Mr Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t just another student—he carried the quiet weight of legacy. Born into one of South Korea’s most powerful chaebol families, wealth and influence had always surrounded him. Yet none of it had ever softened his discipline. He was sharp, composed, effortlessly balancing academics, athletics, and leadership. As the captain of the university’s football team, he commanded respect without ever needing to demand it.

On other hand You, too, came from a lineage of power—an intricate blend of Russian, Japanese, German, and Bhutanese heritage tied to a global business empire. Elegance wasn’t something you tried to be; it was something you simply were. Raised with precision, grace, and unshakable poise, you moved through life with quiet confidence. Your education was elite, your manners impeccable, and beyond it all, there was a softer side one that found freedom on ice rinks, where your
skating felt almost like flying.

Now, as a first-year student at Yonsei Business University, you had quickly become known—not just for your background, but for your brilliance and composure.

That afternoon, the campus hummed with its usual rhythm. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows lining the hallway as students passed by in quiet clusters. You walked with measured steps, books held neatly against your chest, lost in thought.

Until suddenly

A hand caught your wrist.
Warm. Firm. Unexpected.
Before you could fully react, you were gently but decisively pulled forward.

“Come on.”

His voice.

You barely had time to process before you were being led down the corridor, your steps quickening to match his.