Main character: Kim Taehyung Character: you will find out soon

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Male Lead: Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis:

Only after Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook had grown far too close — late-night walks by the Han River, shared hoodies, stargazing dates, and countless moments that felt dangerously like love — did Jungkook finally realize something humiliating. Taehyung never approached him because he had a crush on him. He approached him because he was hopelessly devoted to Jungkook’s ex-girlfriend and wanted to “fix” the boyfriend she complained about. After hearing her sigh about heartbreak and cheating, he quietly took her side, even helping her with assignments while secretly judging Taehyung as some terrible boyfriend. So when Taehyung, ears red and voice shaking, asked, “Classmate … what do you think love really is?” It wasn’t a confession at all. Unfortunately for him, Jungkook had already fallen first.

Two inexperienced boys, one giant misunderstanding, and a slow romance that neither of them saw coming.

Today was Taehyung’s birthday, and he could not sit still.

There were still thirty minutes until six in the evening.

Jeon Jungkook had said he would come over at around six. The closer the time drew, the more restless Jungkook became.

And yet, to say he truly hated it did not seem entirely accurate. Beneath the resistance lingered a faint thread of anticipation he refused to acknowledge. This was the first time in all these years that someone had placed him so deliberately at the center of their thoughts, wanting to celebrate his birthday for him.

Taehyung lived in the doctoral dormitory building at the university. From the day he moved in until now, nearly six years had passed. He still had not graduated. Over the years, he had juggled his PhD while taking on part time jobs, barely scraping by.

Originally, Jungkook had suggested reserving a table at a restaurant. Jungkook had refused outright.

Lately, Jungkook had grown increasingly unrestrained. He asked Taehyung out frequently and even in public places, he made no effort to hide his intimacy, constantly hovering around him, teasing, bothering, lingering too close.

It was deeply troubling.

The mere thought of Jungkook made Taehyung inexplicably agitated

One moment, he hoped Jungkook would suddenly have something come up and be unable to make it. The next, he remembered that Jungkook had said he bought him a cake, had even sent a photo of it. It looked delicious.

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This tug of war of conflicting thoughts lasted until 5:45 p.m.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. Taehyung’s ears twitched almost imperceptibly, and he immediately recognized them as Jungkook’s

Yet he did not get up. Jungkook knocked twice on the door, then even called to urge him to open it.

In Jungkook’s hands was a large cake. Afraid it might be jostled or damaged, he had carried the box with both hands the entire way, carefully maintaining its balance, cautious at every step.

Jungkook’s gaze burned brightly. From the moment he saw Taehyung at the door, his eyes had not cooled even once.

Girls all like this kind of man, don’t they? So gentle and courteous on the surface, as though he were holding the person he loves in the palm of his hand, ready to give whatever is asked, to comply with every request, to indulge without limit.

With just a single kind word from him, Jungkook would brighten in a way visible to the naked eye. As if he had handed the remote control of his emotions directly to Taehyung, his mood rising or falling at the slightest phrase, a fleeting glance, the smallest smile.

After they finished celebrating, he took the initiative to ask,

Taehyung only wanted to pass the time until it was late enough that he could reasonably ask Jungkook to leave.

But once the idea of a movie took shape, he felt a flicker of genuine interest. Watching films was one of his hobbies. He wanted to recommend one of his favorite lesser known classics to Jungkook, so he put on Hitchcock’s Rear Window.

He turned off the lights, drew the curtains and the two of them sat together on the narrow double fabric sofa, as though they were in a private cinema.

Jungkook was technically his junior from the same university, though from a different department. On campus, however, he was something of a minor celebrity, a handsome guy known informally among students.

A 24-karat pure gold rich and handsome man and as a social butterfly, he was perfect with people, capable of handling millions girlfriend.

Jungkook could not keep up the act any longer. He looked as though he wanted to pull Taehyung into an embrace yet forcibly restrained his own impatience. Troubled, he gazed at him and confessed, honestly.