" You fucking serious?" Taehyung asked, his voice no longer sleepy but sharp and wide awake like someone just slapped him. He sat up straight, making Luna stir in her sleep.

" Do I ever joke like that, Tae?" Jungkook’s voice was dead cold. No humor. Just plain hatred laced in every word.

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face roughly. “ Who the fuck is the girl?”

“ I don’t know. Didn’t ask. Don’t care. I won’t marry her anyway.” Jungkook said like he was making a vow. A cold vow. His jaw was clenched, his hand tightening on the steering wheel as he drove recklessly in the midnight roads of Seoul.

“ Bro...what the fuck. Are they serious now? Like... this isn't some business deal gone wild... this is marriage.”

" For them it is a business deal... and I’m the fucking product.” Jungkook hissed. His eyes were blood red with rage. He lit a cigarette with one hand, not even caring about traffic signals anymore.

“ So what are you gonna do?” Taehyung asked, still sitting shirtless on the bed, Luna sleeping like a baby beside him after being wrecked just an hour ago.

“ You know me, Tae. I won’t go down like this. They want to see their son married? Let’s play.” Jungkook smirked darkly, exhaling smoke through his nose like a fucking dragon ready to destroy everything.

“ Bro don’t do anything reckless–”

“ I already am reckless, Tae. That’s what makes me... me.” Jungkook said and cut the call. No goodbyes, just straight cold silence.

Taehyung looked at his phone screen for a few seconds, blinking, then sighed again and looked at Luna beside him.

“ Poor girl... whoever’s gonna marry that psycho.” He whispered and laid back, pulling Luna closer like she was his lifeline. He kissed her head again and closed his eyes.

{ Morning }

Luna winced in pain as she tried to move her legs. “ Ow– Tae, I hate you...” she whined like a spoiled kitten. Her body is sore and filled with his marks.

Taehyung chuckled with his raspy morning voice. “ Sorry princess, but you looked too fucking good to be gentle with.”

She glared at him but that faded fast when he kissed her shoulder softly. “ Stay home today. I’ll text your class teacher.”

“ Hmm... okay.” She closed her eyes again, too tired to fight, too sore to move.

Meanwhile,

{ Jeon Mansion }

Jungkook stood in front of the mirror. Black shirt, open till his chest, silver chains hanging, rings on his fingers. His hair messy but sexy, eyes sharp like a mafia boss.

He looked like danger. And he was.

“ Let’s see who this future bride is,” he muttered under his breath and walked out, calling his assistant to dig out every fucking detail about this arranged marriage mess.

He wasn't gonna sit quietly and be the good son.
No.

He was gonna burn the whole stage down.

{ Author’s POV }

The very next evening,

The Jeon Royal Golf Club stood tall under the golden sunset — elite, private, off-limits for the general public, and most importantly… owned by Jungkook’s parents.

The entire left wing of the club was empty. Not because it wasn’t booked — but because no one had the guts to be around when that group of boys showed up.

And they were here now.

Jungkook was sitting like a fucking mafia prince on the leather lounge chair. One leg crossed over the other. Cigar between his fingers. A glass of expensive scotch resting near his lips. His black shirt open three buttons down. Chains gleaming against his collarbones.

His brows were furrowed. He wasn’t drunk. Not today. Today was war planning.

“ So. Who is she?” Jimin asked, leaning back lazily with a smirk. His long hair tied back. His Rolex flashing under the fancy light.

“ Her name’s Emily,” Taehyung answered, sipping on his wine. “ Shine Up CEO’s daughter. Topper. Pretty. Pure London girl vibe.”

Jungkook scoffed. Loud and full of venom.

“ Topper? What is this? A fucking academic competition?” he muttered, puffing the cigar. Smoke curled around his sharp jaw.

“ Not just that,” Felix chimed in. “ Her brand’s investment is supposed to merge with Jeon Industries. That’s why they picked her. It’s a fucking deal.”

Jungkook laughed. Cold. Heartless. Bone-deep laugh that gave everyone goosebumps.

“ So I’m a fucking price tag now. Got it.”

“ Bro, she’s pretty. You might like her,” Yoongi said lazily, knowing damn well Jungkook wouldn’t give a fuck even if she looked like an angel from heaven.

“ I don’t care if she’s pretty or dipped in gold,” Jungkook spat. “ She’s just a pawn. In my father’s fucking chessboard. And I don’t get played.”

Silence.

Then he looked at Taehyung.

“ Did you get the details I asked for?”

Taehyung smirked and slid a folder across the table like some mafia movie. Jungkook picked it up.

Inside?

Photos. Documents. School records. Family history. Even Emily’s pet dog's name was written in it. When Jeon Jungkook asked for info—he got it all.

He flipped through the pages slowly. His jaw tightened.

Long hair. Innocent face. Wide brown eyes. Girl looked like she didn’t even know how to curse.

“ She looks… pure.” Jungkook said with a crooked smirk. His eyes held nothing but mischief. “ Let’s see how long that lasts.”

“ What are you planning?” Jimin asked, already knowing from that smirk that it would be something wild.

Jungkook leaned back on the leather chair. Tapped his fingers slowly. Looked at his friends.

“ She’s a topper, right?” he whispered with dark eyes. “ Let’s see how smart she really is... when she has to deal with me.”

Everyone laughed.

The tension in the room? Disappeared.

Now, it was the start of a new game.

And Emily?

She had no idea her life was about to turn upside down.

Because Jeon Jungkook doesn’t lose. Ever.

{ Author’s pov }

Next morning
8:00 a.m.
National Elite Academy of South Korea

The gates opened with a soft hiss as a long black Rolls Royce entered. Tinted glass. Shiny chrome wheels. Every fucking student outside paused.
Even the teachers were standing straight. Because when a Rolls Royce rolls into a school like this — it’s never just a car. It’s power.

The car stopped.
The chauffeur stepped out, wearing a three-piece suit and gloves. He walked to the backseat, opening the door like he was unveiling a queen.

And then—
She stepped out.

Emily.

The girl who became the talk of the school before even breathing its air.
The daughter of the "Shine Up" empire. The girl from London. The one everyone wanted to see. Or ruin.

She wore a soft white blouse tucked into her long navy skirt, that was ironed like military standards. Her blazer hugged her frame perfectly. Her lips were tinted rose. Her eyes were tired. A thick book hugged to her chest.

She didn’t smile.
She didn’t wave.
She just… walked.

Every eye followed her.

Girls stared. Boys whispered. Someone clicked a photo.
She didn’t care. She just stepped onto the campus like it was a battlefield and she came prepared.

But what she didn’t know?

This wasn’t London.
This wasn’t some rich kids playing dress up.

This was Jeon Jungkook’s school.

{ Jungkook’s pov }

Third floor.
Leaning on the steel railing.
A lollipop in my mouth. My hoodie hanging off one shoulder. AirPods in. Hoodie black. Mood darker.

And there she was.

I saw her.
Like a deer walking into a lion’s den.

Emily.

God… she really looked like one of those fairy-tale types. Perfect posture. Perfect skirt. Perfect everything.

I hated it.
I hated how untouched she looked.
I hated how she breathed like the world owed her peace.

She didn’t know yet.

This isn’t her world.

This is mine.
Where I make rules.
Where I destroy what shines.

Taehyung came beside me, licking his lollipop too like some comic side villain.

“ There she is,” he said, tone bored.

“ I know.” I bit down on the lollipop stick, cracking it. The sugar shattered between my teeth.

“ First move?” he asked.

“ Not yet.”
I smirked.

“ Let her feel safe first.”

Emily entered the main hallway.
Everything was marble and gold. Chandeliers even in the science block.
Posters of alumni who were now K-pop idols, CEOs, movie stars.

She took a deep breath. Held her book tighter.
She had no idea her life was about to change.

Her heels clicked. Her steps echoed. She entered the office for her schedule.

And from behind tinted glass—someone was watching her.

Someone who had already marked her.

Jeon Jungkook.

The boy who ruled the school like a fucking empire. The one who didn’t give a damn about grades, girls, or God.
The one who just found his next obsession.

And Emily?

She had no idea…

That she had just become the next game .

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