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Here's the First chapter for you. Comment and vote if you like the story. If you find any mistakes in the chapter, please let me know. Happy Reading!◉⁠‿⁠◉

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Mornings in Seoul are a blur of rush. People hurry to work, school and college students race to their classes, street vendors and shopkeepers prepare for the day's sales, while taxis and cars move with purpose. All in all, mornings in Seoul are a beautiful chaos.

When everyone else is rushing to their destinations, one person watches the chaos with envious doe eyes from his room balcony.

He is a graduate of Fine Arts, with a dream of becoming an artist - but for now, his dream remains only a dream.

While drowning in his thoughts, a call reaches his ears from downstairs, probably his mother's voice.

"Coming, Mom," he replied, giving the street one last look before hurrying downstairs.

At the dining table, he was met with the familiar sight of his father reading the newspaper and his mother carrying dishes from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Dad," he greeted. His father simply nodded in reply.

He took his seat while his mother placed the last dish on the table and sat across from him. They ate breakfast in silence. When they finished, the maids came to clear the plates.

Summoning his courage, he finally spoke.

"Dad..."

His father hummed in acknowledgment, so he continued, "I was thinking of starting my own stu-"

His words were cut off by his father's stern voice.

"You are not starting any studio, Jungkook. I already fulfilled your wish by letting you study Fine Arts, and that is enough for you."

With that, his father folded the newspaper and walked away to his room.

Jungkook turned to his mother, silently pleading for support, but she avoided his gaze and left. With a dejected expression, Jungkook returned to his room.

All his life, Jungkook had done only what his father told him. His family was well-known in upper-class society for the name it carried.

His father, Jeon Junghyun, was a powerful investor who held major shares in leading companies, while his mother, Jeon Aera, was the perfect housewife - just as his father liked.

Jeon Junghyun was a typical man who believed that women and Intersex men should be hidden from society's eyes, and the best way to do that was to keep them caged within the walls of their home. He restricted both his wife and his son from going out or socializing.

Jeon Aera was a woman raised to obey her husband's words and never question them. She quietly accepted his instruction to teach her son how to cook, clean, and obey his father and in-laws. She never interfered in her husband's decisions, whether they were about the house or their son.

Jungkook himself was a child born out of obligation. He completed his studies not to chase his dream, but only because his father allowed it - and he considered that a fortune.

He was not permitted to socialize in school or college; his father claimed that friends could influence him. If someone spoke to him, his father's men would inform Junghyun, and Jungkook would be punished by being restricted from school.

In this way, he finished his studies and now waited for his father's next decision about his life.

Back in his room, Jungkook plopped onto the bed, picked up his phone, and dialed his best friend's number.

"Hello, Kookie! What are you doing?" came the cheerful voice.

"Hello, hyung. Nothing really... you know," Jungkook replied softly.

"Why do you sound sad, Kookie?"

"You know why I'm sad, hyung. I want to follow my dream, but you know my father."

"Don't be upset, Kookie. Did you ask him again?"

"Yes... and guess what? His reply was the same. A stern NO."

"Okay, okay, don't drown in misery again. I just know your dream will come true in some way. Don't lose hope and cheer up, Kookie."

"If you say so, hyung. Hope is the only thing I have left."

"Alright, Kookie. I have some work now, I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah, hyung. Bye."

"Bye, Kookie."

Jungkook ended the call, lying on his bed with a heavy heart - holding on to the fragile hope that one day, he would fulfill his dream and build a better future.

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On the other side of Seoul, a man lay fast asleep in his room, blissfully unaware of the morning chaos outside. He was enjoying his much-needed beauty sleep when a voice interrupted him.

"Tae, wake up! It's time to get ready for work," Jin, his brother-in-law, called as he knocked and stepped inside.

The figure under the blanket didn't move, still hugging a pillow tightly to his chest.

Jin sighed, then smirked. He leaned closer and shouted,"SIR, OUR PARTNERS ARE PULLING OUT OF THE DEAL!"

That did the trick. In a flash, Tae sat up, hair a complete mess, eyes wide as he shouted,"WHAT? WHEN? WHY?!"

Jin burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh my god, Tae! You should've seen your face. You looked like you just saw a ghost!"

"Hyung!" Tae whined, rubbing his eyes. "Why would you do that? I was sleeping!"

"That's exactly why I did it. You were dead to the world. Nothing else was working, so I used the only method that would wake you up."

"Hyung, that's just cruel," Tae pouted. "Ugh, whatever. Get out of my room, I need to get ready for the office." He scrambled off the bed and dashed into the bathroom.

"Yah! Brat! Come back here. I'm your hyung, show some respect!" Jin shouted dramatically after him.

From inside the bathroom came Tae's muffled reply, "Yeah, yeah, hyungnim."

Jin shook his head with a chuckle, muttering "Brat..." under his breath as he left the room.

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And that's the wrap of first chapter.

Let's see more about Tae i

n the next chapter. Untill then stay tuned to the story. Thankyou for giving your precious time! >⁠.⁠<