Jungkook 3

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Football has been the meaning of Taehyung's life for as long as he can remember. From the age of three, when his grandmother first enrolled him in football, the boy's only dream was to join the country's best national team. Seventeen years of grueling daily training, skinned knees, sweat, and strict discipline have paid off; today, he finally signed a contract with that very team.

That evening, Taehyung was returning home after the awards ceremony, clutching a bunch of flowers to his chest, unable to believe his good fortune. He was crossing the street on a green light, lost in thoughts of the upcoming season, when suddenly a black foreign car came hurtling around the corner at breakneck speed. A deafening screech of brakes, a dull thud, and the world around him suddenly turned upside down.

For the next few seconds, Tae lay on the cold, damp asphalt, disoriented and gasping for breath from shock. His right leg exploded with such intense, unbearable pain that his vision immediately went dark, and the bouquet scattered, littering the road with crumpled petals. The car's massive door slammed, and a man in an impeccably expensive suit approached him with a leisurely, confident stride.

It was Jungkook, the chairman of a major corporation, accustomed to solving any problem with a snap of his fingers. He stopped right above Taehyung, without even bending down or asking if he was alive or how he was feeling. After casting a cold, indifferent glance at the man huddled on the ground, Jungkook reached into his jacket's inside pocket for his wallet.

— How much money do you want?