Rebirth: The Man I'm Keeping Turns Out to Be a Tycoon (Taekook)
Chapter 1 Transmigration
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Someone
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.
Jungkook, 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.
Jeon Jungkook
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 Jeon Jinyong.
Jungkook’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 Jeon Jinyong, the man before him exuded a captivating allure, and even the partially revealed collarbone beneath his loose shirt seemed inexplicably sensual.
Jeon Jinyong almost awkwardly averted his gaze before frowning impatiently
This person had been utterly spoiled by the Jeon family—stupid, selfish, and completely oblivious. He had always flaunted his status as the youngest son of the Jeon family, parading it everywhere
Jeon Jinyong had always despised this youngest brother, loathing him to the core. Fortunately, the true young master of the Jeon 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 Jeon family’s youngest son for nineteen years. If he had any self-awareness, he would leave the Jeon 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 Jeon family.
Jeon Jinyong was utterly dumbfounded by his idiocy.
Unfortunately, the Jeon 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.
Jeon Jinyong
"Jeon Jungkook, the Jeon family has never wronged you all these years. We don’t expect your gratitude, but you should at least possess a basic sense of shame."
Jeon Jinyong
"Even now, with Baekhyun found, the Jeon family hasn’t cast you out. I hope you understand your place—Baekhyun is the true young master of the Jeon family, while you’ve been nothing but a usurper all these years."
Jeon Jinyong
"You must understand, the Jeon family can give you everything, and they can take it all away."
Jeon Jinyong
"The choice is entirely yours."
Jeon Jinyong’s words were terse, direct, and devoid of any brotherly affection.
If Jeon Jungkook were intelligent, he would obediently step aside and return everything that rightfully belonged to Baekhyun. That way, for the sake of appearances, the Jeon family might still acknowledge him as the fake young master they had raised for nineteen years. But Jungkook was both stupid and malicious. His previous schemes born of jealousy against Baekhyun were bad enough, but after learning Baekhyun’s true identity, he had escalated to slandering and vilifying him online…
If not for the risk of tarnishing Baekhyun’s reputation, the Jeon family would never have been so lenient with Jeon Jungkook
So, if Jeon Jungkook 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 Jeon Jinyong didn’t know was that Jungkook’s thoughts at that moment were identical to his own.
Stupid. The original host was truly stupid.
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—
Wouldn’t it be better to just take the money, lie low, and live a carefree life?
Jungkook 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, Jungkook 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, Jeon Jungkook.
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, Jeon Baekhyun, integrate into high society, the Jeon 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 Jeon Baekhyun, 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 Jeon family’s young master.
The original host had convinced himself that the company was withholding good resources from him. Meanwhile, Baekhyun—even before his true identity was revealed—had outshone him at every turn. Despite his humble origins, Baekhyun 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 Baekhyun.
The original host was convinced Baekhyun had seduced his beloved.
Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.
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Chapter 2 Transmigration
Now that Baekhyun’s true identity was exposed, and the Jeon 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 Baekhyun.
But Baekhyun was now the Jeon family’s treasure. Naturally, Jeon Jinyong—the future heir—had come to intervene.
Jungkook didn’t know why he had woken up as this world’s Jungkook, but since he was here now, he had no intention of squandering this opportunity. After all, the original villain’s fate had been horrific.
Seeing Jungkook remain silent, Jinyong thought contemptuously of his greed. He was about to list all the stupid things Jungkook had done when the man’s previously unfocused, tear-glazed eyes suddenly sharpened, gleaming as they locked onto him.
Jeon Jungkook
"Big Brother, you’re right."
Jeon Jinyong paused. No tantrums, no anger—just those words, stopping him mid-sentence. What kind of act was this fool putting on now?
Jeon Jungkook
"Big Brother, I was young and foolish before. I misunderstood things."
Jeon Jungkook
"But now I’ve realized—I took Baekhyun’s place. Everything I had was given by the Jeon family, and all of it rightfully belongs to Baekhyun. I shouldn’t fight for it, and I have no right to."
Jeon Jungkook
"My position is awkward now, but Mom and Dad haven’t kicked me out. The fact that you’re even willing to see me, let alone offer me ten million yuan, is more generosity than I merit. Really, I’ll never do anything stupid again, and I’ll never harm Baekhyun. If I do, may I be damned for eternity."
Jeon Jungkook
"Is that okay, Big Brother?"
Jungkook looked utterly docile, his eyes overflowing with earnestness.
These… were supposed to be his lines.
A strategic withdrawal? But did this idiot even have the brains for that? Or was he plotting something else?
Frowning again, Jinyong scrutinized Jungkook.
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 Jinyong had to look away.
In truth, Jungkook was just barely containing his glee over the ten million yuan—his eyes were practically sparkling.
Jeon Jinyong
"If you… understand, then good."
Whatever scheme this fool was brewing, Jinyong wasn’t worried. In his eyes, any tricks Jungkook 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 Jungkook called after him urgently.
Jeon Jungkook
"Big Brother?"
Jeon Jinyong
"What else is there?"
Jeon Jinyong
"Did you forget something?"
Jungkook fidgeted with his hands somewhat awkwardly.
Jinyong's frown deepened,
Jungkook grew even more embarrassed, his clear eyes flickering, but he plucked up the courage to say anyway.
Jeon Jungkook
"Ten million."
For some reason, Jinyong felt thoroughly bested.
Jungkook 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 Jungkook with any debt was the best gift he could have given.
So, this ten million came at just the right time. With it, Jungkook could kick back and retire and live out his days in peace, couldn’t he?
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.
Jungkook ordered takeout, cozied back up into the sofa, and opened his phone.
"Jungkook, 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!"
"So mad rn! The beneficiary dares to bully the victim? Baekhyun 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 Jungkook. Doesn’t the Jeon family feel any heartache? Can’t they just make Jungkook drop dead?"
"Jungkook, have some dignity. Wouldn’t it be better to leave gracefully?"
"I always said it—every Jeon family young master is exceptional, except for Jungkook, who’s just a useless pretty face. Turns out he’s a complete fake."
Jungkook scrolled through gleefully—who didn’t love gossip?
Baekhyun had entered the entertainment industry on his own, making a name for himself even before the Jeon 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.
Baekhyun’s fans had always loathed Jungkook, and now that Baekhyun’s true identity as the real young master was exposed, they were partying like they'd won the lottery.
"#Jungkook, get out of the Jeon family!"
"#Jungkook, get out of the entertainment industry!"
Two hashtags soared straight to the top of the trending list.
Jungkook figured—he wasn’t familiar with wealthy families, but the entertainment industry? That he knew well.
In his previous life, Jungkook 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 Jungkook 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, Jungkook turned off his phone. Fine, he’d leave—he’d bounce out with his freshly acquired ten million.
In his past life, Jungkook 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, Jungkook’s 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...
Damn it. Jungkook was instantly flushed.
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.
No, no—why be ashamed? This life was meant to be lived freely. The door to this new world had just opened—how could he not even dare to take a peek?
While rationalizing to himself, Jungkook furtively grabbed his phone and opened the search bar.
"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, Jungkook quietly deleted his search and typed instead—
"Begging for the price of a top-tier male model at Serenity Club for one night!"
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 Jungkook, accustomed to the entertainment industry’s beauties, couldn’t shake the memory.
But the next second, Jungkook’s eyes widened.
Jeon Jungkook
"O-one... one million?!"
Remembering the hundred-yuan tip he’d left that morning, Jungkook was utterly crushed.
Chapter 3 Male Model
In the ornate Kim 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.
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 Yeonjun, the man’s ever-present right-hand man.
Yeonjun
“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, Kim Bogum, the most highly anticipated heir of the Kim family, stood before the man.
Kim Bogum was the eldest grandson of the Kim family, the heir painstakingly cultivated by the clan. His status within the Kim 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 Kim family—Kim Taehyung
The outside world might not have heard of him, and even within high society, few knew much about him—but within the Kim family, no one dared overlook his existence.
The moment Kim Bogum saw him, he couldn’t help but recall the dread of his Third Uncle’s dominion. Even though Kim Taehyung was only a few years older, and even though he rarely stayed at home, the fear remained.
Kim Bogum stood tall, already exuding the bearing of command—yet before Kim Taehyung, he instinctively clenched his fists.
Kim Taehyung’s gaze never left his phone screen, nor did he show any intention of speaking.
In the end, Kim Bogum 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 Kim Bogum.
Kim Bogum
“Third Uncle, you wanted to see me?”
Among the Kim family’s younger generation, Kim Bogum 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, Kim Bogum always seemed overshadowed—even his presence was completely eclipsed. He ground his molars in suppressed vexation.
Finally, Kim Taehyung looked up. His phoenix eyes were disconcertingly exquisite, lazily indifferent yet inexplicably radiating an irresistible gravity.
Kim Taehyung
“The night before last, you went to Tranquil Hearts Club?”
The question was casual, yet Kim Bogum’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 Kim family, Kim Bogum’s conspicuous attendance there was inappropriate—so was his Third Uncle criticizing his dissolute habits for tarnishing the Kim family’s image?
But Kim Taehyung had never cared about such things, much less the lives of the Kim family members. Kim Bogum didn’t understand his uncle’s intentions, but he still explained:
Kim Bogum
“Third Uncle, Tranquil Hearts Club is part of the Kim holdings. I’ve been managing it for the past few years.”
Kim Bogum
“The club’s discretion protocols have always been unbreachable. No one would know I was there, and it wouldn’t affect the Kim family’s reputation.”
Kim Bogum
“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, Kim Taehyung couldn’t possibly be unaware that the club belonged to the Kim family.
Second, he couldn’t care less about the Kim family’s reputation.
And third, Kim Bogum’s private life was none of his damn business.
The scornful laugh sent a wave of humiliation and anger surging through Kim Bogum, his fists clenching involuntarily again.
Kim Taehyung
“So you’re the one managing it. Figures.”
The man’s sarcastic tone made the tendons in Kim Bogum’s hands stood rigid.
Kim Bogum
“What do you mean by that, Third Uncle?”
Kim Bogum was furious but ventured no retort—not even Old Master Kim had ever treated him like this.
Instead of answering, Kim Taehyung tossed a dossier at him.
Kim Taehyung
“See for yourself.”
Soon, Kim Bogum’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 Kim abhorred them vehemently. The evidence in his hands was too thorough, too horrifying. The more Kim Bogum read, the darker his expression grew. With great effort, he composed himself before looking back at the man.
Kim Bogum
“Third Uncle, rest assured, I’ll handle this matter properly.”
If this were exposed, it wouldn’t shake the Kim family’s standing, but it would undoubtedly deal a blow—especially in front of Old Master Kim.
Yet Kim Taehyung suddenly said,
Kim Taehyung
“No. You won’t handle it. I will.”
Kim Taehyung
“I’m taking the club.”
He didn’t understand. Kim Taehyung rarely involved himself in the Kim family’s businesses—he had his own ventures and kept them strictly separate. Why would he suddenly set his sights on a club, especially one with such problems?
Kim Taehyung raised a brow.
Kim Taehyung
“Objections?”
Kim Bogum
“No, I’ll arrange it immediately.”
Kim Bogum hastily conceded. As the future heir, though the current head of the Kim 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. Kim Taehyung was hardly wanting for funds.
In truth, Kim Taehyung 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.
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