The grand mansion was hushed, the only sounds the soft hum of the central air conditioning and the distant chirping of crickets. It was late, perhaps well past midnight in Seoul. In the spacious, softly lit living room, Jungkook sat on a plush sofa, a low table before him covered with glowing tablet screens and open documents. He was deep in concentration, his brow furrowed as he reviewed complex financial reports.

Despite the late hour and the demanding work, a quiet contentment settled over him. The house was silent, precisely because its most dramatic resident was finally at rest.

Jungwoo, ever the diligent assistant, approached quietly, holding a delicate teacup. "Boss," he murmured, placing the cup gently beside Jungkook's tablet. "Your usual calming tea. Everything is secure. No... further dramatic incidents reported on campus today."

Jungkook took a slow sip of the tea, the warmth a welcome contrast to the cold precision of his work. "Good, Jungwoo. Ensure Professor Han is adequately compensated for his patience with Mr. Kim's 'creative' approach to statistics." He paused, a faint, indulgent smile touching his lips. "He really does have a unique way of looking at data."

Jungwoo nodded. "Professor Han did mention he found Mr. Kim's analogies... refreshing. Though perhaps less 'scientifically rigorous'." He hesitated, then added, "Mr. Kim is still sleeping soundly. He hasn't stirred since you carried him to bed."

Jungkook's gaze softened almost imperceptibly. He looked towards the quiet corridor that led to their shared bedroom, a tender longing in his eyes. He had tucked Taehyung in hours ago, the smaller man utterly exhausted after his eventful day of juice spills, dramatic re-entry, and glitter-bombing. Taehyung had mumbled something about "perfect cuddles" before drifting off.

"Good," Jungkook said, his voice softer than usual. "He had a very long day. It seems managing his own 'campus discipline' and dealing with... unsolicited admiration takes a lot of energy." A faint flicker of that earlier possessiveness returned to his eyes, quickly masked by his usual calm. "Ensure the security detail at the university remains vigilant. And if that individual, Seojoon, attempts contact again, increase the level of... persuasion. Significantly."

Jungwoo's expression remained neutral. "Understood, Boss. Already in motion. No one will disrupt Mr. Kim's peace again."

Jungkook nodded, taking another sip of his tea. He looked back at his screens, the glow illuminating his focused face. The mansion was quiet, wrapped in the comforting blanket of night. He had ensured Taehyung's safety, his happiness, his every comfort. And as he worked, the thought of Taehyung sleeping soundly down the hall, safe and cherished, was a silent, powerful motivation. This quiet, late-night vigilance was simply another layer of his protection, another way to ensure his dramatic darling's world remained perfectly undisturbed.

The city outside was still blanketed in the pre-dawn quiet, a soft, grey light just beginning to creep over the horizon. Inside the living room, the screens on Jungkook's table finally went dark. He leaned back against the sofa, letting out a long, weary sigh. The faint, subtle glitter still clinging to his hair shimmered almost imperceptibly in the dim light.

He glanced at his watch. 5:17 AM. Two more hours until his meeting at the other company. Not enough time for a proper rest, but just enough for a quick nap. He couldn't go to bed and risk disturbing Taehyung, who was likely still in a deep sleep after their eventful day and intimate night.

Jungkook slowly stretched, feeling the stiffness in his shoulders from hours hunched over documents. He stood up, walking over to the large window. The city was slowly awakening, a few early cars already moving on the streets below.

He turned back to the sofa, his eyes falling on the plush throw blanket draped over the armrest. A short nap here would suffice. He needed to be sharp for the meeting, and even a brief rest could make a difference.

He walked quietly to the bedroom door, opening it just a crack. He peered in, seeing Taehyung still sound asleep, curled under the covers, a soft, peaceful expression on his face. A tender smile touched Jungkook's lips. He closed the door as softly as he had opened it, ensuring Taehyung's undisturbed rest.

Returning to the living room, Jungkook retrieved the blanket, pulling it over himself as he lay down on the long sofa. He adjusted a cushion under his head, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Just a short one," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, tired whisper in the silent room. "Just two hours. Enough to reset." He closed his eyes, his mind already drifting, anticipating the brief respite before the demands of the new day began. His last thought before sleep claimed him was of Taehyung, safe and warm in their bed, a quiet contentment settling over him even as fatigue pulled him under.

The first rays of morning light filtered through the luxurious curtains of the master bedroom. Taehyung stirred, a soft groan escaping him as he stretched languidly. He blinked, slowly processing his surroundings. The space beside him in the large bed was empty, the covers undisturbed.

"Bunny Boss?" Taehyung mumbled, reaching out a hand, but finding only cool sheets. He frowned, sitting up. Jungkook was usually still asleep beside him at this hour, or at least still in bed.

A sudden need for the washroom pulled him from his confusion. He slid out of bed, still a little sleepy, and padded into the adjoining bathroom. After a few minutes, feeling refreshed, he emerged, pulling on a soft, oversized t-shirt he found draped over a chair – one of Jungkook's, no doubt.

Curiosity piqued, he quietly left the bedroom, expecting to find Jungkook in his study, already deep into his work. But as he descended the grand staircase, the mansion was utterly silent, bathed in the gentle glow of the early morning.

He stepped into the living room, and that's when he saw him.

Jungkook was sprawled on the long, plush sofa, covered only by a thin throw blanket. His face was relaxed in sleep, a rare sight, but his usually impeccable dark hair still caught the faint light, a subtle shimmer of iridescent glitter still clinging to it. Papers and a dark tablet screen lay on the coffee table beside him, evidence of a long night.

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening. His Bunny Boss, sleeping on the sofa? Not in their bed? He walked closer, his steps soft, a mix of concern and utter tenderness washing over him. He reached out, his fingers hovering over Jungkook's hair, almost touching the tiny sparkles.

"Bunny Boss?" Taehyung whispered, his voice soft, disbelieving. "You're... you're sleeping here?" He looked from Jungkook's tired face to the work scattered on the table. A sudden understanding dawned on him. Jungkook had been working all night, protecting his sleep, ensuring he was undisturbed.

He knelt beside the sofa, his heart aching with a profound surge of affection. He carefully reached out and gently brushed a stray piece of glitter from Jungkook's temple.

"You worked all night, didn't you?" Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You stayed out here so you wouldn't wake me." He felt a pang of guilt, mixed with overwhelming love. His Bunny Boss, always taking care of him, even at the cost of his own rest.

Taehyung's heart swelled with tenderness as he knelt beside the sofa, looking at Jungkook's sleeping face. He saw the subtle glitter in his hair, a faint, shimmering reminder of their chaotic, joyful day. He gently brushed a stray strand from Jungkook's forehead, his touch feather-light.

He noticed the small, unused space on the sofa beside Jungkook. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Without a second thought, Taehyung carefully maneuvered himself onto the sofa, squeezing into the narrow gap beside Jungkook. He stretched out, his body fitting perfectly against Jungkook's side.

Jungkook stirred slightly at the movement, a soft groan escaping him, but he didn't wake fully. He simply shifted, unconsciously pulling Taehyung closer.

Taehyung sighed in pure contentment, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's waist and burying his face into his chest. He felt the steady, comforting rhythm of Jungkook's breathing, the warmth radiating from him. He closed his eyes, inhaling Jungkook's familiar scent, a mix of his natural musk, faint cologne, and the lingering, almost imperceptible hint of glitter.

"You should be in bed, Bunny Boss," Taehyung murmured, his voice muffled against Jungkook's shirt. He felt a profound sense of protectiveness, wanting to shield Jungkook from the demanding world outside. "Not out here. Working all night."

Jungkook shifted again, his arm coming up to instinctively pull Taehyung tighter, holding him close even in his sleep. A low, sleepy murmur escaped his lips, too indistinct to understand, but filled with a deep, unconscious affection.

Taehyung smiled, a private, loving smile. He pressed a kiss to Jungkook's chest, then settled deeper into the embrace. The hard work, the worries, the outside world—it all faded away. Here, pressed against his Bunny Boss, safe and loved, Taehyung found his own peace. He knew Jungkook wouldn't get a proper rest before his meeting, but at least he wouldn't be alone. And as the morning light slowly brightened the room, Taehyung drifted back to sleep, cradled in Jungkook's arms, the soft hum of their breathing filling the quiet mansion.

Around 6:30 AM, a sliver of sunlight cut across the living room, falling directly on Jungkook's face. He stirred, a soft groan escaping him as he slowly blinked his eyes open. For a moment, he was disoriented, the plush sofa unfamiliar. Then he remembered the long night of work, and the unexpected warmth pressed against his side.

He looked down. Taehyung was curled tightly against him, his face peaceful in sleep, his arm thrown possessively over Jungkook's waist. A tender smile touched Jungkook's lips. He had forgotten how truly good it felt to simply have Taehyung close, especially after a night spent focused on the cold demands of his empire.

"Dramatic darling," Jungkook murmured, his voice a soft, sleep-roughened whisper. He gently stroked Taehyung's hair, brushing away a few lingering glitter particles. He checked his watch; 6:32 AM. His meeting was at 7. No time to waste.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Jungkook began to shift. He slowly disentangled himself from Taehyung's embrace, lifting the blanket off them both. Taehyung stirred, a sleepy whimper escaping him, but didn't wake.

Jungkook carefully slid an arm under Taehyung's knees and the other around his back. With practiced ease, he lifted Taehyung into his arms. Taehyung was light, a comforting weight against his chest. He instinctively snuggled closer, burying his face into Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook carried him through the silent mansion, up the grand staircase, and into their bedroom. The morning light was softer here. He gently lowered Taehyung onto the large bed, pulling the soft covers up over him. Taehyung sighed contentedly, turning onto his side and snuggling into the pillows.

Jungkook stood there for a moment, watching him, a profound sense of warmth filling him. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "Sleep well, my love," he whispered. "Your Bunny Boss has to conquer the world for you."

He then moved swiftly to the adjoining bathroom. The shower was quick and efficient, his movements precise. He shaved, dressed in a fresh, sharp suit, and ran a comb through his damp hair, making sure every last stubborn piece of glitter was gone.

By 6:50 AM, he was ready. He grabbed his briefcase, giving one last glance towards the bed where Taehyung was still peacefully sleeping. His stomach gave a slight grumble – he had skipped breakfast, no time for it. But the thought of Taehyung, safe and sound, was enough.

He quietly opened the bedroom door, slipped out, and pulled it shut behind him. His car was already waiting outside. He needed to be at the other company, sharp and prepared. But as he stepped out into the crisp morning air, a silent promise echoed in his mind: to return, and to hold his dramatic darling close again.

Around 7:15 AM, the sunlight streamed fully into the master bedroom, bathing the luxurious space in warmth. Taehyung stirred, a soft groan escaping him as he stretched, his body still feeling the pleasant lingering effects of their intimate night. He reached out instinctively for Jungkook, expecting to find him beside him, but his hand met only cool, empty sheets.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open. "Bunny Boss?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He sat up abruptly, scanning the large bed, then the room. "Jungkook?"

He quickly swung his legs off the bed, padding to the attached bathroom. Empty. He checked the walk-in closet, his brow furrowing. All of Jungkook's clothes for the day were gone. A small, anxious knot began to form in his stomach.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung called out, his voice gaining volume. He moved quickly to the bedroom door, throwing it open. "Bunny Boss! Where are you?"

He hurried down the grand staircase, his steps echoing loudly in the usually quiet mansion. The living room was empty, the sofa perfectly neat, the work documents from last night gone. The kitchen was likewise deserted.

A low, frantic whimper escaped him. "Jungkook! This isn't funny!" His voice was starting to crack. He knew Jungkook had a busy schedule, but he almost always woke him up, or at least left a note. To just be gone?

He spotted one of the house staff, a kind cleaner, in the hallway. "Where's Bunny Boss?" Taehyung demanded, his eyes wide and beginning to well up. "Is he gone? Did he leave without me? Is he angry? Did I do something wrong?" The previous day's fears, the bruise on his cheek, the feeling of vulnerability, threatened to resurface.

The cleaner, startled by Taehyung's distress, bowed slightly. "Good morning, Mr. Kim. Mr. Jeon left just before 7 AM. He had an important meeting at another company. He asked that you not be disturbed."

"He left?" Taehyung repeated, his voice barely a whisper, then it swelled with dramatic indignation. "He left me? His dramatic darling? All alone? And he didn't even say goodbye? He just... vanished into the morning like a mysterious shadow?" His eyes filled with tears, and his lower lip began to tremble. "But... but we cuddled! He kissed my head!"

He dramatically threw his hands up in the air. "This is chaos! Utter chaos! My Bunny Boss, gone! My morning, ruined! Who will make sure Luna gets her second breakfast? Who will ensure my sparkle remains intact today?" He felt a profound sense of abandonment, magnified by his dramatic nature.

The cleaner, unsure how to handle the sudden emotional outburst, could only stammer, "He... he said he didn't want to wake you, Mr. Kim."

"But I need to be woken!" Taehyung wailed, already pacing. "I need my Bunny Boss! This is unacceptable! A total breach of dramatic protocol!" He was officially in full-blown, morning-missing-Jungkook chaos mode.

Jimin, woken by the escalating shouts from downstairs, slowly emerged from his guest room, pulling on a silk robe. He followed the sound of the commotion, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and found Taehyung pacing the living room, gesturing wildly at the bewildered cleaner.

"He just left, Jiminie!" Taehyung wailed, turning to face his best friend, his eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "My Bunny Boss, just vanished! No kiss! No note! He abandoned me!"

Jimin stifled a yawn, walking over to Taehyung. He glanced at the cleaner, who looked like she wanted to disappear. "It's alright, Miss Lee. He's just being dramatic. You can go." The cleaner quickly bowed and scurried away.

Jimin then turned his full attention to Taehyung, who was now clutching his chest dramatically. "Abandoned you? Taehyung, he's Jungkook. He has a multinational empire to run. He probably had an early meeting."

"But he always says goodbye!" Taehyung insisted, his lower lip trembling. "He even carried me to bed this morning! He was right here! And now... gone! Just like that! What if he forgot about me? What if he's upset about the glitter that stuck to his hair?" He reached up and touched his own hair, checking for imaginary glitter.

Jimin sighed, pulling Taehyung into a comforting hug. "He didn't forget about you, you drama king. And he's not upset about the glitter, he probably found it endearing. He probably just didn't want to wake you up. You were sleeping like a baby."

Taehyung sniffled into Jimin's shoulder. "But I needed him! Who's going to tell me all about the new data analysis at breakfast? Who's going to make sure my face looks perfectly ethereal before classes? This is a crisis, Jiminie!"

Jimin patted his back. "I'm here, you big baby. And I'll tell you about the data analysis. And I'll make sure your face looks ethereal, even if it requires a team of professional makeup artists." He gently pulled back, holding Taehyung at arm's length. "Now, stop acting like the world ended. Your Bunny Boss is just at work. He'll be back. He always comes back for his dramatic darling, doesn't he?"

Taehyung sniffled again, wiping his eyes. "He does," he admitted, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. "He always does." He then looked around the quiet living room, a new thought dawning on him. "But he must be so tired. He was working out here all night. He didn't even get to sleep in his own bed because of me." A fresh wave of guilt washed over him.

Jimin nodded, a knowing look on his face. "Yes, he did. So, instead of throwing a tantrum, how about we find something to do to make sure he knows how much you appreciate him when he gets back?"

Taehyung's eyes immediately brightened, the chaos quickly replaced by a new, exciting dramatic mission. "A mission? For Bunny Boss? Oh, Jiminie, that's brilliant! What kind of mission?"

Taehyung's eyes widened, a fresh wave of determination washing over him. "He skipped breakfast, Jiminie?" His voice was filled with renewed concern. "My poor Bunny Boss! Working all night and then going hungry? That's completely unacceptable! This calls for immediate action!"

Jimin watched as Taehyung squared his shoulders, a look of fierce resolve on his face. "Taehyung, what kind of 'action' are you planning?"

"A culinary mission, of course!" Taehyung declared, already marching towards the kitchen. "I shall personally prepare him the most magnificent, most heartwarming breakfast feast! He needs his energy for conquering the world!"

Jimin, sensing impending disaster, quickly followed. "Taehyung, maybe let Chef Minjun handle it? He's, you know, a professional."

But Taehyung was undeterred. He burst into the spacious, gleaming kitchen, where Chef Minjun was already supervising the preparation of various dishes for the day.

"Chef Minjun!" Taehyung announced, striking a pose. "Prepare yourself for a dramatic culinary collaboration! I shall be aiding you in crafting a masterpiece for my Bunny Boss!"

Chef Minjun, a man of quiet patience and immense culinary skill, turned slowly. He eyed Taehyung's pristine white outfit and then his hands, which looked suspiciously clean of any cooking experience.

"Mr. Kim," Chef Minjun said, his voice calm but firm. "It is truly kind of you to offer. However, the kitchen is currently a high-traffic, high-risk zone. There are sharp knives, hot surfaces, and boiling liquids." He subtly gestured to a towering stack of sizzling pans. "My primary concern is your safety. And frankly, the integrity of my kitchen workflow."

Taehyung pouted. "But I need to make something for Bunny Boss! He went without breakfast! He needs my personal touch! My love, infused into every pancake!"

"Your love is indeed boundless, Mr. Kim," Chef Minjun replied, unwavering. "And I assure you, it will be conveyed through the professional preparation of the meal. A kitchen, however, is not a place for... artistic improvisation without extensive training. I cannot risk any harm coming to you within my domain. Mr. Jeon would be most displeased if you even got a minor scratch."

Taehyung stomped his foot lightly. "But I'm good at this! I can make toast! And pour juice!"

"Toast requires a toaster, which heats up. Juice requires pouring, which can spill," Chef Minjun stated simply, his gaze unwavering. "My apologies, Mr. Kim. For your safety, and out of respect for Mr. Jeon's explicit instructions regarding your well-being, I must respectfully decline your assistance in the kitchen. Perhaps you could provide moral support from a safe distance?"

Jimin stepped forward, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "He's right, Taehyung. Jungkook would seriously panic if you got a paper cut in here. Let the experts handle the hot pans. You can plan the presentation."

Taehyung sighed dramatically, his culinary dreams momentarily crushed. He looked from Chef Minjun's firm but concerned face to the array of dangerous-looking kitchen equipment. "Fine," he mumbled, deflating slightly. "But my emotional support will be intense! And my breakfast-making intentions were pure!"

Jungkook sat at the head of the polished boardroom table in the New York company's skyscraper, the city sprawling beneath them. The meeting had been intense, a grueling two hours of negotiations, counter-offers, and strategic maneuvering. But now, the tension had finally broken.

"So, Mr. Jeon," the CEO of the New York company said, extending a hand across the table, "it seems we have a deal. A handshake then?"

Jungkook's expression was calm, a subtle triumph in his eyes. He firmly grasped the CEO's hand. "A deal. I'm pleased we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement. Our legal teams will finalize the paperwork within the hour." His gaze was steady, powerful. The acquisition was secure. Another victory for his empire.

As soon as the formalities were concluded and the executives began to disperse, Jungwoo approached, his tablet in hand.

"Congratulations, Boss," Jungwoo said, a rare, genuine smile on his face. "The deal is secure. All terms met, and the projected integration seems seamless. Your schedule is now clear for the remainder of the day."

Jungkook nodded, a wave of weariness finally washing over him. The early morning, the lack of sleep, the intense negotiations – it was all catching up. "Excellent work, Jungwoo. Prepare the necessary internal reports and delegate follow-up as required." He stretched his shoulders, feeling the persistent stiffness from his all-night work session.

"You can head straight back to the mansion, Boss," Jungwoo offered. "The car is waiting. We've also ensured the campus security remains at double perimeter. No further... incidents have been reported."

Jungkook gave a faint, knowing smile. He remembered Taehyung's dramatic theory about "campus discipline" and the earlier "unpleasantness" with Minji's brother. He also remembered the subtle sparkle he still felt in his hair, a faint, lingering reminder of Taehyung's chaos and affection.

"Good," Jungkook said, running a hand through his hair, dislodging a few almost invisible glitter particles. "My schedule is clear then. I think I'll take that rest Jungwoo. A very long, uninterrupted rest."

He walked towards the exit, his mind already drifting from mergers and acquisitions to the quiet comfort of his mansion, and more importantly, to the dramatic boy who would undoubtedly be waiting for him. He pictured Taehyung's bright smile, his endless energy, and the thought brought a quiet strength to his tired body. He just wanted to be back, to finally rest with Taehyung beside him.

The sleek black car pulled up to the grand entrance of the mansion. Jungkook, feeling the profound weariness finally settling in his bones, stepped out, his briefcase in hand. The familiar sight of his home, usually a beacon of calm, felt unusually silent today.

He walked through the massive front doors, expecting the usual soft sounds of the household, perhaps even Taehyung's bright voice echoing from somewhere. But there was nothing. Just a quiet, almost unsettling stillness.

Jungkook walked into the living room, looking around. The sofa was neat, the coffee table cleared. The kitchen was quiet. He moved through the downstairs, a faint frown creasing his brow. There was no sign of Taehyung. No bright energy, no dramatic humming, no lingering scent of strawberry milkshake.

He remembered. Of course. It was early afternoon. Taehyung and Jimin would be at college. With the guards.

A small sigh escaped him. He had been so focused on getting the deal done, on securing his rest, that he had forgotten. The mansion, usually filled with Taehyung's vibrant presence, felt vast and empty without him. The quiet that he had sought for rest now felt like a void.

He ran a hand through his hair, the faint glitter still catching the light. "Right," he murmured to himself, the exhaustion hitting him harder now that the adrenaline of the meeting had worn off. "College. Of course."

He walked towards the staircase, his steps heavier than before. The idea of a long, uninterrupted nap still beckoned, but the thought of the empty bed, the absence of Taehyung's warmth beside him, made it less appealing.

He reached the master bedroom, the large space feeling even larger in the quiet. He stripped off his suit, tossing it onto a valet, and pulled on a comfortable pair of sweatpants. He glanced at the bed, then at the empty space beside him.

"You're not here, dramatic darling," he whispered to the silent room, a soft, almost wistful note in his voice. "And now the house feels far too quiet."

The rest he craved now felt hollow. The deal was done, his schedule cleared, but the most important part of his day, the vibrant chaos that was Taehyung, was missing. He settled onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the unexpected pang of emptiness. He just wanted Taehyung to be home, filling the quiet with his boundless energy and dramatic demands.

The quiet of the mansion eventually worked its way into Jungkook's exhaustion. Lying on the bed, feeling Taehyung's absence so acutely, his body finally succumbed to the long night of work and the demands of the morning's deal. He closed his eyes, and despite the lingering feeling of emptiness, sleep claimed him, a deep, immediate descent into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, across town at the bustlingu college campus, Taehyung was once again in his element. He and Jimin were making their way through the main quad, heading towards their next class, their security detail, Agent Kang and Agent Park, subtly maintaining their presence.

Taehyung, in his pristine white outfit and favorite bunny cap, was already attracting attention. Students whispered, pointed, and glanced. His earlier juice incident and the immediate, miraculous wardrobe change had evidently spread like wildfire.

"Did you see his outfit this morning?" one girl whispered to her friend, loud enough for Taehyung to overhear. "It was like he just walked out of a commercial. And the way those guys are always with him..."

Taehyung beamed, subtly adjusting his cap. He leaned closer to Jimin. "Jiminie, they're talking about my pristine aesthetic again! It's all thanks to Bunny Boss's unparalleled efficiency!"

Jimin rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Yes, Taehyung, everyone noticed. You're basically a campus legend now. The 'glitter phoenix' with the personal security detail."

As they passed a group of students gathered by a bulletin board, one of them, a loud, boisterous guy named Donghyun, called out. "Hey! White-shirt guy! You're that rich kid with the bodyguards, right?"

Taehyung stopped, striking a casual but dramatic pose. "I am Kim Taehyung, at your service! And yes, these are indeed my protectors, ensuring my dramatic safety and emotional well-being on this often perilous academic journey!" He gestured grandly to Agent Kang and Agent Park, who remained impassive.

Donghyun and his friends exchanged amused glances. "So, uh, what's with the all-white look? You got a uniform or something?"

Taehyung gasped dramatically. "A uniform? Nonsense! This, my friend, is a testament to my Bunny Boss's impeccable taste and his quick thinking when certain... liquid incidents threatened my pristine aesthetic! He had this delivered in minutes!" He then lowered his voice conspiratorially. "He even got me a Glitter cannon! Though I haven't decided when to deploy its full artistic power on campus yet."

The students looked at each other, a mixture of amusement and bewildered curiosity on their faces. "A glitter cannon?" Donghyun repeated, clearly trying to process this information.

"Indeed!" Taehyung affirmed, glowing under the attention. "He's just the most amazing, most thoughtful, most powerful Bunny Boss in the entire universe! My life is a constant, sparkling drama thanks to him!" He spun around, giving them a full view of his sparkling white ensemble.

Jimin just pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing this was going to be a long, very public day.

Donghyun and his friends stared at Taehyung, then at each other, trying to process the concept of a "glitter cannon" as a personal accessory. Their amusement was tinged with genuine bewilderment.

"A glitter cannon?" Donghyun repeated, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Seriously? Your... your Bunny Boss got you a glitter cannon?"

Taehyung nodded emphatically, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. "Yes! A top-of-the-line model! With bio-degradable shimmer, of course. Bunny Boss is very environmentally conscious, even in his acts of dramatic indulgence!" He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "He also ensures Luna, my beloved pet boa constrictor, gets perfectly warmed mice for dinner. He's incredibly attentive to all my needs."

One of Donghyun's friends, a girl named Sunmi, giggled. "Your pet snake eats mice? And your 'Bunny Boss' warms them up for her?"

"He orchestrates it!" Taehyung corrected her, waving a dismissive hand. "He ensures the comfort and well-being of everyone under his protection, including my dramatic familiar! He's not just a Boss; he's a guardian, a provider, a purveyor of ultimate comfort and dramatic experiences!" He then clasped his hands over his heart. "My heart, you see, is utterly, completely, irrevocably claimed by his endless devotion! There's simply no room for anyone else!"

Jimin, who had been listening with a long-suffering sigh, finally interjected. "He means he's madly in love, and Jungkook is his boyfriend. He just has a very... flowery way of putting it."

Taehyung gasped dramatically. "Jiminie! 'Flowery'? This is poetic! This is profound! It's the only way to accurately describe the boundless, shimmering adoration I have for my Bunny Boss! He's not just my boyfriend; he's the sun to my sparkle, the force to my fabulousness, the very essence of my dramatic existence!" He spun around again, as if demonstrating his inner sparkle for them.

Donghyun and his friends exchanged wide-eyed glances. "Okay, okay," Donghyun said, holding up his hands in surrender, a smile now firmly on his face. "We get it. Your Bunny Boss is the best. And he really likes you."

"He does!" Taehyung agreed, completely missing the sarcasm. "And I like him even more! He's conquering the world for me, you know! Ensuring my every whim is dramatically fulfilled! Including emergency wardrobe changes and glitter cannons!"

The bell for their next class suddenly blared, cutting off Taehyung's next dramatic pronouncement.

"Oh! Time to go!" Taehyung chirped, already striding off, Agent Kang and Agent Park falling into step behind him. "But remember! The power of Bunny Boss's devotion knows no bounds! It even influences campus discipline!" He called back over his shoulder, leaving the group of students bewildered and highly entertained in his wake.

As Taehyung and Jimin disappeared into the academic building, the group of students they'd just encountered burst into a mixture of laughter and incredulous chatter. Donghyun leaned against the bulletin board, shaking his head.

"Did you guys hear that?" Donghyun exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. "A glitter cannon! And he's serious about it!"

Sunmi, the girl who had giggled earlier, chimed in. "And the warmed mice for his snake! He's completely unhinged, but in the best way. His 'Bunny Boss' sounds like a cartoon character."

"Nah, he sounds like some incredibly rich, totally whipped sugar daddy," another student, Mark, speculated. "Who else buys you emergency white outfits and glitter cannons the minute you get juice spilled on you? And those bodyguards are no joke. I saw them yesterday when he went to the bathroom."

"But he said his heart was 'irrevocably claimed' and that his 'Bunny Boss' is the 'sun to his sparkle'!" Sunmi countered, imitating Taehyung's dramatic flair. "It's, like, super romantic, if you ignore the snake food."

The consensus forming amongst the students was that Taehyung was undeniably eccentric, incredibly charming, and clearly swimming in money thanks to his mysterious, doting "Bunny Boss." His personal security detail added an air of intrigue, making him seem almost like a celebrity. No one, not a single student amongst them, had even a whisper of a suspicion that Taehyung's "Bunny Boss" was actually a ruthless mafia boss who controlled trillions of money. To them, Jungkook was simply a wealthy, overly indulgent benefactor, perhaps a quirky older boyfriend, who supplied Taehyung with endless luxuries and unwavering adoration. The true scale of Jungkook's power, his global reach, and the sheer ruthlessness of his empire remained completely hidden from the sheltered world of the college campus.

Taehyung's reputation on campus, far from being negative, had blossomed into that of a lovable, eccentric, and utterly unique campus celebrity – the "Glitter Phoenix" with the adoring, absurdly rich "Bunny Boss."

The late afternoon sun was beginning to cast long shadows across the college quad as Taehyung, Jimin, and their two ever-vigilant guards made their way towards the parking lot. Taehyung was still recounting the day's dramatic events, animatedly describing how his new white outfit had remained miraculously spotless.

"And Chef Minjun tried to stop me from cooking for Bunny Boss, Jiminie," Taehyung was explaining, a pout on his face. "He said it was too 'risky.' Can you believe it? My culinary genius, suppressed!"

Jimin chuckled. "He was probably just worried you'd set the kitchen on fire, Taehyung."

As they passed a small group of students loitering near a bench, a loud, crude comment suddenly sliced through the air.

"Hey, glitter boy!" one of the students sneered, his voice laced with malice and a sneer. "Heard you got a 'Bunny Boss' who keeps you pretty. Must be nice to be someone's fancy little pet, all clean and sparkly for your owner." The student then made a lewd gesture, explicitly suggesting a sexual nature to Taehyung's relationship.

The blood drained from Jimin's face. He immediately turned towards the group, his own temper flaring. "What did you just say?" he snapped, taking an involuntary step forward.

Taehyung, who had been mid-sentence, froze. His eyes widened, and the playful light in them extinguished, replaced by a mixture of shock and a deep, unfamiliar hurt. He understood the words, understood the crude implication, and for a moment, his usual dramatic facade faltered. He looked from the sneering student to Jimin's angry face, then back at the student, a tremor running through him.

Before either Taehyung or Jimin could react further, Agent Kang and Agent Park moved. Their speed was instantaneous, their movements fluid and decisive. They weren't just guarding; they were protecting.

Agent Kang, his face a mask of cold fury, stepped directly in front of Taehyung and Jimin, completely blocking their view of the offending students. His body was a solid, unyielding barrier. Agent Park, meanwhile, was already striding purposefully towards the group of students who had made the comment. His posture, the set of his jaw, the raw intensity in his eyes, promised severe consequences.

"That's enough," Agent Kang's voice was a low, dangerous growl, directed at the retreating student. There was no politeness now, only icy menace. "Any further remarks, and you will regret it. Profoundly." He then spoke into his comms, his voice clipped and precise. "Negative contact initiated. Hostile verbal engagement. Requesting immediate clean-up and extraction of subject."

Taehyung, shaken, leaned against Agent Kang's broad back, feeling the sudden tension in the guard's muscles. His eyes were wide, still processing the raw vulgarity of the comment. The casual cruelty of it stung more than any physical threat. He looked at Jimin, who was now staring at the rapidly dispersing group of students with a look of pure loathing. The fun and laughter of the day had been abruptly shattered.

The harsh words about Taehyung had just begun to sink in, leaving him shaken, when another voice, this one from a different group of students nearby, drifted over. This time, their target wasn't Taehyung, but Jungkook.

"Honestly, what kind of 'Bunny Boss' sends bodyguards and glitter cannons?" a girl scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Sounds totally fake. Probably some old creep pretending to be something he's not. Probably uses his money to buy attention."

Taehyung, who had been leaning into Jimin, instantly stiffened. The pain from the insult directed at him evaporated, replaced by a sudden, intense fury. His head snapped up, his eyes, which moments ago had been filled with hurt, now blazed with a protective fire.

"Don't you dare," Taehyung's voice cut through the air, sharp and dangerous, completely unlike his usual dramatic or wounded tones. It was low, guttural, and filled with an unprecedented rage. He pulled away from Jimin, taking a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides. "Don't you dare talk about my Bunny Boss like that!"

Jimin gasped, grabbing Taehyung's arm. "Taehyung, no! Don't engage!"

But Taehyung was beyond listening. The idea of anyone, especially strangers, disparaging Jungkook, calling him "fake" or "an old creep," was an intolerable offense. His Bunny Boss was everything good and strong and real in his life, and no one was going to insult him.

"He is not fake!" Taehyung snarled, his voice rising, drawing more attention. "He is the most genuine, most powerful, most amazing person in the entire universe! He protects me! He cares for me! He loves me more than anyone! And he is not a creep!" His entire body vibrated with indignation. "He works tirelessly, he builds empires, he ensures my safety and my happiness! How dare you suggest anything otherwise?!"

The students who had made the comments, startled by Taehyung's sudden, fierce outburst, recoiled slightly. They had expected tears, or perhaps more dramatic declarations, not this raw, protective anger.

Agent Kang and Agent Park, who had been dealing with the previous group, now turned their full, unwavering attention to this new cluster of aggressors. Agent Park took a step forward, his hand subtly going to his comms. Agent Kang's eyes, cold and menacing, fixed on the student who had called Jungkook "fake."

"Hostile verbal engagement escalating," Agent Kang reported into his comms, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Direct attack on principal's character. Mr. Kim is highly agitated. Requesting immediate tactical backup for subject containment and secure extraction." The implicit threat in his words was clear. No one was safe from Jungkook's wrath when his dramatic darling was this upset.

Taehyung, still seething with protective fury, finally allowed Jimin to pull him away from the stunned students. The rage was a hot, unfamiliar sensation in his chest. No one, absolutely no one, talked about his Bunny Boss that way.

"They're ignorant, Taehyung," Jimin muttered, guiding him firmly. "They don't know anything. Just ignore them."

"How can I ignore them, Jiminie?" Taehyung retorted, his voice still trembling with indignation. "They called him fake! They implied... they implied awful things!" His lower lip quivered again, this time not from hurt, but from the aftermath of his intense anger. "Bunny Boss isn't fake. He's the most real person I know!"

Agent Kang and Agent Park had efficiently ensured the rude students dispersed, their presence alone a chilling promise of future consequences. Agent Kang's voice was low and steady in his comms. "Situation contained. Mr. Kim is highly distressed. Proceeding with immediate extraction to mansion."

"I want to go home," Taehyung declared, his voice suddenly small again, the burst of anger draining away, leaving him feeling emotionally raw. "I want to go to Bunny Boss. He'll make them pay. He'll make them understand."

Jimin nodded, rubbing Taehyung's back. "Let's go. The car's already waiting."

The ride back to the mansion was unusually quiet. Taehyung sat slumped in the back seat, staring out the window, the image of the sneering faces and their cruel words replaying in his mind. The thought of Jungkook, his steadfast, protective Bunny Boss, being subjected to such insults, was unbearable.

As the car pulled up to the mansion, Taehyung practically leaped out. He rushed through the front doors, calling out, "Bunny Boss? Jungkook? Are you here?"

He found one of the house managers, Mrs. Lee, tidying the grand foyer. "Mrs. Lee! Is Bunny Boss here? Is he back from his meeting? I need to tell him something important! Very important!"

Mrs. Lee, sensing his distress, smiled gently. "Yes, Mr. Kim. Mr. Jeon returned a little while ago. He was very tired. He went to bed, actually. He's resting in your bedroom now."

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening. "He's sleeping? In our bed? He didn't even go to his office?" A wave of tender concern washed over him, momentarily eclipsing his anger. He remembered seeing Jungkook asleep on the sofa that morning, working through the night. He must be utterly exhausted.

"Yes, Mr. Kim. He looked quite worn out," Mrs. Lee confirmed softly.

Taehyung immediately spun around, heading for the stairs, his previous agitation forgotten. "Jiminie! He's home! He's sleeping! My poor Bunny Boss!" He practically sprinted up the stairs, a new mission forming in his mind: to guard Jungkook's rest, to be there for him, just as Jungkook was always there for him. His anger at the rude students still simmered beneath the surface, but for now, his Bunny Boss's comfort was paramount.

Jungkook stirred, a faint dampness on his forehead. He blinked his eyes open, disoriented for a moment by the dim light of the bedroom. He had only intended to nap for a short while, but the exhaustion had clearly claimed him. He reached up, touching his face, and realized the dampness wasn't sweat. It felt like... water.

He opened his eyes fully, and then he saw Taehyung.

Taehyung was kneeling beside the bed, his face a mess of tears, silent sobs wracking his body. Large, glistening droplets were falling from his eyes, landing on Jungkook's forehead and cheek. His shoulders were shaking, and his usual vibrant energy was utterly absent, replaced by profound distress.

Jungkook’s sleep-fog instantly vanished, replaced by sharp, immediate concern. He sat up quickly, pushing himself up on an elbow.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook's voice was rough with sleep and alarm. He reached out, his hand gently cupping Taehyung's wet cheek. "My dramatic darling? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" His thumb brushed away a tear, his gaze searching Taehyung's distraught face. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

Taehyung choked back a sob, leaning into Jungkook's touch. "Bunny Boss," he whispered, his voice broken and thick with tears. "You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you. But they said... they said awful things."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed. The mention of "awful things" immediately triggered the memory of Agent Kang's earlier report of "hostile verbal engagement" and "character deprecation." But the raw, uninhibited tears on Taehyung's face spoke of a deeper wound.

"Who said awful things?" Jungkook asked, his voice low and dangerous, pulling Taehyung closer. He carefully shifted, sitting fully upright and pulling Taehyung gently onto the bed, cradling him against his chest. "Tell me, dramatic darling. Tell your Bunny Boss everything."

Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder, his body trembling. "They called me... they said I was just eye candy. Just a pretty face for my rich man." He sobbed harder. "And they said you were fake, Bunny Boss. They said you were a creep! That you just use your money to buy attention!"

Jungkook's arms tightened around Taehyung, his jaw clenching. The words hit him like a physical blow, not because they insulted him, but because they had caused Taehyung such profound pain. The casual cruelty, the demeaning of Taehyung's worth, the malicious targeting of their bond... it ignited a cold, terrifying rage within him.

"Shh," Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's hair, a fierce protectiveness settling over him. "Don't listen to them, dramatic darling. Not for a second. You are the most brilliant, most beautiful, most real person I know. And I am not fake. And I am certainly not a creep." His voice was low, laced with a promise of retribution. "They will regret those words, I assure you. No one gets to make my dramatic darling cry."

Jungkook held Taehyung tightly for a moment longer, letting the last of Taehyung's sobs subside into ragged breaths against his chest. His own heart pounded with a cold, relentless fury. His dramatic darling, his everything, had been hurt. And the individuals responsible would learn a lesson far more profound than any statistics Professor Han could teach.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes, still heavy from sleep but now burning with a dangerous intensity, met Taehyung's tear-filled ones.

"Stay right here," Jungkook commanded, his voice low and unwavering. "Don't move."

He swung his legs out of bed, moving with a swift, predatory grace. He strode to his closet, pulling out a dark suit – not the impeccable, power-suit from the morning's meeting, but a more casual yet equally sharp ensemble that spoke of quiet menace. He changed rapidly, his movements precise and economical. His face was a mask of cold determination, devoid of the earlier tenderness.

Taehyung watched him, his tears momentarily forgotten, replaced by a growing apprehension. He had rarely seen Jungkook like this – so utterly focused, so devoid of his usual playful indulgence. It was a raw, unfiltered side of the Bunny Boss, and it sent shivers down Taehyung's spine.

"Bunny Boss?" Taehyung whispered, pushing himself up. "What are you doing? Where are we going?"

Jungkook finished buttoning his shirt, not bothering with a tie. He grabbed his car keys and a small, sleek phone from his nightstand. He turned to Taehyung, his gaze unwavering.

"We're going to the university," Jungkook stated, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth. "And you're coming with me." He walked over to the bed, not giving Taehyung a choice. He gently but firmly took Taehyung's arm. "Get dressed. Quickly. Anything comfortable."

Taehyung, still feeling emotionally raw and overwhelmed by Jungkook's sudden, chilling demeanor, didn't argue. He scrambled out of bed, pulling on the first pair of jeans and a hoodie he could find. He felt a mix of fear and an undeniable, thrilling sense of being protected.

Jungkook didn't wait for him to finish lacing his shoes. He took Taehyung's hand and pulled him gently but resolutely out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and towards the front door. Taehyung stumbled slightly, but Jungkook's grip was firm, guiding him along.

"Agent Kang is already en route," Jungkook spoke into his phone as they walked. "Inform university security we're making an unscheduled visit. Identify the students from the latest incident. And make sure they are still on campus. If they're not, locate them immediately." His voice was low, but the words carried a chilling authority that brooked no argument.

They reached the waiting car. Jungwoo was already in the passenger seat, his face grim. Agent Kang stood by the door, opening it for them.

Jungkook urged Taehyung into the back seat, then slid in beside him. The door shut with a soft thud.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung whispered, looking at Jungkook's unyielding profile, "what are you going to do?"

Jungkook finally looked at him, his eyes softening just for a moment, a flicker of that deep tenderness returning. He reached out, gently wiping the last tear streaks from Taehyung's cheek with his thumb.

"I'm going to ensure," Jungkook said, his voice quiet but laced with an undeniable steel, "that no one ever makes my dramatic darling cry again. No one questions your worth. And no one, absolutely no one, calls me fake." The car pulled away from the mansion, accelerating swiftly towards the university. The silence in the car was heavy with unspoken promises.

The black car, moving with a controlled urgency, pulled up to the main gate of the university. The afternoon campus was still bustling, students moving between classes, unaware of the quiet storm that had just arrived. Agent Kang was already positioned outside, his presence a stark contrast to the casual student flow.

Jungkook stepped out first, his dark suit and stern expression instantly making him stand out. He didn't wait for the door to be opened for Taehyung; he simply reached in, his hand firm on Taehyung's arm, pulling him gently but decisively from the back seat. Taehyung, still looking a little dazed and tear-streaked, stumbled out, his hoodie pulled tightly around him.

"Stay close to me," Jungkook commanded, his voice low, audible only to Taehyung. His grip on Taehyung's arm was possessive, almost a warning to anyone watching. His eyes, cold and sweeping, took in the immediate surroundings.

Taehyung, feeling the tremor of suppressed rage emanating from Jungkook, clung to his arm. He looked around the familiar campus, which now felt charged with an unsettling tension.

As they walked, Jungkook's security detail, now significantly increased, began to fan out, subtly but unmistakably asserting their presence. Students noticed. Whispers started to ripple through the crowd, eyes widening as they recognized Taehyung, then shifted to the formidable, dark-suited figure beside him.

Suddenly, Taehyung stiffened. His eyes, still a little red, landed on a group of students gathered near the cafeteria entrance. It was them. The ones who had called him "eye candy" and Jungkook "fake." His breath hitched, and a fresh wave of protective anger surged through him.

"Bunny Boss!" Taehyung whispered, his voice sharp with a mix of fear and indignation. He pointed a trembling finger. "It's them! That group! The ones who said awful things about you! The ones who called you fake!"

Jungkook's gaze, already assessing the area, instantly locked onto the pointed finger. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the small cluster of students. He recognized the girl who had sneered. A muscle in his jaw clenched.

He didn't speak. He simply began to walk directly towards them, his pace deliberate, unyielding. Each step radiated an immense, suffocating power. The atmosphere around them seemed to drop, the casual chatter of the campus dying down as students instinctively created a wide berth around Jungkook and Taehyung. The protective, almost predatory glint in Jungkook's eyes was unmistakable.

The students in the group, who had been laughing moments before, saw them approaching. Their laughter died. Their smiles faded. They recognized Taehyung, but their eyes were drawn to the man beside him. Jungkook's presence was overwhelming, a silent, powerful force that commanded attention and instilled an immediate, chilling fear.

The girl who had made the last cruel comment turned pale. She tried to back away, a look of pure terror dawning on her face. Her friends shifted uncomfortably, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but there. The playful, casual dismissiveness they had shown earlier had vanished, replaced by a stark, terrifying realization that they had severely miscalculated.

Jungkook continued his relentless approach, every step deliberate, every line of his body screaming silent warning. The group of students visibly recoiled, their faces paling as they finally grasped the gravity of their situation. The boy who had called Taehyung "glitter boy" tried to disappear into the crowd, but Agent Kang, who had moved like a shadow, was suddenly there, blocking his path.

Jungkook stopped directly in front of the girl who had called him "fake." His eyes, normally warm for Taehyung, were now cold, hard, and devoid of any emotion. He was no longer "Bunny Boss" to her; he was the apex predator, and she was trapped in his gaze.

Taehyung, still clinging to Jungkook's arm, felt the sheer force radiating from him. It wasn't just anger; it was an ancient, primal power, a cold, calculated fury that promised absolute devastation.

"You," Jungkook's voice was a low, resonant rumble, utterly calm yet far more terrifying than a shout. He wasn't speaking to the girl, but to the entire group. "You thought you could casually insult what is mine?"

The girl stammered, unable to form words. Her friends were frozen in place, their eyes wide with fear.

Jungkook's hand, still holding Taehyung's arm, never loosened. With his other hand, he reached inside his jacket. There was a faint click, and then, slowly, he produced it.

It wasn't a large, imposing firearm. It was a compact, sleek, matte black pistol, designed for precision and silence. It fit perfectly in his palm, an extension of his will. He didn't point it; he simply held it, letting its presence speak volumes. The students stared at it, their faces turning ashen. This was no ordinary rich man's bodyguard; this was something far more dangerous.

"You called me 'fake'," Jungkook's voice continued, barely above a whisper, yet it commanded absolute attention. "Do I look fake to you?" His eyes swept over their terrified faces. "You thought you could demean him, call him 'eye candy,' imply he's insignificant? You thought you could question my protection over him?"

He turned his gaze back to the terrified girl. "I own this land beneath your feet. I own the institutions that provide your education. Your future, your reputation, your very comfort in this city, can vanish with a single command from me. Do you understand what it means to cross me? To cross what is mine?"

The girl was visibly shaking, tears starting to stream down her face. "No... no, I didn't mean..."

"You meant precisely what you said," Jungkook cut her off, his voice flat. "And words have consequences. Particularly when they target my dramatic darling." He then spoke into his comms, his voice low and precise, his gaze never leaving the terrified students. "Jungwoo, ensure these individuals are immediately identified. Their enrollment records. Their families. Their social standing. Everything."

Jungwoo's voice, calm and efficient, came through Agent Kang's earpiece, audible to Jungkook. "Understood, Boss. Already initiated."

Jungkook then turned his attention to the rest of the silent, terrified campus. His voice, though still soft, seemed to carry to every corner. "Let this be a lesson. To everyone. Taehyung is under my absolute protection. Any disrespect, any slight, any attempt to harm him, physically or verbally, will be met with immediate and severe retribution. Do I make myself clear?"

The silence that followed was deafening. No one dared to speak. The casual students nearby, who had merely been curious, now looked utterly horrified. They understood. This was not a wealthy boyfriend; this was a force of nature, protecting what he claimed as his own. Taehyung, still holding onto Jungkook's arm, felt a cold dread mix with a fierce, possessive satisfaction. His Bunny Boss was truly terrifying, and truly magnificent.

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