The crash

Life rarely follows the promises people make on joyful nights.

TEN YEARS LATER ....

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Years later, a devastating financial crisis struck the Jeon family. The Jeon Enterprise suffered enormous losses, and the company that had once stood tall eventually collapsed under the weight of its debts.

With the fall of the business came the collapse of relationships as well.

The friendship between Jungkook's father and Lisa's father gradually deteriorated, turning into a bitter conflict filled with blame and resentment. What had once been a strong partnership became a source of constant disagreement.

Caught in the middle of it all were Jungkook and Lisa.

Already distant from one another, the growing tension between their families only widened the gap. Before long, they began living separate lives, with little contact and even less understanding between them. Their marriage existed in name alone, and eventually they stopped meeting altogether.

They had no children to bind them together, no shared future left to protect.

Lisa remained in Korea, choosing to stay close to the life she had always known.

Jungkook, on the other hand, left everything behind and moved to England.

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The window stood open, allowing a strong gust of wind to sweep into the room. The breeze tousled the man's hair, sending a few strands across his face.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cool air wash over him.

A faint smile touched his lips.

Well, at least Rosewick University hired me,

He murmured to himself.

Today's my first day.

Opening his eyes again, he looked out at the unfamiliar city stretching beyond the glass.

Hopefully, everything goes well.

And that man… was none other than,

Jeon Jungkook.

Time had rewritten him completely.

The boy who once stood silently at a wedding hall was long gone. In his place stood a 28-year-old man—composed, distant, and sharply refined by years that had not been kind.

He was no longer soft around the edges. Life had carved maturity into him, turning him into someone who carried both silence and strength in equal measure.

Even his appearance had changed.

Subtle piercings on his eyebrow and lip added a quiet edge to his presence, enhancing the intensity in his gaze rather than softening it. There was a controlled confidence in the way he carried himself now—effortless, yet undeniably commanding.

His entire sleeve was inked in intricate tattoos, each design flowing into the next like a quiet story etched onto his skin. It added a striking depth to his appearance, enhancing the quiet intensity he already carried.

Yet Jungkook rarely revealed it in public.

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The classroom door suddenly swung open with a sharp sound, making every student turn their heads toward it.

For a moment, the room fell into a brief silence.

Then one of the students stood up from his seat and walked over, stopping right in front of Taehyung with an amused grin.

Oooh Taehyung, where were you lost?

he said teasingly.

Your girlfriend just came looking for you a while ago. She even asked about you and left.

He shook his head with a playful sigh.

Honestly, you really trouble her a lot, man.

Oh really?

Taehyung replied casually, raising an eyebrow.

It’s fine, bro. I just talked to her this morning anyway. We’ll meet later.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, brushing off the comment with an easy smile.

Come on, let’s just arm wrestle.

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Time moved forward quietly, like it always does.

Taehyung was now 20 years old.

The boy who once blushed at a name had grown into a young man stepping into a new world. His parents, wanting the best for his future, had arranged his higher studies abroad, and soon he found himself admitted to Rosewick University in England.

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The classroom door burst open as a student rushed inside, slightly out of breath, excitement clear in his voice.

Guys! A new professor is joining today!

He announced.

I heard he’s from Korea and he’ll be teaching Literature.

A few students exchanged interested looks.

Ohh, Taehyung, he’s from your country!

someone teased from the back.

Taehyung barely looked up from his seat.

So what?

he muttered lazily.

What does it even matter? He can be from anywhere.

He leaned back, clearly uninterested, as the chatter around him continued.

The principal is bringing him here himself,

another student whispered excitedly.

Looks like he might even be our new class teacher.

A few groans immediately followed.

seriously Another one?

Taehyung clicked his tongue softly, leaning further back in his chair.

Ugh… what is this mess,

Can’t they just hire teachers properly in one go? Why all this drama?

Around him, students continued complaining and gossiping, but Taehyung only looked away, already bored of the idea of yet another unfamiliar professor stepping into their routine.

The principal stepped into the classroom, and immediately the atmosphere shifted. Students straightened in their seats, the casual noise fading into attentive silence.

Students, at the beginning of this academic year, I would like to introduce your Literature teacher.

A soft tension filled the room as everyone waited.

Then the door opened again.

And Jungkook entered.

For a brief moment, it felt like even the room noticed him.

The classroom lights caught the subtle edge of his appearance—the faint glint of his lip piercing, the calm confidence in his expression.

His eyebrow piercing was missing today, but the remaining one only added to his quiet intensity.

As Jungkook stepped further into the classroom, every pair of eyes slowly turned toward him.

For a moment, there was silence—then soft whispers began to rise from the rows of students.

Oh my God… he’s so handsome,

Bro, seriously? Our new teacher looks like that?

another student whispered, leaning toward her friend.

The girls around the room exchanged excited glances, their attention no longer on the syllabus or the principal, but on the striking figure standing at the front.

Jungkook, however, remained calm and composed, as if he was completely unaware of the quiet buzz he had just created.

In the middle of the murmurs and giggles, Taehyung sat unusually still—his back straight, eyes fixed forward.

Not on the board.

Not on the students.

Only on Jungkook.

His friend, noticing the sudden silence beside him, nudged him playfully and snapped his fingers in front of his face.

Bro, what happened? Did you dislike the sir that much already? Or are you planning something from now itself?

he joked with a grin.

But Taehyung didn’t respond immediately.

His gaze didn’t shift.

Hey, everyone, please be quiet and let him introduce himself.

The room slowly settled down, whispers fading into silence.

Jungkook stood calmly at the front, his gaze sweeping across the class before he spoke.

Hello, students. My name is Jeon Jungkook.

The moment the name left his lips, something shifted in the room—at least for Taehyung.

He closed his eyes tightly.

His breath hitched slightly, and without realizing it, his fingers moved to his head, pressing against his temple as if trying to steady something inside him.

Why… does this name feel familiar?

Like I’ve heard it before… somewhere…

Taehyung’s friend immediately noticed the change in him and panicked.

Bro, Taehyung, what happened? Are you okay? Hey… talk to me, what’s wrong with you?

he said, leaning closer in concern.

Taehyung kept his eyes shut for a moment, hand still pressed to his head, as if trying to push back something he couldn’t understand.

Seeing no response, his friend quickly turned toward the front.

Sir, excuse me,

he said urgently, standing up.

My friend isn’t feeling well. I need to take him to the nurse.

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