An Unwritten Fate ( Taekook )
Chapter 1
Kim Yi
Here's ten million. Stop making a scene, or it won't end well for anyone.
The man possessed striking features, an exceptional aura, and a voice that was both magnetic and pleasing to the ear. Yet, his words carried a suffocating coldness and an oppressive weight.
Taehyung, previously half-asleep and slumped in his seat, jolted upright at the mention of "ten million." His former lethargy and despondency vanished instantly, and even the lingering soreness in certain unspeakable areas seemed to ease.
Kim Taehyung
Big Brother, are you serious?
His sudden movement caused the loose collar of his shirt to slip, fully exposing his fair neck. His dark, gleaming eyes fixed intently on Kim Yi.
Taehyung's voice had always been pleasant, but his past arrogance and obnoxious behavior had made it grating to the ear.
Now, however, his tone was slightly hoarse, tinged with an inexplicable excitement, giving it a soft, alluring quality.
To Kim Yi, the man before him exuded a captivating allure, and even the partially revealed collarbone beneath his loose shirt seemed inexplicably sensual.
Yi almost awkwardly averted his gaze before frowning impatiently.
This person had been utterly spoiled by the Kim family—stupid, selfish, and completely oblivious. He had always flaunted his status as the youngest son of the Kim family, parading it everywhere.
Yi had always despised this youngest brother, loathing him to the core. Fortunately, the true young master of the Kim family had been found—someone truly worthy of his affection. The foolish, malicious impostor before him was nothing more than a worthless fake.
The impostor had usurped the privileged position of the Kim family’s youngest son for nineteen years. If he had any self-awareness, he would leave the Kim family willingly instead of shamelessly clinging on. Yet, this idiot was too dim-witted to grasp the situation, still deluded enough to compete with the true bloodline of the Kim family.
Kim Yi was utterly dumbfounded by his idiocy.
Unfortunately, the Kim family valued its reputation. Even if he had a hundred ways to expel this fool, the dignity of a prestigious family had to be upheld.
Kim Yi
Kim Taehyung, the Kim family has never wronged you all these years.
Kim Yi
We don’t expect your gratitude, but you should at least possess a basic sense of shame.
Kim Yi
Even now, with Xiuyi found, the Kim family hasn’t cast you out.
Kim Yi
I hope you understand your place— Xiuyi is the true young master of the Kim family, while you’ve been nothing but a usurper all these years.
Kim Yi
You must understand, the Kim family can give you everything, and they can take it all away.
Kim Yi
The choice is entirely yours.
Kim Yi’s words were terse, direct, and devoid of any brotherly affection.
If Taehyung were intelligent, he would obediently step aside and return everything that rightfully belonged to Xiuyi. That way, for the sake of appearances, the Kim family might still acknowledge him as the fake young master they had raised for nineteen years.
But Taehyung was both stupid and malicious. His previous schemes born of jealousy against Xiuyi were bad enough, but after learning Xiuyi true identity, he had escalated to slandering and vilifying him online…
If not for the risk of tarnishing Xiuyi reputation, the Kim family would never have been so lenient with Taehyung.
So, if Taehyung had even an ounce of sense, he would take the ten million yuan and live quietly from now on—otherwise, he was signing his own death warrant.
What Kim Yi didn’t know was that Taehyung's thoughts at that moment were identical to his own.
Kim Taehyung
💭 Stupid. The original host was truly stupid.
Kim Taehyung
💭 That was the real blood heir—what right did a fake young master have to compete? Besides, that guy was heaven's favorite. Opposing him was like fighting against heaven itself—
Kim Taehyung
💭 In other words, suicide.
Kim Taehyung
💭 Wouldn’t it be better to just take the money, lie low, and live a carefree life?
Kim Taehyung had woken up in this world after a nap, immediately thrust into an indescribable, passionate encounter. The memory of those explicit moments still made his face burn, and the sheer intensity of it had been… unparalleled.
Afterward, piecing together the memories flooding his mind, Taehyung realized he had transmigrated into a trashy, over-the-top boys' love novel about a wealthy family’s overprotective romance—and he had become the foolish, malicious supporting character who shared his name: the fake young master, Kim Taehyung.
Fortunately, he had no attachments in his previous life, so it didn’t matter where he lived. He quickly accepted this transmigration.
The bad news? He was now the villainous supporting character who brought about his own ruin through sheer stupidity and malice.
The good news? The plot had just begun, and the original host hadn’t yet reached the point of being beyond redemption.
The current situation was this: To help the true young master, Kim Xiuyi, integrate into high society, the Kim family was introducing him to the world, taking him to elite gatherings, and exposing him to powerful figures. Meanwhile, the family’s entertainment company was channeling all its top resources into Kim Xiuyi, determined to make him the brightest star.
But this was precisely what had driven the original host into a jealous frenzy. The original host had always dreamed of stardom, yet after years in the industry, he remained mediocre—no notable works, just a trail of scandals and online backlash. The little fame he had was solely due to his status as the Kim family’s young master.
The original host had convinced himself that the company was withholding good resources from him. Meanwhile, Kim Xiuyi—even before his true identity was revealed—had outshone him at every turn. Despite his humble origins, Kim Xiuyi radiated brilliance, making him the original host’s greatest enemy.
And most importantly, the man the original host obsessed over looked down on him but was warm and considerate to Kim Xiuyi.
Kim Taehyung
💭 The original host was convinced Kim Xiuyi had seduced his beloved.
Kim Taehyung
💭 Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.
Now that Kim Xiuyi’s true identity was exposed, and the Kim brothers—who had always been indifferent to the original host—doted on him, the original host had descended into jealousy-fueled madness, his heart twisting with envy. He had resolved to use even more underhanded tactics to destroy Kim Xiuyi.
But Kim Xiuyi was now the Kim family’s treasure. Naturally, Kim Yi—the future heir—had come to intervene.
Kim Taehyung didn’t know why he had woken up as this world’s Kim Taehyung, but since he was here now, he had no intention of squandering this opportunity. After all, the original villain’s fate had been horrific.
Chapter 2
Seeing Taehyung remain silent, Kim Yi thought contemptuously of his greed. He was about to list all the stupid things Taehyung had done when the man’s previously unfocused, tear-glazed eyes suddenly sharpened, gleaming as they locked onto him.
Kim Taehyung
Big Brother, you’re right.
KimYi paused. No tantrums, no anger—just those words, stopping him mid-sentence.
Kim Yi
💭 What kind of act was this fool putting on now?
Kim Taehyung
Big Brother, I was young and foolish before. I misunderstood things.
Kim Taehyung
But now I’ve realized—I took Xiuyi place. Everything I had was given by the Kim family, and all of it rightfully belongs to Xiuyi. I shouldn’t fight for it, and I have no right to.
Kim Taehyung
My position is awkward now, but Mom and Dad haven’t kicked me out.
Kim Taehyung
The fact that you’re even willing to see me, let alone offer me ten million yuan, is more generosity than I merit.
Kim Taehyung
Really, I’ll never do anything stupid again, and I’ll never harm Xiuyi. If I do, may I be damned for eternity.
Kim Taehyung
Is that okay, Big Brother?
Taehyung looked utterly docile, his eyes overflowing with earnestness.
These… were supposed to be *his* lines.
Kim Yi
💭 A strategic withdrawal? But did this idiot even have the brains for that? Or was he plotting something else
Frowning again, Yi scrutinized Taehyung.
But the man before him was transparently honest, gazing at him like an eager pupil. His naturally mesmerizing gaze was now bright and clear, so much so that Kim Yi had to look away.
In truth, Taehyung was just barely containing his glee over the ten million yuan—his eyes were practically sparkling.
Kim Yi
If you… understand, then good.
Whatever scheme this fool was brewing, Kim Yi wasn’t worried. In his eyes, any tricks Taehyung could pull were amateurish.
He had never wanted to come here in the first place. Now that he’d said his piece, he stood to leave—but Taehyung called after him urgently.
Kim Yi
What else is there?
Kim Taehyung
Did you forget something?
Taehyung fidgeted with his hands somewhat awkwardly.
Taehyung grew even more embarrassed, his clear eyes flickering, but he plucked up the courage to say anyway.
For some reason, Yi felt thoroughly bested.
Taehyung ultimately got his hands on the ten million as he wished.
Although he had grinded his way through the entertainment industry for a full decade, coming from humble beginnings with no background or resources, his career path had been far more arduous and steep than anyone else's.
No one understood the hardships of poverty better than he did.
The body's original owner, despite being part of a wealthy family, was neither liked nor favored and had a habit of squandering money left and right, leaving him flat broke.
His years in the entertainment industry had been a total trainwreck, and the fact that he hadn’t left Taehyung with any debt was the best gift he could have given.
So, this ten million came at just the right time. With it, Taehyung could kick back and retire and live out his days in peace, couldn’t he?
Kim Taehyung
Indeed, young people really ought to think bigger.
Since he was here now, he might as well make the best of it. What did it matter—wealthy young masters, the entertainment industry, love and romance? It was all trivial in the grand scheme of things.
Taehyung ordered takeout, cozied back up into the sofa, and opened his phone.
Netizens
Taehyung, get out of the entertainment industry! You fake, usurping fraud—the real one is back, and you still have the nerve to stick around? Have some shame!
Sona
So mad rn! The beneficiary dares to bully the victim? Kim Xiuyi has suffered so much—stolen from his family as a child, working hard to get where he is today, finally reunited with his birth parents only to be bullied by this imposter Taehyung. Doesn’t the Kim family feel any heartache? Can’t they just make Taehyung drop dead?
Luna
Taehyung, have some dignity. Wouldn’t it be better to leave gracefully?
Grace
I always said it—every Kim family young master is exceptional, except for Taehyung, who’s just a useless pretty face. Turns out he’s a complete fake.
Taehyung scrolled through gleefully—
Kim Taehyung
Who didn’t love gossip?
Kim Xiuyi had entered the entertainment industry on his own, making a name for himself even before the Kim family found him.
He had risen through sheer talent—looks, physique, acting skills—all of which totally eclipsed the original host.
The original host had been green with envy, not only making snide remarks about him online but also deliberately buying negative hashtags to target him.
Kim Xiuyi’s fans had always loathed Kim Taehyung, and now that Kim Xiuyi’s true identity as the real young master was exposed, they were partying like they'd won the lottery.
Grace
Kim Taehyung, get out of the Kim family!
Sona
Kim Taehyung, get out of the entertainment industry!
Two hashtags soared straight to the top of the trending list.
Taehyung figured—he wasn’t familiar with wealthy families, but the entertainment industry? That he knew well.
In his previous life, Taehyung had entered the industry alone at seventeen, grinding away for five years as an extra. With no background or resources, he faced rejection at every corner.
Later, he finally caught a break with a minor role in a web drama, only to face relentless suppression due to his striking looks and solid acting skills.
Still, he never gave up, honing his craft tirelessly for ten years and constantly striving to improve, eventually managing to make a small splash in the industry.
For someone of humble origins like him, that was a small victory.
But those ten years in the industry had turned Kim Taehyung into a total grind—he’d been an extra, a stunt double, even worked behind the scenes. Even after signing with an agency, he remained buried in minor roles, leaving him with a body full of work-related injuries by the age of twenty-seven.
Now, with ten million handed to him on a silver platter, all he wanted was to retire and live out his days in peace.
So, without a second thought, Taehyung turned off his phone. Fine, he’d leave—he’d bounce out with his freshly acquired ten million.
In his past life, Taehyung had lost his parents young and was raised by his grandmother, his only family. But she passed away when he was twenty-four.
With no one left to tie him down, and having lived cautiously as a workaholic, he reached twenty-seven without ever experiencing romance—a thought that hit him as kinda sad.
Now, in this world, not only was he seven or eight years younger, all his aches and pains gone, and suddenly ten million richer, but he was also in a boys' love world where men could marry men. Under such circumstances, not cutting loose a little would be a disservice to himself.
Thinking of this, Kim Taehyung mind couldn't help replaying that exhilarating encounter—the man’s heavy breathing still ringing in his ears, his toned muscles flashing in his mind, the scorching touch, those indescribable sensations...
Taehyung was instantly flushed.
Guilty, ashamed, but...
How could he forget something so deeply etched into his bones? For someone who’d been single for twenty-seven years, that scene was an absolute killer.
Kim Taehyung
No, no—why be ashamed? This life was meant to be lived freely.
Kim Taehyung
The door to this new world had just opened—how could he not even dare to take a peek?
Kim Taehyung
No more chickening out!
While rationalizing to himself, Taehyung furtively grabbed his phone and opened the search bar.
Kim Taehyung
Price for a male model at Serenity Club for one night.
Remembering the man’s sculpted chest pressed against his face, his pulse-racing hotness and physique, Taehyung quietly deleted his search and typed instead—
Kim Taehyung
Begging for the price of a top-tier male model at Serenity Club for one night!
Kim Taehyung
Even if he’d been a little out of it at the time, that man was definitely premium grade!
Rock-hard bod, mad skills, and a face that stole souls—even Taehyung, accustomed to the entertainment industry’s beauties, couldn’t shake the memory.
But the next second, Taehyung's eyes widened.
Kim Taehyung
O-one... one million?!
Remembering the hundred-yuan tip he’d left that morning, Taehyung was utterly crushed.
Chapter 3
In the ornate Jeon family estate, a tall man languidly across the sofa
His legs were casually crossed, one hand holding a phone while his long fingers absently swiped across the screen. His lowered eyelids did little to conceal his cold, mesmerizing eyes, though at this moment, they carried a hint of disquieting confusion—though more than anything, they exuded an unconscious air of intimidation.
The butler standing beside him couldn’t help but quake internally.
Butler
💭 Good lord, why has this ancestor returned? Thankfully, the room that had been vacant for years had always been kept clean.
The man abruptly switched the position of his crossed legs, the movement startling the butler into an involuntary flinch. Yet the man remained silent, seemingly engrossed in whatever was on his phone—though his other hand moved.
In that hand was a crumpled, wrinkled hundred-yuan bill.
He unconsciously kneaded it, stretched it, kneaded it again, stretched it again… repeating the motion countless times.
To the butler, that poor hundred-yuan bill was nothing short of a hapless casualty about to meet its tragic fate.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind—it was Zhu Ye, the man’s ever-present right-hand man.
Zhu Ye
Boss, the eldest young master has returned.
The old butler’s pulse jumped. He already knew who the designated scapegoat would be
Without looking up, the man said,
His tone carried a mix of amusement and indifference, yet it was inescapably authoritative.
Soon, Jeon Hongan, the most highly anticipated heir of the Jeon family, stood before the man.
Jeon Hongan was the eldest grandson of the Jeon family, the heir painstakingly cultivated by the clan. His status within the Jeon family was unparalleled, and he owed deference to none—except for the man before him.
This was his Third Uncle, the most shadowy and unassuming yet undeniably influential figure in the Jeon family—Jeon Jungkook.
The outside world might not have heard of him, and even within high society, few knew much about him—but within the Jeon family, no one dared overlook his existence.
The moment Jeon Hongan saw him, he couldn’t help but recall the dread of his Third Uncle’s dominion. Even though Jeon Jungkook was only a few years older, and even though he rarely stayed at home, the fear remained.
Hongan stood tall, already exuding the bearing of command—yet before Jungkook, he instinctively clenched his fists.
Jungkook gaze never left his phone screen, nor did he show any intention of speaking.
In the end, Hongan didn’t dare sit. Instead, he cast an inquiring look at the butler, only to receive a complicated, commiserating gaze in return.
A sudden apprehension seized Jeon Hongan.
Jeon Hongan
Third Uncle, you wanted to see me?
Among the Jeon family’s younger generation, Jeon Hongan was unquestionably the finest-looking—yet somehow, he always faded beside the man before him.
Though their styles were entirely different, standing side by side, Jeon Hongan always seemed overshadowed—even his presence was completely eclipsed. He ground his molars in suppressed vexation.
Finally, Jungkook looked up. His phoenix eyes were disconcertingly exquisite, lazily indifferent yet inexplicably radiating an irresistible gravity.
Jeon Jungkook
The night before last, you went to Tranquil Hearts Club?
The question was casual, yet Hongan’s heart tightened inexplicably.
Tranquil Hearts Club was the most popular and high-end male escort club in the city, filled with countless escorts and an atmosphere of unbridled indulgence. Nearly every scion in their social circle was a VIP there, many lured like sailors to sirens.
Of course, as the future heir of the Jeon family, Hongan’s conspicuous attendance there was inappropriate—so was his Third Uncle criticizing his dissolute habits for tarnishing the Jeon family’s image?
But Jungkook had never cared about such things, much less the lives of the Jeon family members. Hongan didn’t understand his uncle’s intentions, but he still explained:
Jeon Hongan
Third Uncle, Tranquil Hearts Club is part of the Jeon holdings. I’ve been managing it for the past few years.
Jeon Hongan
The club’s discretion protocols have always been unbreachable. No one would know I was there, and it wouldn’t affect the Jeon family’s reputation.
Jeon Hongan
I went there for other matters—not what you’re thinking.
He was very fastidious, after all.
Yet the man let out a scoffing laugh, his mocking look that might as well have shouted, *I couldn’t care less what you do.*
First, Jungkook couldn’t possibly be unaware that the club belonged to the Jeon family.
Second, he couldn’t care less about the Jeon family’s reputation.
And third, Jeon Hongan’s private life was none of his damn business.
The scornful laugh sent a wave of humiliation and anger surging through Hongan, his fists clenching involuntarily again.
Jeon Jungkook
So *you’re* the one managing it. Figures.”
The man’s sarcastic tone made the tendons in Jeon Hongan’s hands stood rigid.
Jeon Hongan
What do you mean by that, Third Uncle?
Hongan was furious but ventured no retort—not even Old Master Jeon had ever treated him like this
Instead of answering, Jeon Jungkook tossed a dossier at him.
Jeon Jungkook
See for yourself.
Soon, Hongan’s brows furrowed.
They were detailed, damning records of the club’s involvement with drugs.
Many wealthy families dabbled in illicit ventures, but drugs were rarely one of them—especially since Old Master Jeon abhorred them vehemently.
The evidence in his hands was too thorough, too horrifying. The more Jeon Hongan read, the darker his expression grew. With great effort, he composed himself before looking back at the man.
Jeon Hongan
Third Uncle, rest assured, I’ll handle this matter properly.
If this were exposed, it wouldn’t shake the Jeon family’s standing, but it would undoubtedly deal a blow—especially in front of Old Master Jeon.
Yet Jungkook suddenly said,
Jeon Jungkook
No. You won’t handle it. I will.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m taking the club.
He didn’t understand. Jungkook rarely involved himself in the Jeon family’s businesses—he had his own ventures and kept them strictly separate.
Jeon Hongan
💭 Why would he suddenly set his sights on a club, especially one with such problems?
Jeon Hongan
No, I’ll arrange it immediately.
Hongan hastily conceded. As the future heir, though the current head of the Jeon family was still his father, transferring a small club was well within his authority. He just couldn’t fathom why his Third Uncle wanted it. Jungkook was hardly wanting for funds.
In truth, Jungkook himself didn’t know why he was assuming control of the club. His blackening countenance remained fixed on the hundred-yuan bill in his hand, his expression turning ever more impenetrable.
The man's unpredictable and eerie expression made Hongan somewhat uneasy. Everyone in the Jeon family knew it was best not to provoke this madman if possible. He immediately said,
Jeon Hongan
Third Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave?
Unexpectedly, Jungkook looked at him mockingly again.
Jeon Jungkook
How was your little hero moment?
Jeon Hongan
What do you mean, Third Uncle?
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