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Crimson Legacy

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Crimson Legacy

Introduction

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💀 JEON JUNGKOOK

Jeon Jungkook -25

|Mafia heir

| Senior at Florence University

| Cruel, powerful, emotionally restrained

senior student of business administration

("If you're going to love me, make sure it hurts.")

Domineering. Cold. Jealous. In control — until Taehyung shatters that calm.

🥀 KIM TAEHYUNG - 23

Real estate heir | Freshman at Florence University | Emotionally strong but soft-hearted | Secretly the mother of Jungkook's twins

("You didn't break me. You buried me alive and called it love.")

Soft yet guarded. Emotional core of the story. Carries the pain — and power — in silence.

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🧊 KIM JENNIE - 25

Jungkook's arranged wife | Fashion model | Mafia alliance daughter

('He may love you in memory. But I sleep beside him in silk.")

Antagonist. Beautiful, calculating, born to manipulate. Threatens Taehyung without lifting a finger.

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🕶️ JEON YOONGI - 30

Jungkook's older brother | CEO | Mafia by blood, businessman by choice

("I walked away from the blood. But I will wade back in it to protect what's mine.")

Strategic, protective, distant but quietly powerful.

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☀️ PARK -MIN JIMIN - 24

Yoongi's husband | Taehyung's lifelong best friend | Soft on the outside, sharp on the inside

Supportive, caring, wise. The emotional anchor of the group.

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🔥 KIM HOSEOK - 31

Taehyung's older brother | Married to Lia | KIM Global Estate's president

("Touch Taehyung again, and the only legacy they'll speak of is your death.")

Hot-blooded, loyal, terrifying when provoked. Mafia energy despite being in real estate.

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Kim Namjoon -51

CEO of KIM Global estates, Canada

Married to Kim Seokjin

Father of Taehyung and Hoseok

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Kim Seokjin -49

Mother of Taehyung and HOSEOK

Married to Kim Namjoon

Later in story there will be age gap of 6 years.....

Story will start now in their university days.

Chapter 1: The Transfer

Six years ago – Florence, Italy

"We're not here to fall in love," Jimin said. ( already in relationship)

"Speak for yourself," Taehyung smirked. "I want chaos, heartbreak, and maybe a tattooed man with a dark past."

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The sun hung low over Florence, casting gold across its cobbled streets and grand, age-worn architecture. A breeze fluttered through narrow alleys, carrying the faint scent of fresh espresso, citrus, and the distant strum of a street guitarist playing beneath a café awning.

Taehyung Kim dragged two suitcases behind him, sleek but heavy — the cost of packing an entire skincare regimen, several layers of designer knitwear, and enough film cameras to shoot an indie movie. Beside him, Park Jimin skipped a bit as he admired their new surroundings, his oversized button-down flaring behind him like a cape.

"Do you smell that, Tae?" Jimin exhaled with drama. "That's the scent of liberation. Of heartbreak waiting to happen."

"That's pigeon shit and strong perfume," Taehyung replied, shifting his shades up his nose. "We're in Europe, Jimin, not a K-drama."

"Oh, give it five minutes," Jimin said with a mischievous grin. "We're here to study business, not become monks. And Florence University is famous for two things—money and ridiculously hot seniors."

"I came here to study under global real estate leaders. Not flirt with every heir who owns a yacht and an attitude problem."

"Lies," Jimin smirked. "You packed silk shirts and that tragic poetry book for a reason, Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "My mom said if I come back dating a mafia prince, I'm getting disowned."

"And yet you looked directly at that billboard of Jeon Jungkook at the airport for seven seconds."

"That was research."

"That was thirst."

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Florence University was something out of a painting — gothic arches draped in ivy, centuries-old stone walls, fountains carved into lion heads. But beneath the aesthetic, it was elite. Ruthless. Built to educate the future kings and queens of global empires: CEOs, diplomats, real estate giants, media moguls, and yes — whispers said — mafia heirs.

The school was privately funded by ten of the world's richest dynasties. Its dormitories resembled five-star hotels more than student housing, with each hall themed after a Renaissance composer. Taehyung and Jimin were assigned to Monteverdi Hall — third floor, corner room, high ceilings and arched windows that overlooked the courtyard.

The elevator chimed open, revealing warm wood-paneled walls and gold sconces. Taehyung raised a brow. "Is this university or a royal palace?"

Jimin opened their dorm room with a satisfying click. "Dibs on the window bed."

"No way," Taehyung darted past him. "I'm emotionally dependent on morning light. You can't take that from me."

They bickered for three minutes, ending with Jimin dramatically flopping onto the other bed and declaring, "Fine, but I want half the closet space."

Taehyung snorted. "You brought fifteen shirts and nine jars of night cream."

"Exactly. Half."

The room was a warm beige with sleek oak flooring, two full beds with cream duvets, and minimalist modern lighting. A central glass desk stretched between their spaces, already being divided with quiet chaos — Jimin's skincare, perfumes, and Bluetooth speaker on one side; Taehyung's sketchpads, film rolls, and tiny potted cactus on the other.

The view was a dream — a full view of the garden courtyard where upperclassmen lounged in designer leisurewear. One of them, a tall figure in all black, leaned against a sport bike, cigarette balanced on his lip.

Taehyung blinked. "Okay, wait. That guy looks like trouble."

Jimin peeked. "Dark hair, leather boots, undercut... mhm. He looks like he throws punches before breakfast. Your type."

"I like men who read books, thank you."

"He probably reads threats."

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As they unpacked, Taehyung carefully unwrapped his vintage Leica camera and placed it beside his sketchpad.

"Still doing portraits?" Jimin asked, hanging his silk shirts. "Your last ones were unreal."

"Yeah," Taehyung said, eyes distant. "I want to capture real expressions this year. Messy stuff. Emotion."

"You mean like heartbreak?"

"Don't tempt fate."

Jimin nodded toward his side of the desk, now stacked with journal notes and a slim book titled The Art of Influence. "I'm focusing on people, too. But like... psychologically."

Taehyung raised a brow. "You're flirting with business psychology again?"

"I'm flirting with Yoongi, actually."

"Oh god, again?"

Jimin grinned. "We're soft-launching this semester. No labels."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Just say you're obsessed and afraid of commitment."

"Correct."

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After setting up the Wi-Fi and locating the nearest bubble tea shop on Google Maps, they both flopped on their beds for the routine family call.

Taehyung's screen flickered with the pixel-perfect image of Kim Seokjin, elegantly dressed, sipping wine in their Toronto penthouse. Beside him sat Namjoon, glasses perched on his nose, typing on two tablets at once.

"Well," Seokjin began, eyeing the background, "at least the room looks clean."

"You two settled in okay?" Namjoon asked, eyes softening.

"Yeah, Appa," Taehyung smiled. "Room's good. Italy's beautiful. Jimin already wants a boyfriend."

Jimin appeared in Taehyung's frame with a peace sign. "I'd like to thank your genes for making Tae irresistible. The locals are already staring."

Seokjin smirked. "Tell them to stare at your GPA first."

Across the room, Jimin connected with Yoongi via video. The screen lit up with a sleepy man in a black t-shirt, curled under grey sheets, one AirPod in.

"You made it," Yoongi murmured, voice low.

"Yeah," Jimin smiled. "Room's nice. You'd like it."

"Bet you already claimed the better bed."

"No," Jimin lied. "I let Taehyung win."

Yoongi smirked. "You always let Taehyung win."

"Only when I want him to owe me."

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That night, after ramen and gossip, Taehyung lit a lavender-scented candle and sat by the window, sketching loosely in pencil. Jimin was stretched across his bed, legs up the wall, scrolling his phone.

"I'm telling you, Jungkook is real," Jimin said, showing a campus photo from Reddit. "Top of the mafia food chain. Doesn't talk. Straight A's. Built like a demon. Apparently, no one knows how he got into the school. His dad's part of some criminal syndicate or something."

Taehyung didn't look up. "Sounds like someone who ruins people for sport."

"Exactly. Why do I feel like you two are going to make out in an elevator by chapter ten of this semester?"

"Jimin."

"What? I'm just saying."

Taehyung exhaled. "I'm not looking for anyone this year."

"Because you're still hung up on that ex who ghosted you in 11th grade?"

"Because I don't want to feel small around someone again."

Jimin sat up slowly. "Tae..."

"I just want peace, okay?" he said, quieter. "No games. No chase. Just... me."

Jimin softened. "You deserve that."

"I mean," Taehyung added with a half-smile, "unless he has tattoos and deep emotional repression. Then I'm doomed."

Jimin threw a pillow. "You're the worst."