BACKSTORY

People said Jeon Jungkook was born lucky. Golden spoon. Ideal of the nation... He was Twenty-two only and...

Every headline had his name. Every business magazine used his face like he was a symbol of perfection.

But no one knew Jeon Jungkook hated being around middle class people. Not because he thought they were less.

But because he was terrified to feel anything real. He had seen how real people lived. He had seen how their feelings were raw, honest, pure, painful.

Wealthy people had masks. Middle class people had hearts. And Jungkook was afraid of hearts (Still he shows how much despises poor people)

He had created a wall around himself. A world where everyone respected him... Feared him... Praised him.

No one touched him emotionally. No one had the power. Until one day… a college invited him to give a speech.

Sacred Heart College. Middle class area, college, and people.

He didn’t want to go. He told his manager he didn’t want to mingle with them. He didn’t want to talk to those people. He didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that weren’t fake.

But that college belonged to someone close to him, someone he respected... He had no choice... So he went.

He stepped on the stage like a king entering a battlefield. He held the mic with his usual aura, confidence, the world watching him, few camera lights blinking, students whispering.

Then… his eyes found one boy in the crowd. One boy. Sitting third row from the back... Listening... Really listening.

Soft brown eyes. A shy, small smile. A calm face. No makeup. No expensive clothes. No loudness. Just a soft presence.

Kim Taehyung.

And in that exact moment, Jeon Jungkook forgot every word he practiced... Because that one boy smiled like the world was still innocent.

And for the first time in his life…

Jungkook fell.

Not slowly.

Not over time.

It was one single second... A strike... A lightning. A pure hit in the heart. He gave the speech somehow, but his mind wasn’t in his words anymore.

It was on that boy. Those calm eyes. That softness. That quiet strength. And that his graceful existence.

Jungkook was known for his sharp observation skills. He could read people like open books. And when he looked at Taehyung…

He saw kindness.

He saw innocence.

He saw something rare… untouched.

And Jungkook knew he wasn’t worthy of that softness... But he wanted it... He wanted that softness to be his home.

After the speech ended, students were lining up to greet Jungkook, to take photos, to brag they met him.

He didn’t care about anyone.

He wanted only one person.

only him.

He followed Taehyung with his eyes like a secret hunger he was ashamed to admit. Taehyung stood quietly near the window, holding his notebook close like it was his shield.

Jungkook approached. His heart beating loud. And first time hesitating. “Hey,” he said softly.

Taehyung’s eyes lifted. He smiled politely. Small, cute, gentle. "Hello, sir.”

That “sir” broke Jungkook.

He wasn’t used to feeling small. But next to Taehyung, he felt small emotionally.

Because Taehyung had something… pure. Jungkook asked for Taehyung’s name.

Taehyung told him shyly. And Jungkook didn’t waste time. He confessed. Straight. Hesitated.

“I think I fell for you at first sight.”

Taehyung’s smile faded in shock. He whispered quietly, “How can this possible? Anyway, I don’t know anything about love yet.”

And he walked away. Jungkook didn’t chase him. He just stood there… completely destroyed... and completely alive for the first time.

...****************...

Jungkook could not sleep that night. Taehyung’s voice kept repeating in his head. “I don’t know anything about love yet.”

Most people throw themselves at Jungkook... Fame attracts greed. Power attracts fake hearts.

But Taehyung… was different. He wasn’t interested in Jungkook’s status. He wasn’t impressed by alot money.

He had that rare innocence Jungkook was always afraid to touch. So Jungkook didn’t force anything.

He waited.

He went back to that college again and again, using random excuses— “checking the project he funded,” “seeing the campus progress.” "Greeting students."

Everyone believed his excuses. But he went just to see Taehyung. Only Taehyung.

He would stand far… and watch him reading, or listening in class, or he talking cutely with soft expressions.

Taehyung always spoke gently. He never raised his voice even when someone annoyed him. He would pout cutely or laugh softly.

And Jungkook felt something dark inside his chest whenever someone else made his Taehyung smile.

Jealousy.

Possessiveness.

Protectiveness.

He didn’t want anyone to have what he felt first... But he didn’t go near him. He didn’t touch him. He didn’t confess again.

He just stayed present.

Silently.

Patiently.

Watching.

And slowly… Taehyung started noticing him too. Taehyung would catch him looking… and blush.

Taehyung would look away shyly… and smile to himself. This time… Taehyung wasn’t scared...

Taehyung was curious.

He didn’t know this feeling, but he liked how Jungkook watched him without lust, without hunger, and without condition.

It was devotion.

One day, Taehyung approached Jungkook first. “Why do you keep coming here?” he asked in his cute voice.

Jungkook didn’t hide anything. “To see you,” he said simply.

Taehyung’s cheeks turned pink. “You really like me?”

“I love you,” Jungkook corrected.

Soft.

Honest.

Confident.

Taehyung bit his lip nervously. “I think…” he whispered, “I’m starting to like you too.”

That was the moment Jungkook felt his chest explode with warmth. He didn’t hug him. Didn’t touch him.

He just nodded…

like he received the most precious gift on earth.

...

Their relationship grew silently.

Secret texts.

Secret calls.

Secret late night rooftop talks.

Jungkook never asked for a kiss. Never even held Taehyung’s hand. Because he knew… if he touched him even once… his own heart would lose control.

Taehyung was like glass.

Beautiful.

Soft.

Pure.

Jungkook was terrified of breaking him.

So every night, Jungkook would sit inches away… listening to Taehyung talking about small things —

• how his day was

• how he likes sunsets

• how he likes warm soup

• how he likes silence

Taehyung talked cutely, softly, in small innocent sentences. Jungkook listened like it was sacred.

Like every word was poetry specially made for him. Even blinking felt sinful. And Tae too started falling deeper.

Because Jungkook loved without condition.

For Taehyung… Jungkook became safe.

For Jungkook… Taehyung became home.

One day, Jungkook said, slowly, carefully:

“Can we keep this relationship a secret? I don't want anyone know about us. Not even parents. Friend too.”

Taehyung thought for a second and nodded.

“I also want that, but at least we can tell our parents.” he whispered.

"We will tell them when the right time come, hmm." Jungkook mumbled affectionately... Tae nodded.

Not because they were ashamed. But because they wanted their love untouched by the world... People ruin beautiful things.

They wanted their love protected.

Only for them.

So they created a secret world.

Jungkook bought a penthouse.

Not for status.

For privacy.

No one knew about that place.

Only two toothbrushes lived in that bathroom... Only theirs soft clothes lived in that wardrobe... Only the two soul living and enjoying their sweet moment.

Taehyung had his own small apartment for the world. But he slept in the penthouse every night.

In Jungkook’s silent world.

They cooked together. They ate together. They talked quietly for hours.

Jungkook would sit on the couch and Taehyung would talk in his cute voice. And Jungkook would just listen... like Taehyung’s voice was the only thing that kept him alive.

Sometimes Taehyung wondered…

Is this love enough?

Why doesn’t Jungkook ever hold him?

But then Jungkook would look at him with eyes full of infinite love and Taehyung would believe again... this love is deeper than touch. Maybe touch is too small for this kind of love. Maybe they’re too much.

7 years passed like this.

No one ever found out.

No one ever suspected.

The world saw Jeon Jungkook on the front page of magazines... But no one knew that every night, in a silent penthouse…

there was a boy named Kim Taehyung who talked in cute soft paragraphs about simple things… And Jungkook listened like it was the only truth that mattered.

Backstory End...

Our Secret started like this...

Next Level~

Seven years of secret love… and tonight something shifts inside this penthouse bedroom...and in Tae's mind.

Taehyung is twenty-four now. Kim Taehyung, the soft boy from a middle class life… the one who grew up with simple dreams and gentle hopes.

And Jeon Jungkook is twenty-nine now. The nation’s icon. The man who built success with his own hands. The man the whole country watches like a star.

No one knows they are boyfriends. No one knows that this penthouse is actually their home. No one knows how quietly, secretly, lovingly… they have been in a relationship for seven whole years.

Only they know.

Only these walls know.

Only these two hearts know.

And tonight Taehyung decides… he wants one more step. Not because he is impatient. But because his heart is ready.

Taehyung stands in front of the huge full-length mirror near the master bed. He tugs his hair shyly to one side, adjusting his small red pajama shirt.

He opens the first two buttons, just enough to show a bit of his collarbone. Nothing vulgar... Nothing dirty. Just a hint of his beauty.

He glances down at his reflection. His pajama's shorts are mid thigh. His legs look slim, smooth and innocent.

He blushes at his own reflection. He whispers to himself softly, lips curling into a tiny smirk: “Now let’s see how you resist me tonight, gentleman, Jeon Jungkook.”

He giggles under his breath. He feels a little evil and cute at the same time. Because Taehyung is shy by nature.

He talks softly.

He lives softly.

But tonight… tonight he wants to be the one to make the moment happen. Because he knows Jungkook won’t start. Jungkook always holds back. Jungkook always protects him too much.

He wants love too.

Seven years is enough.

Not dirty love. Not rushed love.

Just deeper love.

He places a hand over his own chest and breathes.

His heart is racing. He is soo nervous. But excited. He wants to take their relationship to the next level slowly, beautifully, gently.

The bathroom door opens.

Taehyung freezes.

Jungkook steps out.

His hair is still damp from shower. He is wearing his simple black night shirt and grey sweatpants. He is bulkier now… stronger now… intimidating in the whole world… but here in this room he is just Jungkook.

...Jeon Jungkook......

He stops in his tracks.

And he stares.

At Taehyung.

Silence.

Jungkook’s throat goes dry. His lips part a little. His eyes soften instantly. A tiny breath leaves him like a whisper: “baby…???”

The way Jungkook says “baby” every time… like Taehyung is something holy, precious, and only his...

A treasure.

Taehyung lifts his gaze, shy smile coming slowly, and he walks towards Jungkook step by step. He even tugs his hair again nervously.

...Jeon Taehyung......

Jungkook’s heart is beating too loud.

Taehyung’s voice is gentle when he speaks: “We are dating for seven years… don’t you think… we should take our relationship to the next level too, Koo?”

His tone is innocent. His eyes are big and hopeful. His hands slowly rest on Jungkook’s solid chest.

Jungkook gulps.

Even after a cold shower… he feels heat spreading inside him. Nervousness…desire…fear… everything.

“But… Sudde...” Jungkook tries to speak.

Taehyung immediately places a finger on Jungkook’s lips. “No but…”

Jungkook blinks, but his lips automatically lean forward like he wants to kiss Taehyung’s finger.

Taehyung giggles. His cheeks blush. Then he whispers softly but bravely: “I want you, daddy.”

Jungkook’s breath catches. Everything inside him tightens... not in lust... in emotion... This innocent boy, this pure hearted love of his... is trusting him with something so big.

And Taehyung continues, voice trembling: “Seven years, Jeon Jungkook… it’s not sudden... I want to be closer to you.”

His voice turns softer, emotional, and shaky. “Don’t you want me too?”

Jungkook feels a shock of pain and love combined. He immediately pulls Taehyung into a hug... tight... close, protective.

“Of course I want you. I only want you,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s soft hair. “Only you. Always you my baby.”

He closes his eyes. “I’m just afraid to ruin you.”

Taehyung gasps softly and steps back, eyes wide.

“Stupid bunny…” he whispers. “You will never ruin me. I trust you. Will you trust me too, daddy?”

"Of course my love, more than myself…" Jungkook mumbled affectionately with determine.

Taehyung smile shyly.

Jungkook looks at him... top to bottom... slowly. His eyes soften... He lifts one eyebrow slightly...

“Who taught you to call me daddy and seduce me like that wearing clothes.” he asks in a low voice, gently.

His hands slide to Taehyung’s waist... over his clothes... only a feather touch, so slow circles. Taehyung lets out a tiny breath, almost a soft sound.

“I searched… how to seduce your boyfriend… who is too much of a gentleman,” Taehyung whispers with a shy giggle, palming his face with one hand.

Jungkook chuckles too... a soft, deep sound... and he nuzzles Taehyung’s apple cheek with his nose...

“You don’t need to seduce me, Jeon Taehyung,” he murmurs, voice husky. “Your existence is enough to seduce me. Only I know how much I control myself every day.”

(He calls him Jeon Taehyung affectionately not Kim)

Taehyung’s breathing becomes faster. His long eyelashes flutter. “Then don’t control yourself…” Taehyung mumbles, lips parted slightly. “I’m all yours, daddy. Please… let’s go further... Please make love to me.”

Jungkook looks deeply into Taehyung’s doe eyes.

Emotion.

Fear.

Love.

He cups Taehyung’s face gently.

“We will,” he whispers. “But slow. Beautiful. Not rushed. Not just because of one night. I want our first time to be perfect. Not emotional panic.”

(both are virgin)

Taehyung’s heart melts.

Jungkook leans forward and kisses Taehyung’s forehead... very slow... very gentle... very full of love.

Taehyung closes his eyes.

Jungkook whispers near his ear: “Tonight we sleep together… close… like always... But this time… I will hold you without fear.”

Taehyung nods.

That alone already feels so intimate.

More special than anything.

"We will kiss too, daddy." Taehyung whined shyly. (They didn't kiss lip to lip... in these seven years).

Jungkook smiles softly and his voice drops lower. “As you say… my princess.”

He bends down and picks Taehyung up gently in his arms... he gasps softly and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook smiled at him. Taehyung rests his head on his chest, listening to the loud love heartbeat...

Jungkook carries him to the bed... slowly... so carefully... like he is holding the most precious thing his heart ever possessed.

He places Taehyung on the soft sheets and then lies beside him.

He pulls Taehyung into his chest... strong arms around his slim waist, their foreheads touching.

Jungkook whispers: “Tomorrow… we talk about everything. Without fear.”

Taehyung smiles, eyes sleepy. “Okay daddy.” Jungkook kisses his forehead again softly.

They close their eyes.

Seven years of innocent love.

Tonight… they take the very first step...

(Think to take... 😅🤭)

To Be Continued...

The Cut

Few weeks later…

Taehyung stood inside the Team Leader’s cabin with two other colleagues... They were waiting silently, hoping this time… maybe this time… the Team Leader would finally approve Taehyung’s design.

Taehyung had worked as a junior design assistant here for almost two years after his internship. He worked hard. He learned a lot. He improved every month.

But this man… this Team Leader… never accepted even one of Taehyung’s ideas.

Taehyung bit his lip nervously, fingers twisting with each other. The Team Leader checked the thick file slowly. Every second felt heavy.

Then suddenly, he slammed the file shut.

Taehyung flinched.

The two colleagues also froze.

And then the man shouted.

“THIS is what you call a design?!”

Before Taehyung could react, the Team Leader threw the thick file toward him. It hit Taehyung’s nose and lip sharply.

“A–ah…” Taehyung gasped, hand flying to his face. A sharp sting. A hot pain... The file dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

Blood immediately appeared on the edge of his lip. His nose tip also went red. Taehyung blinked fast, eyes shaking.

The Team Leader rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like I threw a rock. Stop overreacting... Get out of my face. You’re pathetic.”

Taehyung lowered his head.

Not just from the physical pain, but the emotional pain... It had been two years of this. Two years of humiliation.

The three of them walked out of the cabin. Outside, Jimin... one of his colleagues gasped when he saw the blood.

“Taehyung-ssi… you’re bleeding,” he said softly, quickly handing him tissue.

Taehyung widened his eyes. He pressed the tissue gently on his lip. The pain burned more now that he touched it.

Jimin helped wipe the blood more carefully. “We should put ointment... It will sting. But it’s small, don’t worry.”

Taehyung nodded, voice barely there. “Thank you…”

Jin, their other colleague, sighed deeply. “Don’t take leader' words to heart, Taehyung. He doesn’t know anything. I seriously have no idea how he became a Team Leader.”

Taehyung gave a small forced smile. Then they quietly walked back to their cabin. He sat in his chair slowly… touching his lip again.

His heart was beating fast now.

Not because of the pain.

Not because of fear.

But because…

How will he hide this from Jungkook?

Jungkook can’t tolerate even a simple scratch on Taehyung... He becomes furious... He becomes protective. He becomes uncontrollable.

Taehyung’s lips trembled slightly.

“I need to think of a good excuse before night…” he whispered to himself, staring at the small mirror on his table.

Because if Jungkook saw this injury... someone's peace would end tonight. (His team leader)

~•~

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city…

Jungkook sat at the head of a long conference table. His big eyes were sharp, posture straight, expression unreadable.

This was the Jeon Jungkook everyone in the world knew. Cold. Stern. Focused. Not gentle... Not soft... His voice was so firm as he looked at the charts on the digital screen.

“Slide back to page 7,” Jungkook ordered without raising his voice, but his tone held a clear authority. The staff obeyed instantly.

One employee tried to explain a design strategy but Jungkook shook his head lightly.

“No. We don’t move the launch to autumn. That’ll crash the brand plan. Stick to the original timeline,” he said calmly, almost like he was slicing the idea with a single sentence. People feared him because he didn’t show mercy in business.

And yet… the same stern man...who could cut a multi-million proposal in two seconds… became small, careful, gentle… for one boy.

Kim Taehyung.

Jungkook's ruthless with everyone... But with his Taehyung, he always spoke as if even one wrong word could hurt him.

Because Taehyung was the only place where Jungkook allowed his heart to live freely...

After the meeting ended, employees bowed and slowly exited the room. Jungkook stayed seated for a moment, exhaling softly. He leaned back slightly and reached for his phone.

A natural soft smile appeared on his lips the second he saw Taehyung’s chat window.

He typed: “Baby, did you eat lunch?”

He waited. He was used to waiting for Taehyung’s replies. Taehyung always replied sweetly, softly.

After a few moments, Taehyung’s message arrived. “Yes. I ate. And you? I am still working.”

Jungkook’s heart warmed. He immediately texted back. “Good... Don’t stress much... Work well but don’t overthink.”

He stared at the typing box on his screen for a few seconds, while thinking… then he added another message.

“Send me a photo?”

It wasn’t the first time Jungkook asked this.

Sometimes he just wanted to see Taehyung’s face for comfort in the middle of his business chaos... Sometimes he just wanted a visual proof that Tae was okay.

But Taehyung didn’t reply. The message remained seen… then silent. Jungkook waited.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Still no reply.

Jungkook gently frowned, not angry…

Just confused. He whispered to himself, “He must be busy,” and placed the phone face-down on his desk.

He didn’t know Taehyung was avoiding the camera because of the small cut corner of his lip. Because Taehyung was scared that Jungkook would worry too much. Or worse... take action.

Taehyung was trying to protect Jungkook… and protect his workplace situation.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead and he returned to work. But Taehyung’s silence stayed in the back of his mind.

He typed a note to his assistant to confirm the next department review. He looked at files. He spoke to another director. But part of him kept checking his phone subconsciously.

Just a glance.

Just a hope that Taehyung may text again.

Nothing.

Jungkook leaned back again and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

“I told him not to stress…” he muttered softly. “Is he okay?”

Because Jungkook could read millions of business numbers with ease… but he could not predict Tae’s heart.

And right now, a tiny ache formed in Jungkook’s chest. He missing him.

Seven years, and still Taehyung was the only person who could make Jeon Jungkook feel nervous like this.

Soft worried.

Soft longing.

Jungkook tried to focus again on his thick files. He convinced himself with a quiet breath, “He will text later. Let him work.”

He pushed his emotions down carefully, like always, and opened a new project file on his screen.

But deep inside, he knew something was off today.

He just didn’t know what…

…yet.

To Be Continued...