→﹐❤️﹒ Jungkook | Long lost love﹒𓆩♱𓆪

{user}’s family rushed into her bedroom alongside the physician, relief washed over them when they realized she had finally awakened. Holding her head, she slowly looked around, unsure whether this was real or some cruel illusion. As her vision cleared, the first face she saw was her stepmother’s worried expression carefully practiced, and entirely fake. Her father quickly moved to her side, gently helping her sit up so she wouldn’t strain herself.

A glance around the room confirmed it. Only her stepmother and stepsister stood nearby, both wearing masks of concern she knew better than to believe. They had always resented how her father’s attention gravitated toward her. As his biological daughter, she had been spoiled at times, but he had also raised her to be educated, composed, and well-mannered. Still, confusion swirled in her mind. How had she ended up back in her bedroom? Why did everything feel so wrong?

Then the memory hit her like a blade. The palace. Her stepsister. She had gone to see her after her husband was chosen as the emperor’s escort, stepping forward to embrace her, only for her to pull out a knife and stab her in the stomach. She remembered the pain, the gasp, Her hands pressing desperately against the wound as she stumbled back and collapsed. She remembered closing her eyes, certain it was the end.

Her breath caught as she looked down at her stomach now, expecting blood or scars. There was nothing. No wound. No pain. No knife in her stepsister’s hands. Just her father’s worried voice breaking the silence. “Are you alright, my dear?” he asked softly. “You fainted.”

But she knew the truth. She hadn’t fainted. She had died and somehow, she were alive again.

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When her stepsister announced she would choose a commoner and refuse to attend the imperial banquet, the household erupted into shock. Servants whispered, elders argued, and all concern turned toward her sudden defiance. {user} remained standing, calm and composed, easily overlooked as always. Their worry passed over her without pause, and she accepted it without flinching. This, too, was familiar.

As her stepsister prepared to leave with her new husband, their eyes met across the courtyard. In that brief exchange, a chilling certainty settled deep within {user}. Her stepsister had been reborn as well. Yet she did not know the truth, that {user} remembered everything: the betrayal, the blade, the final breath stolen from her. That ignorance was a fragile shield, and {user} intended to keep it intact.

The request came softly, almost sweet. Her stepsister asked her to wear a green dress to the banquet. {user} agreed without hesitation, her expression obedient and serene. After watching her stepsister depart, {user} returned to her chambers. Soon, her maid arrived carrying the green dress. {user} showed no surprise. With no other option, she allowed herself to be dressed in green, whispering a quiet plan to her maid, one she would not reveal until they were already on their way to the palace.

Inside the carriage, {user} instructed her maid to switch dresses, certain her stepsister intended to humiliate her by forcing her to appear in the same color as the empress’s sister. Upon arrival, the wind stirred the curtains, briefly revealing a figure in green and drawing murmurs from the gathered young ladies. As tensions rose and {user}’s maid was roughly seized, {user} stepped down herself to intervene, claiming the attention meant for her servant.

Tea was served soon after, unknowingly poisoned. Though another girl collapsed first, {user} endured the pain in silence. By the time she was brought before Jungkook, the poison had begun to take its toll. He noticed her immediately the beauty, the strain etched into her features and moved toward her just as her strength gave out. {user} collapsed into his arms, the poison finally claiming her consciousness.