It was morning time 🌅

The sun was rising happily, cheerfully and making the city glow and shine like golden jewel by its sunlight.

The inhabitant of the city starts to wake up from there dreamland and with a cheerful and enthusiastic mood starts to do there work.

The first rays of dawn slipped gently through the glass doors, painting the room in soft gold. Amidst shelves lined with trophies from academic, competitions, quiz contests and certificates of excellence, sat an oddly contrasting sight rows of fluffy plushies toys that made the room look no less than a floating cloud.

On the bed, buried beneath a blanket almost as soft as him, lay Kim Taehyung. His delicate features glowed as the sunlight kissed his skin, his lashes fluttering at the intrusion. A sudden weight on the bed broke the stillness

Yeontan, his fluffy little companion, had jumped up, wagging his tail in excitement.

"Okay, okay, yeontan papa's awake", taehyung chuckled, his deep voice laced with morning huskiness as he stretched with a lazy yawn.

Dressed in a white sweatshirt and cream shorts, he looked less like a student who is getting ready for university and more like the prince of clouds ---- too soft, too radiant to belong to the real world. But like he belongs to the world clouds.

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Next to Taehyung cloud white mansion, side to it a different kind of kingdom stood tall - a dark, luxurious mansion that seemed to reject the morning sun. Inside, the dim glow of antique lamps fell upon walls adorned with medals and trophies, not of academics but of strength : boxing, music and other sports.

In the center of the room, Jeon Jungkook stirred. Muscles flexed as he pushed the alarm clock silent, dragging the black blanket off wearing an oversized black t-shirt and black shorts. Tattoos peeked from his left arm, his sharp frame radiating danger and dominance. His aura as heavy and untamed as powerful king, though in truth he was the unrivaled star of sports.

At the corner, Bam stirred awake at his dad movements. "Bam it's time to be awake, see DAD is awake. Lets to some exercise". Listening to his dad voice Bam response "woe… woe...". Jungkook smirked as he dropped to the floor, beginning his push-ups with perfect precision. Before shifting to boxing practice. The sound of his fists cutting through air filled the room until Bam trotted forward, nudging his dad playfully. A rare softness passed Jungkook face as he scratched behind Bam's ears before heading towards his morning routine.

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Where Taehyung was the soft king of intelligence, jungkook reigned as the dangerous king of strength.

Both were total opposite of each other.

Not only they themselves, but even their families stood on opposite ends.

Locked in a rivalry that had been passed down like an unbroken Bloodline, a legacy carried from one heir to the next. For generations, the feud had lived on, sharp yet strangely balanced, almost like a tradition of opposition.

But everything changed when the newest heirs. Those destined to continue the hostility---- dared to fall for one another.

Which only caused the hatred and rivalry to deepen, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Seokjin, after getting ready, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked downstairs toward the dining table.

There sat his father, mother, and his brother Dino, quietly having breakfast. The moment they looked up and saw Seokjin—not only awake on time but already dressed for university—their mouths fell open, eyes wide in pure shock.

Trying to ignore their stunned expressions, Seokjin calmly pulled out a chair and began eating.

As expected, Dino couldn’t resist his brotherly duty. With a dramatic gasp, he teased, “I’m a hundred percent sure I must be dreaming. There’s no way my younger brother woke up on his own and got ready without help!”

Seokjin shot him a sharp side glare, but instead of responding, he stuffed another spoonful of food into his mouth.

Their mother, amused by the rare scene, added with a knowing smile, “Actually, Taehyung calls him every morning. After multiple calls, only then does Jin wake up.”

Dino leaned back in his chair, smirking wider. “Mmmm, that makes more sense. Otherwise, it’s impossible for him to wake up by himself.”

Seokjin didn’t even bother replying. His focus was on finishing as much breakfast as possible before Taehyung arrived—because Taehyung never waited long.

Right on cue, the sound of a car horn echoed twice outside, sharp and rhythmic. Seokjin’s lips twitched in recognition. It was Taehyung.

Reluctantly, he rose from his seat, though his hand still clung to the plate, stuffing in one last bite. The horn sounded again, more impatient this time. With a sigh, Jin finally let go of his plate, grabbed his bag, and hurried toward the main door.

But before he could step out, his parents called out in unison, “Seokjin!”

Seokjin turned at the sound of his name and faced his parents. The air in the hallway had gone suddenly tight; both of their faces were serious, the casual warmth from breakfast gone.

“Seokjin,” his father said, voice low and firm. “We know there’s a rumor about you and Namjoon. We don’t want him near you. Understood? No dating.”

Jin’s expression went flat—done, like a man who’d heard this lecture a thousand times. He forced a small, polite nod. “Okay. Bye.” He threaded past them and left the house.

Outside, Taehyung waited in the car, hands on the wheel, patient. Seokjin opened the passenger door, slid in, and shut it with a soft click. Taehyung pulled away from the curb; the city blurred by, but Jin’s face stayed distant and shut.

Taehyung glanced over. “What happened?”

“The same warning,” Seokjin said, voice quiet and clipped.

Taehyung let out a short chuckle, then reached into the passenger footwell and handed Jin a small paper bag. “If that’s got you down, I know how to fix it.”

Jin peered inside. His favorite drink sat snug at the top like a tiny peace offering. His lips softened into a grin and his eyes brightened at once. “Baby, thank you so much.” He made a teasing pout. “Come here — I’ll give you a return gift: a kiss.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Taehyung scrunched his face into mock disgust and laughed. “Before you kiss me, I’ll drive this car off a hill and we’ll both die. That would be better than a kiss from you.” His tone was joking, but his fingers tightened on the steering wheel for a heartbeat, then he tossed a warm, exasperated smile Jin’s way.

Jin laughed, the sound light and real, and the small gift between them seemed to do exactly what Taehyung promised: it loosened the tightness in Jin’s chest, if only for a little while.

The morning sun bathed the enormous campus of S.K University in a golden glow. Its sprawling grounds stretched wide, the colossal iron gates gleaming like they were built to guard a kingdom. Tall banners rippled in the breeze, announcing upcoming fests and tournaments, while the hum of students arriving filled the air.

Right at the front gates, a lone figure stood. Carat.

They gazed at the towering structure with a flat, unimpressed look.

“So the gates of hell are decorated these days,” Carat muttered dryly. “Honestly, I shouldn’t insult my university like that… hell’s gates probably look better than this.”

With a bored sigh and a lazy stride, Carat shoved their hands into their pockets and walked through the massive gates.

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Inside the sports ground, the atmosphere was completely different. Energy pulsed through the air. Every athlete, whether footballer, sprinter, or martial arts trainee, moved with sharp precision. No one dared to slip up, because a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes were watching every single move.

Those eyes belonged to none other than J-Hope — the university’s sports coach and Head of the Sports Department. His reputation was carved in stone: perfection was not requested, it was demanded.

Amid the rhythmic thud of footballs and pounding sneakers, one student tried sneaking onto the field, clearly late. Unfortunately for them, J-Hope’s radar never missed.

“You’re late. Again.”

The student froze, guilt written all over a handsome face. It was none other than Vernon, one of the university’s star football players.

With a sheepish grin, Vernon turned to face his coach.

J-Hope folded his arms and gave a dazzlingly fake smile. “So, Vernon. What’s today’s excuse? Let me guess—you saw a cat flying through the sky, so you went to help it? Or maybe the Titanic showed up on the highway, and you had to push it back into the ocean? Or… let me try this one—you saw an old lady turn into Spider-Man, so you escorted her to fight crime?”

Laughter bubbled from a few nearby students, though quickly smothered when J-Hope’s eyes flicked toward them.

Vernon’s grin didn’t fade, but his mind went blank. His lips parted, searching for a fresh excuse, but nothing came out.

The coach’s false smile dropped into a glare. “Thirty rounds around the ground. Without. A. Break.”

The color drained from Vernon’s face. “Coach… actually, I think I have a heart attack… in my legs,” he blurted, desperate.

That only fanned J-Hope’s fury. “VERNON!”

The shout echoed across the ground like thunder. Vernon knew that tone too well. Without a second thought, he spun on his heel and bolted.

“YAH! Come back here!” J-Hope roared, sprinting after him.

What followed was pure chaos—coach and student chasing each other across the field, weaving through stunned athletes like a comedy act.

Meanwhile, away from the madness, in a quieter corner of the university stood a tall statue of God. In front of it, a lone student knelt, eyes closed in prayer. Their calm devotion contrasted starkly with the wild scene playing out just a few yards away.