✦ Author’s Note ✦

This is my first novel.

I’m still learning, still growing, and still discovering my voice as a writer. I may not be perfect, but every word here is written with sincerity and love for this story. I hope it can give you even a small sense of excitement, comfort, or curiosity as you read.

I’m currently in university, so I may not be able to update regularly. I truly hope you’ll understand and stay patient with me. Your support, encouragement, and feedback mean more to me than you can imagine.

Thank you to everyone who chooses to read this story—and a special thank you to the reader who supported and liked my chat story. Your kindness gave me the courage to start this journey.

I hope you enjoy stepping into my world.

— *Author*

  A/B/O WORLD HIERARCHY

 Sub-Gender Ranking (Highest → Lowest)

1. **Supreme Enigma**

2. **Royal Enigma**

3. **Enigma**

4. **Rare Alpha**

5. **Rare Omega**

6. **Elite Alpha**

7. **Elite Omega**

8. **Dominant Alpha**

9. **Dominant Omega**

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 Corporate Power Ranking

1. **KA GROUPS** (Secretly owned by Kim Aroua)

2. **Jeon Groups**

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## 👑 MAIN CHARACTERS

### **Kim Aroua**

* **Age:** 24

* **Sub-Gender:** **Supreme Enigma** (Above all sub-genders; apex ruler)

* **Position:**

  * Doctor at Asian Hospital

  * Secret CEO of **KA Groups**

  * Mafia Leader of **Black Empire** (Code name: **AK**)

* **Family:**

  * Brothers: Kim Seok Jin, Kim Taehyung

  * Cousins: Park Jimin, Jackson Wang

* **Best Friend:** Jeon Jungkook (Rare Omega publicly)

* **Personality:**

  Kind, straightforward, cute, humble, ambivert

* **Likes:**

  Banana milk, strawberry ice cream, chocolate cake, tangerines

* **Dislikes:**

  Gold diggers, manipulators, anyone who harms her family, friends, or innocent people

* **Secrets Known By:**

  Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook

* **Future:** Unknown (intentionally hidden)

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### **Jeon Eunwoo**

* **Age:** 26

* **Sub-Gender:** Elite Alpha

* **Position:** CEO of **Eun Enterprises** (Architecture)

* **Family:**

  Two brothers, two cousins

* **Best Friends:** Kim Taehyung\, Park Jimin

* **Personality:** Calm\, observant\, controlled

* **Dislikes:** Same as Aroua

* **Feelings:** Likes Aroua but keeps it hidden

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### **Jeon Jungkook**

* **Age:** 24

* **Public Sub-Gender:** Rare Omega

* **True Sub-Gender:** **Rare Alpha**

* **Profession:** Singer

* **Secret Identity: future

* **Personality:** Same as Aroua

* **Likes & Dislikes:** Same as Aroua

* **Bond:** Absolute loyalty to Aroua

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### **Kim Taehyung**

* **Age:** 26

* **Sub-Gender:** **Royal Enigma**

* **Profession:** Lawyer

* **Secret Identity:in future

* **Personality:** Calm\, strategic\, emotionally restrained

* **Likes:** Strawberry-flavored items\, Jungkook (unexpressed)

* **Dislikes:** Same as Aroua

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### **Kim Seok Jin**

* **Age:** 29

* **Sub-Gender:** Rare Alpha

* **Position:** Owner of multiple restaurants and luxury residencies

* **Family Role:**

  Elder brother of Aroua & Taehyung

  Elder cousin of Jimin & Jackson

* **Personality:** Protective\, authoritative

* **Likes & Dislikes:** Same as Taehyung

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### **Jeon Namjoon**

* **Age:** 28

* **Sub-Gender:** Enigma

* **Position:** CEO of **Jeon Company**

* **Family Role:** Elder brother of Jungkook & Eunwoo

* **Personality:** Strategic\, composed

* **Traits:** Similar to Kim Seok Jin

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### **Min Yoongi**

* **Age:** 29

* **Sub-Gender:** Elite Alpha

* **Relation:** Paternal cousin of the Jeon family

* **Position:** CEO of **AgustD Music Company**

* **Likes:** Tangerines\, Park Jimin

* **Personality:** Quiet\, sharp\, loyal

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### **Park Jimin**

* **Age:** 26

* **Sub-Gender:** **Rare Omega**

* **Position:**

  * President of **Alina Entertainment** (AK-owned)

  Secret Identity: future

* **Relation:* Maternal cousin of the Kim family

* **Dislikes:** Same as Aroua

* **Personality:** Intelligent\, dangerous when provoked

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### **Jung Hoseok**

* **Age:** 28

* **Sub-Gender:** Dominant Omega

* **Relation:** Maternal cousin of the Jeon family

* **Profession:** Model under Jeon Company

* **Partner:** Jackson Wang

* **Personality:** Bright but calculating

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### **Jackson Wang**

* **Age:** 28

* **Sub-Gender:** Dominant Alpha

* **Profession:** Idol at **Rora Music Company**

* **Relation:** Paternal cousin of the Kim family

* **Personality:** Bold\, loyal\, protective

* **Dislikes:** Same as Aroua

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## 🖤 BLACK EMPIRE CORE

* **AK** (Supreme Leader)

* **Vincent** – (Strategist)

* **PJ** – (Hacker)

* **Sniper ** -(justin)

The airport smelled like rain and coffee and endings that pretended to be beginnings.

Kim Aroua stood still for a moment, her suitcase resting beside her, fingers curled loosely around the handle as if letting go too tightly might undo everything she had just finished. Convocation robes, applause, photographs—those memories already felt far away, like something that had happened to someone else.

“Are you nervous?” Jungkook asked softly.

She turned to him, surprised. “About coming home?” Aroua smiled, small and genuine. “No. I think… I missed it.”

Jungkook hummed, hands tucked into his coat pockets, eyes scanning the glass walls of the terminal. “You say that now. Wait till hyung starts lecturing you about sleep schedules and food.”

She laughed—a real laugh, light and unguarded. “You’re not any better. You’ll get the same lecture.”

“But I deserve it,” he replied easily. “You don’t.”

Aroua shook her head. “That’s not true.”

They walked side by side toward the exit\, steps unhurried\, as if neither of them wanted to be the first to cross the invisible line that separated *away* from *home*. Jungkook pulled her suitcase when she wasn’t looking. She noticed\, but didn’t stop him.

“You know,” he said after a pause, “things will feel different.”

“Different isn’t always bad,” she answered. Then, quieter, “Sometimes it’s just… unfamiliar.”

Jungkook glanced at her, studying her profile the way he always did when he thought she wouldn’t notice. “If it gets heavy,” he said, “you don’t have to carry it alone.”

Aroua slowed, then stopped. For a second, the noise of the airport faded. She looked at him—really looked at him—and nodded.

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I’m not afraid.”

Outside, the wind tugged at her hair. Korea waited. And somewhere between the sky and the ground, something unspoken settled quietly between them.

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The house, meanwhile, was anything but quiet.

“So she’s finally coming back,” Seokjin said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “About time.”

“She just finished her studies,” Namjoon replied calmly, pouring tea. “Let her breathe.”

Taehyung sat on the couch, legs crossed, expression unreadable. “She’ll pretend nothing changed.”

Jimin glanced up from his phone. “And we’ll pretend we believe her.”

Jackson laughed, loud and easy. “You all act like she’s fragile. She’s tougher than she looks.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Hoseok chimed in from the dining table. “She always looks fine.”

Silence followed that—not uncomfortable, just heavy in a way only family could manage. The kind that came from caring too much and saying too little.

“She didn’t call,” Seokjin muttered. “Not today.”

“She will,” Namjoon said. “She always does.”

Taehyung’s fingers tapped once against his knee. “Home will feel strange to her.”

“Home always feels strange after leaving,” Jimin replied. “But she belongs here.”

“And Jungkook?” Jackson added casually. “He’s coming back too, right?”

“Of course,” Hoseok smiled. “Those two are inseparable.”

Taehyung’s gaze shifted toward the window, where the city lights were beginning to glow. “Still,” he said quietly, “I wonder what she carries with her.”

No one answered that.

In another place, Aroua stepped into the night air beside Jungkook, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. She smiled again—soft, hopeful, familiar.

Neither she nor the house knew it yet, but the space between arrivals was already closing.

And silence, patient as ever, was waiting to break.

The gates opened slowly, familiar iron gliding apart as if recognizing her before anyone else could.

Aroua pressed her forehead lightly against the car window. The house looked the same—warm lights glowing behind tall windows\, the garden trimmed with care\, the quiet promise of *home* resting in every brick. Her chest tightened\, not painfully\, but in that soft way that came when something precious was finally within reach.

Jungkook noticed. He always did.

“We’re here,” he said gently, though the car had not yet stopped.

“I know,” she replied, smiling to herself.

The moment the car pulled in, the front door opened.

“Finally,” Seokjin’s voice rang out before anyone else could speak. “Do you know how long we’ve been waiting?”

Aroua barely had time to step out before she was wrapped in his arms. It was warm\, firm\, familiar—the kind of hug that said *you’re safe now* without needing words.

“I missed you,” she murmured into his shoulder.

“You better have,” he said gruffly, though his hand rested protectively on her head.

Taehyung approached next, quieter, eyes scanning her face as if checking for something only he could see. Then, without warning, he pulled her into a hug of his own.

“You look tired,” he said softly.

She laughed. “Hello to you too.”

“That *is* my hello.”

Jimin appeared at her side with a grin. “Doctor Kim Aroua, welcome back. Should we bow?”

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, poking his arm lightly.

Namjoon nodded at her, pride calm but unmistakable in his eyes. “You did well.”

Those three words settled into her like warmth spreading from the inside.

Jackson clapped Jungkook on the back. “Look who survived studying abroad.”

Jungkook laughed. “Barely. She carried me.”

“That’s a lie,” Aroua protested immediately.

“It’s not,” Hoseok chimed in brightly. “We all know she’s the responsible one.”

They moved inside together\, voices overlapping\, shoes kicked off carelessly near the entrance. The house filled with sound—laughter\, teasing\, the clink of cups as Seokjin insisted they sit and eat *something* before anything else.

“You’re thinner,” Seokjin scolded, pushing a bowl toward her.

“I ate fine,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She smiled and picked up her spoon anyway.

Jungkook sat beside her, shoulder brushing hers, comfortable and natural. Jimin leaned across the table, watching her with quiet satisfaction.

“You being here fixes the atmosphere,” he said simply.

Aroua paused. “It does?”

“Yes,” Taehyung replied from the doorway, voice calm. “The house feels… aligned.”

She looked around then—at familiar faces, at the space that had held her absence patiently. Something in her chest loosened.

Later, when the night settled and conversations softened, Aroua stood near the window, watching the garden sway gently under the lights.

Jungkook joined her. “Feels real now, doesn’t it?”

She nodded. “I was afraid it wouldn’t.”

He glanced at her. “Why?”

She took a moment before answering. “Because sometimes when you leave… you worry the place you return to won’t recognize you.”

Jungkook smiled. “This place always will.”

From the living room, Seokjin’s voice rose again. “Aroua, don’t think you’re escaping morning breakfast duties tomorrow.”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine.

For now, she was home.

And the house, full of warmth and voices and quiet care, held her gently—unaware of how precious this peace truly was.