buried under stress finally allowed themselves to breathe. Laughter returned to the halls, celebrations began, and the promise of a well-deserved break loomed on the horizon.

However, the wait for results had just begun. For the students, the next few days would be filled with anticipation, hope, and nervousness as they awaited their final scores. For the professors, the real challenge was only beginning—hours of meticulous grading, cross-checking, and ensuring that every student’s hard work was reflected fairly in their results. There was no room for error, and the pressure to finalize scores without any mistakes weighed heavily on them.

The most outstanding students, the annual toppers, would soon be recognized for their excellence. The media would interview them, and prestigious companies would extend lucrative offers, rewarding the fruits of their dedication and perseverance. For some, these results could be life-changing, opening doors to opportunities beyond their imagination.

One thing remained certain through the hardship and exhaustion—each student had fought their own battle, and no matter the outcome, they had endured.

 

Chapter Four: A Bundle of Joy and Clumsiness

A sleek black car pulled into the grand driveway of the Kim family mansion. The moment the vehicle came to a stop, the back door flung open, and a young boy, barely nineteen, bolted out like a whirlwind of energy. His bunny-like excitement radiated through the air as he jumped up and down, completely forgetting the abandoned school bag in the car.

"Mumma! Dada! Look!" Kim Jungkook beamed, holding up his report card in one hand while a shining gold medal hung proudly around his neck, glinting under the afternoon sun.

From inside the house, a warm voice called out. "Stop running, Kookie baby! You will hurt your—"

Mrs. Kim, or Kim Areum, rushed out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron still tied around her waist. Just as she tried to warn her son, Jungkook’s sock-clad feet slipped on the plush carpet at the entrance.

With a startled yelp, he tumbled forward, his knees scraping against the polished floor. A sharp whimper escaped his lips as pain settled in, his big doe eyes quickly filling with fat tears, ready to spill over.

Before his tears could fall, soft, comforting hands were already there, gently cradling his face.

"Are you okay, Kookie?" Areum asked, her voice full of concern. "I always tell you to be careful, baby. Why are you so clumsy? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Jungkook sniffled, pouting at the sting in his knees. He looked up at his mother, expecting more scolding, but instead, she gave him a warm smile, gently brushing away his unshed tears.

“Come on now, my strong boy. Show me what’s got you so excited,” she coaxed, easily diverting his mind from the pain.

At her words, Jungkook immediately brightened up, his momentary pain forgotten. He straightened up and proudly thrust his report card forward. "Look, Mumma! I got top marks! And this—" he held up his medal with a dazzling grin "—this is for being the best student in my department!"

Areum’s eyes softened with pride as she took the report card from his hand, scanning over the exceptional grades. Her heart swelled at how much effort her youngest son had put into his studies.

"Oh, Kookie, I’m so proud of you!" she praised, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead. "You worked so hard for this. Your Dada will be over the moon when he hears this!"

Jungkook giggled, his previous pain completely forgotten. "Where is Dada? I want to show him!"

Before Areum could answer, a deep voice called from the staircase, "I heard everything already, and I couldn’t be prouder of my boy."

Jungkook turned around just in time to see his father, Kim Taeyang, descending the stairs, his usual stoic expression replaced with a rare, soft smile. When Taeyang reached the ground, Jungkook dashed into his arms, nearly knocking the older man back.

Taeyang chuckled, ruffling his youngest son’s hair. "You never fail to amaze me, Jungkook. Well done, son."

Jungkook beamed at the praise, but after a moment, his expression faltered slightly. "Dada, will Tata Hyung be home for dinner? I want to show him my results."

Taeyang’s smile softened, but he sighed. "I’m afraid not, Kookie. He’s busy checking exam papers and won’t be coming back tonight."

Jungkook’s bright face immediately fell, and his lower lip jutted out in a big pout. Even though his Taehyung hyungie hyung was strict and cold with him, Jungkook loved him a lot. And deep down, he knew Taehyung loved him too, even if he didn’t say it much.

Areum, noticing his disappointment, quickly stepped in. "Oh, my poor baby," she cooed. "Don’t be sad. Guess what? I made cookies just for you!"

At the mention of cookies, Jungkook’s pout vanished, replaced with an excited gleam in his eyes. "Really Mumma?!"

She nodded, smiling. "Yes, but only if you go change out of your school uniform first."

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He dashed up the stairs, his earlier sadness forgotten as his mind focused on one thing—devouring his mother’s delicious cookies in peace.

Kim Taeyang and Kim Areum exchanged a knowing smile as they watched their youngest son disappear up the stairs. Their once quiet mansion, once ruled by Taehyung’s strict discipline and composed silence, now echoed with Jungkook’s laughter and endless energy.

They had once wished for Taehyung to be a bit mischievous, but instead, their eldest had brought this bundle of joy into their lives, filling their home with warmth and liveliness, and they made sure not to let go of this bundle of joy, by binding him with their eldest.

 

Chapter Five: A Moment of Triumph

The air at Phoenix Ridge University buzzed with excitement and nervous anticipation. Students gathered around the large announcement board, eyes scanning frantically for their names, hearts pounding with hope and fear. After weeks of grueling exams, long nights, and relentless hard work, today was the day—the results were finally out.

The tension that had gripped the university for the past month slowly melted away as delighted cheers, relieved sighs, and even a few teary-eyed embraces filled the corridors. Some students jumped in joy, hugging their friends, while others let out deep breaths, their shoulders sagging in sheer relief. The honor of being the top scorers, the recognition of their efforts, and the fruit of their sleepless nights had all been unveiled in black ink against the pristine white pages pinned to the board.

Among those celebrating were the university’s faculty members, who had spent tireless nights ensuring a fair and precise evaluation of every student’s efforts. Professors stood nearby, watching the students with pride, some even offering words of encouragement and praise. The annual tradition of honoring the toppers was about to begin, adding to the already electrified atmosphere.

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An Evening of Recognition

Later that evening, the university auditorium was filled with students, faculty, and even some distinguished guests from prestigious firms and institutions. The Annual Excellence Ceremony, held to honor the top performers, was a momentous occasion for every Phoenix Ridge student. The best of the best were called to the stage, where they received medals, certificates, and even internship offers from renowned companies.

However, while the university leadership—President Kim, Vice President Kim, and Professor Taehyung —were present at the event, Jungkook was left to watch it from home. Seated on the plush couch, he had his eyes glued to the television, excitement radiating from him as he cheered for the students’ receiving honours. His parents, though physically absent, had left messages of encouragement, and he could imagine how proud they must have been.

Taehyung, from his seat in the professor’s section, maintained his usual cold and composed demeanour. However, beneath his sharp gaze, a glint of pride flickered as he observed the hard-earned success of the students. Though he never openly praised, those who knew him well could sense the silent acknowledgment he held for the brightest minds of Phoenix Ridge.

As students took the stage one by one, some teared up, overwhelmed by the moment, while others stood tall, their hard work finally paying off. It was not just a celebration of academic excellence but also a testament to perseverance, resilience, and ambition.

Professor Cha Namjoon, the university’s principal, took to the podium, his deep and reassuring voice echoing through the hall.

"You have all proven that success is not merely about intelligence but about dedication, perseverance, and the ability to rise after every setback. Remember, this is only the beginning. Continue striving, continue dreaming, and continue making Phoenix Ridge proud. From ashes, we rise!"

The auditorium erupted in applause, the students chanting the university’s motto with renewed vigor and determination.

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A New Beginning

With the results officially announced and celebrations in full swing, a new chapter was set to unfold. The academic year had reached its closure, and in two weeks, a fresh batch of students would walk through the grand gates of Phoenix Ridge University, ready to embark on their journeys. Professors, while exhausted, knew that their responsibilities would soon begin anew.

After ensuring everything was in order, Taehyung finally returned home after a full month of staying at the university. The dinner table was livelier than ever, filled with Jungkook’s endless chatter about watching the program live on TV. He animatedly described his favorite moments, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. His parents listened intently, occasionally responding with smiles and laughter, enjoying the joy that filled their home.

Taehyung, however, remained mostly silent, focusing on his meal as he listened. Once he finished eating, he placed his chopsticks down and stood up. His deep voice cut through Jungkook’s excited rambling.

"Jungkook, bring your high school results to my office room," he said coldly before turning away and leaving the dining hall without waiting for a response.

The room fell silent for a moment as Jungkook blinked in surprise. His bright mood dimmed slightly, a small pout forming on his lips, but he quickly composed himself. He knew his Taehyung Hyung was always strict with him, but deep down, he also knew that Taehyung cared.

His mother, noticing his momentary disappointment, reached out to squeeze his hand gently. "Go on, baby. You should show him your hard work."

Encouraged, Jungkook nodded eagerly and rushed to his room, determined to gather his results and make his Hyung proud.

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From ashes, we rise.

 

 

Chapter Six: Dreams and Decisions

Taehyung sat behind his grand wooden desk in his office, his sharp eyes scanning Jungkook’s high school results. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the space. Jungkook sat across from him, fidgeting slightly, his fingers tapping against his knee as he awaited his hyung’s reaction.

After a long silence, Taehyung finally spoke, his deep voice calm yet authoritative. “You topped your class,” he stated, setting the results down. “I expected no less.”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a proud smile, his heart swelling at the rare compliment. “Thank you, hyung.”

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, observing him closely. “Now that your high school is over, what are your plans?” His gaze was unreadable, but Jungkook knew that his hyung took his future very seriously.

Jungkook straightened in his seat, excitement flickering in his eyes. “I want to pursue Business and Dance. I want to start something of my own one day.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued. “A business of your own?”

Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Yes, hyung. I’ve always been interested in how businesses work, it is my passion.”

Taehyung listened carefully, his fingers interlaced on the desk. “Have you considered where you want to study? Do you want to go abroad, stay here at Phoenix Ridge University, or enroll somewhere else?”

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before answering, “I want to stay here, hyung. Phoenix Ridge is one of the best universities, and I know I can learn a lot from being here. Besides, it’s home.”

Taehyung nodded slightly, accepting his decision. “And your living arrangements? The university has excellent dorms and private apartments for students. Do you plan to stay on campus or continue living here?”

Jungkook thought for a moment, biting his lower lip. “I think I want to stay at the mansion for now. It’ll help me focus, and I can work on my dreams without worrying about adjusting to a new place just yet.”

Taehyung remained silent for a while before finally speaking, “You’ve thought this through.” He tapped his fingers against the desk. “Business and Designing, with Sports and Dance as minors.”

Jungkook beamed. “Yes! I love dancing, and sports keep me active. I don’t want to let go of them completely.”

Taehyung gave a small nod of approval. “If that’s what you want, then work hard for it. Apply for dorm as well. You don't need to stay there, but in case of any emergency project, traveling will waste a lot of time. You can stay there at that time, and also if you have free time between two lectures, u can utilize that time by resting in the dome, then you won't be too tired at the end of the day. Your dreams won’t come true unless you put in the effort.”

Jungkook’s smile widened, his heart filled with determination. “I will, hyung. I promise.”

Taehyung studied him for a moment before standing up. “Good.” He turned towards the large window, staring into the dark sky. “You’re at the beginning of a long journey, Jungkook. Make sure you don’t waste your potential.”

Jungkook stood as well, his eyes shining with confidence. “I won’t, hyung. I’ll make you proud.”

Taehyung sighed, his gaze still fixed outside. “One more thing,” he said after a pause. “Don’t let anyone know about your real identity.”

Jungkook frowned slightly. “Why?”

Taehyung turned back to face him, his expression serious. “People will assume you’re getting special treatment, even if you aren’t. It will cause unnecessary attention and make things harder for you.”

Understanding dawned in Jungkook’s eyes, and he nodded firmly. “I get it, hyung. I won’t tell anyone.”

Taehyung finally relaxed a little and gestured toward the door. “Good. Now go to sleep. I’ll come after finishing some work.”

Jungkook stood up to leave, but just as he turned, his foot hit the corner of the table. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled back into the chair. For a moment, there was silence, then Jungkook let out a soft giggle, rubbing his toe. “Oops. Sorry.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “This brat and his clumsiness.”

Before he could say anything else, Jungkook grinned and bolted out of the room, leaving Taehyung shaking his head with a small, almost invisible smile.

 

 

 

Chapter Seven: A New Beginning

The air buzzed with excitement as the new academic session began at Phoenix Ridge University. The grand halls were alive with chatter, laughter, and the shuffling of students eager to start their journey. Among them were fresh faces, wide-eyed and filled with anticipation, stepping into the prestigious institution for the first time.

In the Business and Entrepreneurship Department, the first-year lecture hall was packed. Students had taken their seats, some adjusting their notebooks while others whispered amongst themselves, exchanging nervous glances. But a common topic of discussion echoed in the room—Professor Kim Taehyung.

“He’s so young to be a professor,” one girl whispered, fixing her hair in the reflection of her phone screen.

“I heard he’s incredibly strict, but he’s also a genius,” another boy murmured, adjusting his tie.

“But have you seen his face? He looks like he stepped out of a magazine,” a third student sighed dreamily.

Before any more chatter could spread, the door swung open, and in walked Professor Kim Taehyung.

A hush fell over the room. The effortless authority in his stride, the way his tailored suit fit him perfectly, and the piercing gaze that swept across the class were enough to silence even the boldest students. He carried an air of unapproachable elegance, his expression unreadable as he made his way to the front of the lecture hall.

“Good morning,” he greeted, his deep voice resonating through the silent room.

“Good morning, Professor,” the students replied in unison, some more flustered than others.

Just as Taehyung was about to begin, a commotion broke out in the hallway—a rapid series of thudding footsteps growing louder until they halted just outside the door. Then, the door creaked open, revealing a panting figure standing at the threshold.

Kim Jungkook.

Dressed in casual jeans and a crisp white shirt, his backpack half-hanging off his shoulder, Jungkook stood, chest heaving from his sprint across campus. His doe eyes widened as he met Taehyung’s piercing gaze.

“I—” he started between breaths, “I’m sorry, Professor. May I come in?”

The entire class turned to look at him, some curious, others already recognizing his name from student discussions.

Taehyung exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers resting lightly on the desk in front of him. His expression didn’t shift, but those who knew him well—like Jungkook—could sense the simmering irritation beneath his calm demeanor.

The tension in the room thickened, students exchanging glances as they waited for their professor’s response. Would he reprimand the latecomer on the very first day?

“Find your seat,” Taehyung finally said, his voice cool and impassive.

Jungkook grinned sheepishly, mumbling another apology before scampering toward an empty seat in the middle row. Some students chuckled under their breath, amused by the interaction. The ones who had been admiring Taehyung moments ago now had a new source of curiosity—who exactly was this guy who dared to show up late on the first day?

Taehyung straightened his posture, his sharp gaze sweeping over the class once more. “I expect punctuality in my lectures. This is not high school, and you will not be treated like children. You are here to learn, and I will not tolerate carelessness.”

Jungkook lowered his head slightly, hiding a small smirk. He had gotten off easy, but he knew Taehyung well enough to realize that this was only the beginning.

“Now,” Taehyung continued, “let’s begin.”

He glanced at the students before him, his gaze settling on the first row. “Before we start with the syllabus, I’d like to hear from you all. Why did you choose this field? What drives you to study Business and Entrepreneurship?”

A moment of hesitation passed before a student in the front row raised her hand. “I want to start my own company one day,” she said confidently. “I’ve always been fascinated by how businesses grow and how leaders make decisions.”

Another student spoke up. “I come from a family business background, but I want to learn how to expand it and take it to new heights.”

“I’ve always had innovative ideas,” a boy chimed in. “I want to develop them into something real and profitable.”

Taehyung listened intently, nodding at their responses. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was waiting for his turn.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “I want to start something of my own too. I think business knowledge will help me bring my dreams to life. I also have a passion for sports and dance, and I hope to incorporate them into my journey somehow.”

Taehyung gave a brief nod before addressing the entire class. “Entrepreneurship is more than just having ideas—it’s about execution, resilience, and constant learning. If you truly want to succeed, you will have to work harder than you ever have before.”

With that, the first lecture of the year commenced, marking the start of an intense, challenging, and unforgettable journey at Phoenix Ridge University.

 

 

Chapter Eight: An Unexpected Summon

The lecture wrapped up with a crisp finality as Professor Kim closed his notebook. The students exhaled in relief—some eager to discuss the intense class, others still mesmerized by their professor’s striking features and commanding presence. A few students exchanged whispers, swooning over his deep voice, while others quickly jotted down last-minute notes, terrified to miss even a single point from his lesson.

“All right. That concludes today’s class,” He announced, glancing at his wristwatch. “Be prepared for the next session. Dismissed.”

Chairs scraped against the polished floor as students hastily packed their belongings, some stretching after sitting in stiff anticipation. The room buzzed with chatter once more—some complaining about how intense the first lecture was, others giggling about how ‘insanely hot’ their professor looked while teaching.

But just as Jungkook slung his bag over his shoulder, feeling ready to slip out among the crowd, Taehyung’s voice halted him.

“Kim Jungkook, stay behind.”

The room, already filled with murmurs, erupted into hushed speculation. Eyes widened, curious glances shot between classmates.

“He’s in trouble already?” someone whispered.

“Damn, first day and he’s already getting scolded.”

“What did he do? Just because he was late?”

Jungkook gulped. His body stiffened under the weight of countless eyes on him. He could practically feel the curiosity burning into his back, but instead of responding to the murmuring crowd, he simply gave a sheepish nod and remained in his seat, waiting as the last student hesitantly left the room.

Once the classroom was empty, Taehyung glanced at him before turning towards the door. “Follow me.”

Jungkook hurried after him, adjusting the strap of his bag as he trailed behind. The long hallway echoed with their footsteps, the silence pressing down on Jungkook as he walked behind Taehyung’s broad frame. He wanted to ask why he was being called to the office but thought better of it. Instead, he just followed obediently, feeling like a kid about to be reprimanded by a strict elder.

They reached the faculty wing, stopping in front of a large, elegantly carved wooden door— Taehyung’s office. Without turning back, Taehyung reached for the handle, but just as he pushed the door open, Jungkook, who had been hurrying to keep up, failed to stop in time.

With a startled yelp, he collided straight into Taehyung’s back.

A low sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips as he stood firm, unfazed by the impact, while Jungkook stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance.

“Seriously?” Taehyung muttered, rubbing his temple as he turned slightly to look at the younger boy, who now stood awkwardly, rubbing his nose with a sheepish grin. “Are you always this clumsy?”

Jungkook chuckled nervously. “Uh… maybe?”

Taehyung shook his head in disbelief before stepping inside. “Just get in.”

Jungkook followed him, stepping into the spacious yet minimalistic office. His heart pounded, not from fear, but from curiosity. What did his strict but beloved ‘hyung’ want to talk about?

Once inside, Taehyung sat down behind his large mahogany desk, lacing his fingers together as he fixed Jungkook with an unreadable expression. The younger shifted on his feet, trying to ignore the tension settling between them.

“So,” Taehyung finally spoke, his deep voice carrying an edge of authority, “why were you late on your first day?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted around as he wove together a hasty excuse. “I—uh—alarm issues?” He let out a nervous chuckle, but the sharp look Taehyung gave him told him he wasn’t buying it.

“Don’t lie,” Taehyung said, his voice lowering dangerously. “You overslept, didn’t you?”

Jungkook swallowed hard. He thought about denying it, but there was no escaping Taehyung’s perceptive gaze. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “...Maybe.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable. You know how important today was, Jungkook.”

“I know, I know!” Jungkook whined, rocking on his heels. “I just—slept like a dead body, okay? I didn’t mean to be late.”

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You need to be more responsible. You’re not a kid anymore, Jungkook. You chose this path, and if you want to succeed, you can’t afford to be careless.”

Jungkook nodded quickly, not wanting to get scolded further. “Got it, got it. No more oversleeping.”

Taehyung eyed him for a moment longer before sighing. “Good. Now get out before I change my mind and assign you extra assignments as punishment.”

Jungkook grinned, giving him a playful salute before scrambling out of the office. As he disappeared down the hall, Taehyung muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

“This brat is going to be a handful”

 

 

 

Chapter Nine: Cafeteria Encounters

After what felt like an eternity of being lectured by his strict yet caring hyung, Jungkook’s stomach let out a loud, demanding growl. He clutched his abdomen, groaning. He needed food—immediately.

Without wasting another second, he dashed out of Taehyung’s office, determined to find the cafeteria before he collapsed from hunger. But as he rushed down the hall, he quickly realized something—Phoenix Ridge University was too damn big.

He skidded to a halt at yet another identical corridor, sighing in frustration. “Why does this place look the same everywhere?” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “How do people not get lost in this maze?”

Jungkook was just about to pull out his phone to search for a campus map when a small, delicate-looking boy walked toward him. His light brown hair framed his soft features, and he had an aura of warmth that instantly made Jungkook feel at ease.

Without hesitation, Jungkook stepped forward. “Hey! Excuse me—do you know the way to the cafeteria?”

The boy blinked, then gave a bright smile. “Oh! I’m actually heading there right now. We can go together.”

Jungkook sighed in relief. “Thank god. I thought I’d die wandering these halls.”

The boy chuckled. “It is a bit confusing at first, but you’ll get used to it. I’m Jimin Park, a first-year. Music major, dance minor.”

“Jimin, huh?” Jungkook grinned. “Nice to meet you! I’m Jungkook. First-year business major, but I’m taking business as my main focus, with sports and dance as my minor.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in excitement. “Really? That’s so cool! You dance too?”

Jungkook nodded proudly. “Yup! Been dancing for years. It’s more of a passion than an academic thing, though.”

Jimin giggled. “Same! I can already tell we’re going to be great friends.”

They walked together, chatting comfortably about their classes, hobbies, and professors. By the time they reached the cafeteria, Jungkook felt like he had known Jimin forever.

After grabbing coffee and some snacks, they found a cozy table by the window. As they sat down, Jungkook leaned back in his chair. “So, I have a few old friends here too. One’s in the arts major, another in literature. You’ll probably meet them soon.”

Just as he finished speaking, a cheerful voice called out his name. “Jungkook!”

Turning his head, Jungkook’s face lit up when he saw a familiar figure bouncing towards him. “Soobin!” he greeted, waving at his high school friend. Soobin was as cute and innocent as ever, his bright smile making the atmosphere even lighter.

Right behind him, another presence approached—this time, with an air of sass and confidence. “Took you long enough to find the cafeteria, dumbass,” Niki, his fiery literature-major friend, smirked, flicking his forehead as she sat down next to him. “Got lost, didn’t you?”

Jungkook pouted. “Hey, this place is confusing!”

Niki rolled her eyes but smiled. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Jungkook laughed before gesturing towards Jimin. “Guys, this is Jimin. We just met, and he’s already my new favorite dance buddy.”

Jimin waved shyly. “Nice to meet you!”

Soobin beamed. “Nice to meet you too! You dance? That’s amazing!”

Niki gave Jimin an assessing glance before smirking. “Well, if you’re friends with this one,” she jabbed a thumb at Jungkook, “then you’re stuck with us now.”

Jimin laughed, feeling instantly welcomed. As they all continued chatting, their lighthearted conversation was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of another student.

A tall boy with sharp features and an easygoing smile approached their table. “Hey, you’re Jungkook, right?”

Jungkook looked up in surprise. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The newcomer smiled. “I’m Kai. Same major as you. I’ve been wanting to introduce myself. Mind if I sit?”

Jungkook, always open to making new friends, gestured toward an empty chair. “Sure, have a seat.”

Kai sat down, smoothly joining their conversation. The group continued laughing and talking, but what Jungkook failed to notice was the way Kai kept glancing at him, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten: Home Again

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Jungkook pushed open the grand doors of the Kim mansion, his face lit with excitement. He had been waiting all day to tell his momma about his first day at Phoenix Ridge University.

"Momma!" he called out, his voice echoing through the halls as he kicked off his shoes and ran towards the living room.

Mrs. Kim—Areum Kim—was already there, seated on the plush sofa, waiting for him with a fond smile. In front of her was a tray filled with freshly baked cookies and warm milk, a silent invitation for her youngest to sit and talk.

Jungkook plopped down beside her, reaching out to grab a cookie before even taking a breath. "Momma! Today was amazing! I met so many people, and the campus is so big! You won’t believe it, but I got lost on my way to the cafeteria!" He stuffed the cookie into his mouth, still rambling through the crumbs. "And then I met Jimin—he’s a music major and dance minor! He’s so nice! Oh, and then I met Soobin and Niki from high school! They are still the same—Soobin is sweet, and Niki is still scary!"

She chuckled softly, wiping some crumbs off his cheek. "Slow down, Kookie. You’ll choke on your own words."

Jungkook grinned but continued, his excitement too much to contain. "And then, there was this guy named Kai. He’s in business like me! He wanted to be friends too! I think I’m going to like it there, Momma."

"I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart," She said, gently brushing his hair back. "Now go freshen up, and we’ll talk more over dinner."

Jungkook nodded, stuffing another cookie in his mouth before dashing upstairs. After changing into comfortable clothes, he sat at his desk and flipped through his notes, revising the topics taught in class. He was determined to stay on top of his studies—he didn’t want to disappoint his Taehyung Hyung.

After studying for a bit, he headed downstairs to help his mom set the table for dinner. He was extra careful, fully concentrating on not breaking anything or knocking something over. But fate had other plans.

As he bent down to pick up a fallen spoon, he miscalculated his movement and—

Thud!

"Ah!" Jungkook yelped, rubbing his forehead where it had collided with the edge of the dining table.

Mrs. Kim gasped, rushing to his side. "Oh, Kookie, are you okay?"

Jungkook pouted, rubbing his sore spot. "I was trying to be careful!"

She sighed, shaking her head fondly. "My poor, clumsy baby. Come here." She placed a soft kiss on his forehead, making Jungkook smile sheepishly.

Just then, the front door opened, and Taehyung stepped inside, looking exhausted but composed as always. He barely spared Jungkook a glance before muttering, "I’ll be back in ten minutes. I need to freshen up."

Jungkook simply nodded before rushing outside to find Mr. Kim, who was taking a stroll in the garden. "Dada! Dinner is ready!"

Mr. Kim smiled and patted his head. "Let’s go, son. I’m sure you have a lot more to talk about."

Dinner was, as expected, filled with Jungkook’s endless chatter. He animatedly described his first day, waving his hands around while his mother and father listened with warm smiles.

However, Taehyung, who had returned and was eating quietly, eventually cut him off with a sharp look. "You were late today. Care to explain?"

Jungkook gulped, suddenly looking nervous. "Uh... I—"

"He wasn’t late because he got lost or anything serious," Areum interrupted, smirking knowingly. "He was late because he woke up late. And also because he was busy pranking poor Lusy by putting a fake lizard on her head... and let’s not forget the fake cockroach he put in the watchman’s tea."

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed instantly. "Kim Jungkook!"

Jungkook gave an innocent smile. "It was just a joke, hyungie..."

"You’re nineteen, not nine!" Taehyung scolded. "Stop behaving like a child!"

Jungkook pouted but didn’t argue back. Instead, he shoved another spoonful of rice in his mouth, chewing dramatically to avoid further scolding.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim exchanged amused glances before shaking their heads. Their once quiet mansion was now filled with laughter, playful bickering, and warmth—all because of the boy Taehyung had brought home all those years ago. 

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