Forever Yours (Taekook,Yizhan,Brightwin,Skynani)
•°Introduction•°
The morning sun hit the gilded gates of Emerald University, the most prestigious institution in the country. For Jungkook, Nani, Win, and Zhan, this wasn't just a school—it was a battlefield of social hierarchies.
The Arrival of the "Elite Four"
As the four friends walked toward the orientation hall, a black motorcade pulled up. The crowd parted like the Red Sea.
Kim Taehyung: The heir of the Kim Group. He stepped out of a custom limousine, his eyes sharp and regal.
Second one is Bright Vachirawit
Wang Yibo: Lean, cold, and riding a Ducati. The Wang family heir didn't look at anyone; he simply pulled off his helmet, radiating an icy aura.
Sky: The famous actor. Even in a simple school uniform, he looked like he was on a movie set, flashing a practiced smile at his screaming fans.
Bright: A young businessman already making millions. He adjusted his designer blazer with a smirk that said he owned the room.
"The First Encounter: Taehyung & Jungkook"
Jungkook, recently elected as the Student Council President due to his impeccable grades and discipline, stood at the podium. He was adjusting his glasses when he felt a heavy gaze.
The Moment: Their eyes locked. Jungkook felt a spark of defiance—he didn't like how this "prince" looked at him like he was a prize. Taehyung, meanwhile, felt his heart skip. He had seen beauty before, but never someone with such fierce, sparkling eyes. It was "interest at first sight."
Taehyung wasn't looking at the stage; he was looking at him.
Later, Taehyung leaned against the hallway wall as Jungkook passed.
kim taehyung
President," Taehyung murmured, his voice a deep velvet. "You missed a button on your collar."
Jungkook’s face flushed. He didn't realize that from that moment on, Taehyung would find every excuse to visit the Council office.
While the crowds followed Taehyung, Xiao Zhan found himself cornered in the library garden by a group of jealous upperclassmen. Zhan’s "too-cute" face often made him a target.
Bully
Think you're special just because you're pretty?" one bully sneered, raising a hand.
A cold, low voice cut through the air. Wang Yibo stood there, hands in his pockets. He didn't say much—he didn't have to. The bullies fled at the sight of the Wang heir.
Yibo looked at Zhan, who was trembling slightly. He reached out, tucked a stray hair behind Zhan’s ear, and walked away without a word. Zhan felt his heart race—the "Ice Prince" had a hidden warmth.
The Contrast: Bright & Win
In the cafeteria, Bright was being his usual spoiled self, complaining that the premium roast wasn't "up to standard." He was causing a scene until Win stepped in.
Win metawin
Win, the epitome of politeness and respect, bowed slightly. "Sir, making a scene doesn't suit your status. Please allow me to show you the proper way to request a change."
Bright vachirawit
Bright was stunned. No one had ever dared to lecture him on manners. He leaned in close to Win’s face. "You're quite strict, aren't you? I think I like that." Win remained unmoved, though his grip on his notebook tightened.
The Actor’s Audience: Sky & Nani
Sky was surrounded by fans, feeling the usual emptiness of being "loved" for his screen persona. He slipped away to the rooftop for some peace, only to find Nani sitting there, reading a book.
Nani didn't look up. He didn't scream. He didn't ask for an autograph.
Nani hirunkit
You're in my light," Nani said coldly.
Sky Wongravee
Sky blinked. For the first time, someone saw him, not the celebrity. He sat down next to Nani. "You're the first person who hasn't tried to take my picture today "
Nani hirunkit
Nani finally looked at him, his kind heart softening his cold exterior. "Beauty is meant to be appreciated, not captured. Sit down, Sky."
•°Elite Four •°
The gates of Emerald University were forged from black iron and gold, standing as a silent barrier between the common world and the playground of the elite. For Jungkook, Nani, Win, and Zhan, those gates represented a fresh start. For the "Elite Four," they were simply the entrance to their kingdom.
: The President and the Prince :
Jeon Jungkook adjusted his blue Student Council blazer. He had arrived at 6:00 AM, meticulously checking the orientation schedule. As the newly elected Student Council President—a feat unheard of for a freshman—he carried the weight of the university's discipline on his shoulders.
Win metawin
Jungkook, take a breath," Win said, handing him a bottled water. "You’ve checked the microphone settings four times."
jeon jungkook
It has to be perfect, Win," Jungkook replied, his eyes scanning the courtyard. "The Kim family is the primary donor. If Kim Taehyung arrives and the ceremony is a mess, the Council loses its funding."
Just then, a roar of engines silenced the chattering students. A fleet of black sedans pulled up, led by a sleek, silver sports car. The door opened, and Kim Taehyung stepped out. He didn't wear the standard uniform jacket; instead, it was draped over his shoulders like a cape. His hair was perfectly tousled, and his eyes—sharp, almond-shaped, and bored—scanned the crowd.
Dew jirawat
Beside him stood Dew Jirawat, leaning against the car door with a smirk. "Look at them, Tae. It’s like they’re waiting for a King."
Taehyung’s gaze drifted toward the stage, landing directly on Jungkook. Jungkook didn't look away. He stood tall, his chin tilted up in a silent challenge.
kim taehyung
Who is that? Taehyung thought. The boy on stage didn't look like the usual sycophants who followed him. He looked... solid. Disciplined. Beautiful.
kim taehyung
Dew," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low vibration. "Who is the boy with the President’s badge?"
Dew jirawat
That’s Jeon Jungkook. Top of the entrance exams. Why? Interested?"
Taehyung didn't answer. He simply started walking toward the stage, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. As he passed the podium, he leaned in, the scent of expensive cologne and sandalwood hitting Jungkook like a wave.
kim taehyung
Good luck with the speech, President," Taehyung whispered. "I'll be watching you."
Jungkook’s heart hammered against his ribs—not out of fear, but from a sudden, inexplicable heat. He hated the arrogance, yet he couldn't stop his eyes from following Taehyung to the VIP seats.
: The Shadow and the Light :
While the spectacle unfolded at the front, Xiao Zhan was trying to find the Arts Building. He was carrying a portfolio of sketches, his face hidden behind a soft mask. Zhan was the kind of person who radiated a natural, clumsy charm that made people want to protect him—or ruin him.
He took a wrong turn into the South Alley, a shortcut that was notoriously claimed by the "Black Lotus" gang of seniors.
Bully
"Hey, pretty boy," a senior sneered, blocking Zhan’s path. "New here? You have to pay a toll to use this path."
xiao zhan
Zhan stepped back, clutching his sketches. "I... I didn't know. I’ll just go back."
Bully
"Too late." The senior reached out to grab Zhan’s collar.
A heavy motorcycle helmet hit the brick wall just inches from the senior's head. Wang Yibo stood at the end of the alley, his leather jacket reflecting the morning sun. He looked lethal.
Bully
"Y-Yibo? The Wang heir?" the senior stammered, his face turning pale.
Yibo didn't speak. He walked forward, the clinking of his silver chains the only sound in the alley. He stepped between the bullies and Zhan, his cold, dark eyes boring into the seniors.
Wang yibo
"Leave," Yibo said. One word. No emotion.
xiao zhan
The seniors scrambled away. Zhan exhaled, his knees feeling weak. "Thank you... thank you so much, Yibo-ssi."
Yibo turned around. He looked at Zhan—really looked at him. He saw the blush on Zhan’s cheeks and the way his large eyes sparkled with genuine gratitude. Yibo was used to people fearing him or wanting his money. He wasn't used to... this.
Wang yibo
"Watch where you walk," Yibo muttered, his voice slightly less sharp than before. "This school isn't as pretty as it looks."
He reached out and plucked a small leaf that had fallen onto Zhan’s hair before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving Zhan’s heart in a state of total chaos.
The Businessman and the Gentleman
In the student lounge, Win was organizing the registration forms when a loud crash echoed from the VIP lounge.
Bright vachirawit
Bright Vachirawit was currently arguing with a staff member. "I told you, I want the espresso beans from the Milan shipment, not this local trash. Do you know how many hours I worked this morning before coming here?"
Bright was a prodigy—a young businessman who treated the university like a branch office. He was spoiled, brilliant, and utterly exhausted.
Win metawin
Win sighed and walked over, his expression calm and respectful. "Mr. Vachirawit," Win said, bowing exactly fifteen degrees. "The Milan shipment is delayed at customs. However, I have a private blend in the Council office that is quite similar. If you would kindly stop shouting at the staff, I would be happy to prepare it for you."
Bright vachirawit
Bright turned, his eyes narrowing. "And who are you? My assistant?"
Win metawin
"I am Win Metawin, the Student Council Secretary. And I am a student, not your employee." Win’s voice was polite, but his eyes were like steel.
Bright felt a jolt of caffeine-free energy. Everyone usually trembled when he threw a tantrum. This boy was... lecturing him? With a smile?
Bright vachirawit
"Fine, Secretary Win," Bright smirked, crossing his arms. "Make me that coffee. If it’s good, I might consider following your rules. If not... I’ll buy this lounge and fire everyone in it."
Win metawin
Win didn't flinch. "I accept those terms. Please follow me."
: The Actor and the Reader :
Near the fountain, Sky was drowning. Not in water, but in people. Fans were shoving posters in his face, cameras were flashing, and his manager was whispering in his ear about a script reading at 4:00 PM.
Sky! One photo!"
"Sky, look here!"
Sky flashed his "Version A" smile—the one that looked charming but reached nowhere near his eyes. He felt like a mannequin. He needed to disappear.
He ducked into the old East Wing library, a place rarely visited by the elite. In the furthest corner, tucked behind a shelf of ancient history books, sat Nani.
Nani was the opposite of the university’s glitter. He was quiet, wore his uniform with a bit of a rebellious edge, and had a gaze that felt like it could see through walls. He didn't even look up when Sky practically fell into the chair opposite him.
Nani hirunkit
"The circus is outside," Nani said quietly, turning a page.
Sky Wongravee
Sky froze. "You know who I am?"
Nani hirunkit
"Hard not to. Your face is on the billboard across the street," Nani replied, finally looking up. His eyes were cold, but there was a hidden kindness in the way he slid his own water bottle toward Sky. "You look like you're about to faint. Drink."
Sky Wongravee
Sky took the bottle, stunned. "You're not going to ask for a selfie?"
Nani hirunkit
"Why would I want a picture of someone who looks miserable?" Nani asked simply.
Sky Wongravee
Sky felt a strange lump in his throat. For the first time in three years, someone had spoken to the human, not the celebrity. "I'm Sky."
Nani hirunkit
"I know. I'm Nani. Now, keep quiet. I'm trying to study."
Sky watched him for a moment, then leaned back and closed his eyes. For the first time all day, he felt he could breathe.
By the end of the first day, the lines had been drawn. As the sun set, the "Elite Four" met in their private club room overlooking the campus.
Taehyung was staring out the window, his mind on the President’s fierce eyes.
Yibo was staring at a stray sketch of a flower he’d picked up in the alley.
Sky was looking at a history book he’d borrowed, thinking of the boy who didn't care about his fame.
Bright was drinking a cup of coffee, wondering why it tasted better than his Milan blend.
•°Law of Attraction •°
Author
Let's get started 😁
The lecture hall fell into a deathly silence as Professor Alan Feng walked in. He was young, sharp-featured, and moved with a terrifyingly calm elegance. He placed his briefcase on the mahogany desk and adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses.
Professor Feng was a legend—not just for his 100% winning streak in the courtroom before he began teaching, but because of his husband. Everyone knew he was married to Leo Wu, a titan of the business world whose influence rivaled even the Kim and Wang families. Sometimes, Leo’s sleek black car could be seen idling outside the Law building, the businessman himself waiting to whisk his husband away from a long day of grading.
Alan fang
Open your texts to page 402," Professor Feng said, his voice like silk over glass. "Today, we discuss the burden of proof. In this classroom, 'I thought' is not an answer. 'I know' is the only currency I accept." 😐
Jungkook, Win, Nani, and Zhan sat together in the middle row. Next to them were two girls who seemed to be the only ones not intimidated by the atmosphere: Fuji, a sharp-witted girl with a streak of purple in her hair, and Jane, who was constantly typing notes with lightning speed.
Fuji
Don't mind him," Fuji whispered to Jungkook, nodding toward the Professor. "He’s actually a softie if you bring up his husband, but in here? He’s a shark."😁
Jane
I'm just trying to survive the syllabus," Jane added, sliding a container of high-end highlighters toward Win. "I'm Jane. She's Fuji. We saw how you guys stood up to the 'Elite Four' during orientation. We decided then and there—we're sitting with you."😌
Win metawin
Win smiled, his polite demeanor instantly winning them over. "Win Metawin. And this is Jungkook, Nani, and Zhan."😄
The six of them clicked instantly, forming a protective circle in the high-pressure environment.
The heavy double doors of the lecture hall swung open. Kim Taehyung and Wang Yibo strolled in, followed by Bright and Sky. Even in a law lecture, they moved like they owned the floor.
Alan fang
"You're late, Mr. Kim," Professor Feng said without looking up from his notes.🤨
kim taehyung
The elevator was slow, Professor," Taehyung replied smoothly, his eyes immediately locking onto Jungkook. He ignored the empty seats at the front and walked straight to the row where the six friends sat.😃
kim taehyung
Taehyung stood right in front of Jungkook. "Move over, President. I can't see the board from the back."😄
jeon jungkook
"There are thirty empty seats in the front row, Taehyung," Jungkook countered, his heart beginning that familiar, annoying thumping.🧐
kim taehyung
"I have a vision problem," Taehyung lied, leaning down so his face was inches from Jungkook’s. "I can only see things that are... close to me."😁
Fuji snickered, and Jane whispered, "Smooth."
Before Jungkook could protest, Taehyung sat in the narrow space between Jungkook and the aisle, while Yibo moved to sit behind Zhan, Bright sat next to Win, and Sky hovered near Nani.
Alan fang
Professor Feng watched the exchange with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Since we have such an... energetic... group today, let's do a mock trial preparation. Pair up with the person sitting next to you."😐
Alan fang
Professor Alan tapped his pointer on the desk. "Mr. Jeon Jungkook? Since you and Mr. Kim Taehyung seem to be having a silent conversation, perhaps you can explain the concept of 'Duty of Care' to the class?"🤨
jeon jungkook
Jungkook stood up, his face flushed. "Duty of care is a legal obligation which is imposed on an individual requiring adherence to a standard of reasonable care while performing any acts that could foreseeably harm others."😅
Alan fang
Impressive," Alan said, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. He looked at Taehyung. "And Mr. Kim? What happens when that duty is breached?"😊
kim taehyung
Taehyung leaned back, his eyes never leaving Jungkook. "Then someone has to pay the price, Professor. Usually, the one who caught the other's attention first."😉
Fuji
The class erupted in whispers. Fuji nudged Jane. "That wasn't legal talk. That was a flirtation."😌
Jungkook groaned. He was stuck with Taehyung.
kim taehyung
Focus, President," Taehyung whispered, flipping through Jungkook’s textbook. He saw Jungkook’s neat, handwritten notes in the margins. "Your handwriting is as disciplined as you are. It’s cute."😄
jeon jungkook
Stop calling me cute," Jungkook hissed. "We’re analyzing the Kim vs. Lee corporate espionage case. It’s your own family’s history, Taehyung. Try to be serious."😒
kim taehyung
"I am serious," Taehyung said, his voice dropping an octave. He reached under the desk, his hand accidentally—or perhaps not—brushing against Jungkook’s thigh. "I’m very serious about everything I want. And right now, I want to see if the Student Council President can be bribed with a dinner date."😉
Jungkook’s pen slipped, drawing a long blue line across the page. He looked at Taehyung, seeing the playfulness in his eyes but also something deeper—a genuine curiosity that made Jungkook’s defenses crumble just a little bit more.
Yibo was surprisingly helpful to Zhan. While Zhan struggled with the complex legal jargon, Yibo pointed to a paragraph with his long, elegant fingers
Wang yibo
"Look at the sub-clause, Zhan. The intent is hidden in the fine print😐
xiao zhan
Zhan looked at Yibo, amazed. "How do you know this so well?"😯
Wang yibo
Yibo shrugged. "I've been reading Wang Group contracts since I was twelve."😌
Bright was trying to distract Win by drawing little doodles on Win’s expensive iPad. Win slapped his hand away.
Win metawin
Bright, if we fail this, Professor Feng will have our heads."😐
Bright vachirawit
Bright grinned. "Relax, Win. My family’s lawyers are on speed dial. But if you want me to study, you have to let me buy you that Milanese lunch later."😎
Sky was hiding behind his textbook, but Nani noticed he was shaking. Nani realized Sky was having a minor anxiety attack from the crowded room. Under the table, Nani gripped Sky’s hand.
Nani hirunkit
Breath," Nani whispered. "Just focus on my voice. Ignore the rest."😊
Sky squeezed back, finding his anchor.
As the bell rang, the door opened, and a tall, commanding man in a charcoal suit stood there. It was Leo Wu.
Alan fang
Professor Feng’s cold expression instantly melted into a warm smile. "Class dismissed," he said, already packing his things to head toward his husband.☺️
As the students left, Leo Wu walked into the classroom to pick up his husband. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Alan pack his leather briefcase.
Leo wu Lei
"Those kids reminds me of us," Leo said, his voice deep and amused. "Especially the President and the Kim boy. They’re fighting it so hard."😊
Alan fang
Alan Feng chuckled, letting his husband take his bag. "They’re young, Leo. They don't realize that in Law—and in Love—the more you resist, the harder you fall."☺️
* Alen fang
* Age - 26
* Married to Leo wu
* Sibling -Alen Gong jun
* personality - Strict, Sweet, Caring, Handsome, lovely Loves his husband too much
* Professor in Top faculty in thailand
* Professor of law
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