Prologue: Death, Novels, and a Not-So-Graceful Rebirth

Taehyung’s life had been pretty average. University. Coffee. Fanfiction binges at 2 a.m. And an unhealthy obsession with the fantasy novel "Crimson Crown."

The novel wasn’t even that popular—just one of those niche BL gems with angsty princes, betrayal, and one poor cinnamon-roll-turned-dark-lord named Jungkook.

Taehyung had cried like a baby when he finished it.

“Why did you turn evil, baby?!” he sobbed, hugging the book dramatically while eating cold ramen. “You deserved hugs, not heartbreak! You should’ve fallen for me!”

And then—ironically—he died. A damn truck.

Classic.

He woke up to a high-pitched scream. His own.

“AaaaaAHHH—ow.”

Face-first into an expensive-looking carpet. There were chandeliers. And flowers. And an old lady yelling in fancy language.

“What in the reincarnation is happening—”

Then it hit him like the truck all over again.

He was in Crimson Crown.

In the body of Kim Taehyung, the Duke’s son. A background character who dies in chapter five. Lovely.

Cue: Panicking. Lots of panicking.

He dashed to the mirror. Same face. A little younger. Flawless skin. Honestly, he looked like he walked off a k-drama set.

“Okay, okay. I can do this. Just don’t die. Don’t cause drama. And—oh no. The Prince!”

Prince Jungkook. The dark-haired beauty who turned cruel after a heartbreaking betrayal. Taehyung remembered every moment—every emotional monologue. He was a Jungkook simp, after all.

“This is it. My second chance. I will protect him. I will give him love, therapy, and maybe even bubble tea.”

A knock interrupted his mental breakdown.

“Master Taehyung?” came the calm voice of his butler,Will —who was weirdly handsome for a servant. “Your parents are waiting downstairs.”

Taehyung blinked.

Wait… Seokjin? As in—

Enter: Chaos Family

“Sweetheart!” cried his mother, Jin, rushing to hug him with an armful of cookies. “Are you okay? You fainted during piano lessons again.”

“Probably dreaming about cute boys,” Namjoon, his tall, intellectual dad, muttered with a chuckle.

“I—what? No! I mean, yes! I mean—hi! I’m fine! This is fine! Everything’s fine!”

Jin exchanged a look with Namjoon. “He’s glitching again.”

“Just give him milk.”

“I’M NOT A KID!”

But he drank the milk anyway.

Taehyung flopped onto his bed that night, cookie crumbs on his lips, heart pounding with both terror and glee.

He was alive. Reborn. In a magical world. With loving parents. And a mission.

To love and protect the crown prince.

“Oh Jungkookie,” he whispered to the ceiling, starry-eyed. “Just you wait. I’ll save you from your emo arc.”

And possibly seduce you while I’m at it, he didn’t add aloud.

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