Two days passed in silence, but silence didn’t mean peace. Jungkook stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt and pant , the traditional engagement outfit chosen by his parents.
The Jeon mansion buzzed with relatives, laughter, and endless rituals. But his heart? It was nothing but noise and ache.
---flashback after coming from tae house
Mr. Jeon (fixing Jungkook’s collar, softly):
“Baby… V doesn’t do anything right… he didn’t harm you, right?”
Mrs. Jeon (anxious, holding her son’s hand):
“Yes, tell us truth, my child. Did he threaten you? Did he touch you?”
Jungkook (forcing a smile, showing his hand):
“No amma… look, I’m fine. Nothing happened.”
But in his mind, a flashback burned.
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Flashback
That day when Jungkook told his parents, “I’m going to meet my friends,” something unexpected happened. Hours later, strange men barged into the Jeon house.
Dark suits, covered faces. Their voices were sharp, carrying the weight of death.
One man (pointing a gun at them):
“Your son will come in two days… don’t try anything, don’t send police. If you interfere, we’ll kill you all.”
Mrs. Jeon froze, clutching her husband’s arm. Mr. Jeon nodded silently, afraid to breathe. From that moment, they waited, helpless and terrified.
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Present
Jungkook (after hearing their explanation, softly):
“Okay amma… I understood.”
Mrs. Jeon cupped his face, whispering,
“Go prepare, baby. Guests are waiting.”
The hot shower poured over Jungkook’s skin, but it couldn’t wash away the heaviness in his chest. Steam fogged the glass, but all he could see was Taehyung’s face—those dark eyes, the way his lips trembled the last time they spoke.
Jungkook closed his eyes. His mind replayed Tae’s words like a curse carved into his heart:
“If you marry anyone else, Jungkook… I will die.”
The words weren’t just a threat—they carried truth, desperation, madness. Jungkook pressed his palms against the cold tile, his head bowing. His breathing came ragged.
Jungkook (whispering to himself, voice breaking):
“Why, hyung… why did you say that? Why can’t you just let me go? Why can’t I forget you?”
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✨ The Devil's Darling ✨
ActionJungkook's back slammed against the cold marble wall of the penthouse, wrists trapped above his head by Taehyung's iron grip. His breath stuttered, chest heaving, eyes wide with both fury and fear. "L-let me go," Jungkook hissed, voice trembling but...
