๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗Chapter 3

Flashback

The night before…

Taehyung sat in his luxurious office, the city lights glowing behind him through the massive glass windows. He swirled a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand, his mind replaying the moment he met Jeon Jungkook.

That tiny, trembling boy with big, innocent doe eyes.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Bunny," he murmured to himself.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," Taehyung said lazily.

His assistant, Minho, stepped in, holding a file. "Sir, we found the information you requested."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting his chin on his fingers.

Minho placed the file on the desk.

Taehyung’s fingers tapped against the table. "Did you find his phone number?"

Taehyung remained silent, his sharp eyes scanning the file.

Minho smirked. "Already saved in your phone, sir."

Taehyung let out a low chuckle.

"Good."

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The next morning…

Taehyung stood in front of the mirror in his private dressing room on campus, buttoning a crisp new Gucci suit. The coffee stain from yesterday was long gone, replaced with a sleek black ensemble that made him look even more untouchable.

His sharp eyes flickered to his phone screen.

Jeon Jungkook.

His finger hovered over the number. He could text him. Call him.

But that would be too easy.

He wanted to see the bunny squirm in person again.

So, instead of texting, he slipped his phone into his pocket and stepped into his private elevator.

But when the doors slid open on the fifth floor—

His sharp gaze landed on a very familiar tiny figure standing inside.

Jeon Jungkook.

The boy stood in the middle of the elevator, clutching his books tightly. His small body was tense, clearly unaware of the mistake he had just made.

Taehyung’s personal elevator was off-limits to everyone.

No one, not even professors or VIPs, dared to step inside without permission.

But Jungkook?

Completely clueless.

Taehyung leaned against the elevator wall, his hands slipping into his pockets as he watched the boy shift nervously.

Before Jungkook even realized his mistake—

Two tall bodyguards stepped in.

"Hey, you!" one of them barked, grabbing Jungkook’s small arm.

Jungkook yelped, his books almost slipping from his grasp.

"You’re not allowed in here!" the other bodyguard scolded, towering over the tiny boy.

Jungkook’s bunny eyes widened in fear. "I-I didn’t know! I just— I was late and—"

"That’s no excuse—"

"Enough."

Taehyung’s deep voice cut through the tension.

The bodyguards immediately froze.

Jungkook turned his head, finally noticing Taehyung standing in the corner of the elevator, watching him with unreadable eyes.

The realization hit Jungkook like a train.

This… this was Taehyung’s personal elevator?!

Oh no.

His life was over.

He gulped, waiting for Taehyung to throw him out.

But instead—

Taehyung’s lips curled into a lazy smirk.

"It’s okay," he said smoothly. "He can use my elevator."

The bodyguards exchanged confused glances.

"Sir—?"

Taehyung tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he stepped closer to Jungkook.

"Only for you, baby boy."

Jungkook.exe has stopped working.

His face turned bright red. His fingers clutched his books like they were his last lifeline. His bunny ears (if he had any) would have been twitching like crazy.

"Wh-what?!" he squeaked.

Taehyung chuckled, clearly entertained.

Jungkook didn’t even have time to argue because—

DING!

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor.

The doors slid open.

And without thinking, Jungkook bolted.

Like a tiny kid who just got caught stealing candy, he ran down the hallway with his books pressed to his chest, his fluffy brown hair bouncing.

Taehyung watched, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

He chuckled.

"Adorable."

For the first time in a long time, he genuinely laughed.

This bunny was going to be fun.

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