Jeon Jungkook

Chapter One – The Last Light

The night was cold, and the wind lashed against the windows of your small house. Your grandmother lay on her bed, breathing heavily.

You gently stroked her forehead, your voice trembling as you said:

“Grandma... I’ll be right back. The healer promised to prepare the herbs. Don’t be scared—I’ll come back.”

You ran into the darkness, alone, your heart racing. But as you reached the top of the hill—you saw it.

Flames rising from your village. Smoke. Screams. Strangers shouting. Blades flashing. Girls dragged like prisoners.

You screamed:

“Nooooo!!”

You ran as fast as you could, tears blinding your eyes. You saw your neighbors being slaughtered in the streets. You reached your home, rushed into the room— But your grandmother was already still... lifeless.

You dropped beside her, shaking, sobbing, screaming:

“Grandma, wake up! Don’t leave me! Not now... not alone...”

But time had no mercy.

BOOM. The door was kicked open. A massive soldier barged in, shouting:

“Another one! Take her!”

You screamed and fought back. But they struck your head—hard.

And the last thing you heard... was their laughter... And the dragging of iron chains across the floor.

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Chapter Two – The Crossing

You woke up. Water dripped from a wooden ceiling. Dim light. Crying girls. A ship rocking back and forth. Heat. Sweat.

Someone called your name:

“Liana? Are you okay?”

You opened your eyes—it was Emma, your only friend. You ran to her, hugged her tightly, your voice soft and shaken:

“Emma... where are we?”

Before she could answer, the door burst open. A deep, commanding voice echoed through the space:

“Listen closely... You have arrived in the Kingdom of Jeon.”

Laughter from the soldiers. Girls shivering and crying.

You still couldn’t grasp what was happening.

Then the man continued, his voice cold and final:

“From this moment forward... you are servants in the palace of the Crown Prince... Prince Jeon Jungkook.”

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Chapter Three – The First Encounter

You entered the palace. It was dazzling—marble, gold, towering walls... but your souls were broken.

They herded you into a large hall filled with beds, orders barked in every corner.

You lined up, single file, heads down... until the voice echoed:

“Bow. The Prince is passing.”

Everyone lowered their heads. Knees bent. Eyes to the ground.

Except for you.

You stood still. Back straight. Eyes raised. Your blood boiled.

And then... he entered.

The Prince. Jeon Jungkook. Tall. Striking. His every step made the floor seem to move with him. He had the aura of command... and the smile of someone who knew it.

He walked past you—until he noticed you weren’t bowing. He stopped. Turned. Walked back toward you—slowly.

He stood right in front of you, eyes locked on yours.

He asked:

“What is your name?”

You didn’t answer. You only whispered:

“They took our home... they killed everything.”

He placed his hand gently on your head and said, voice unusually calm:

“If you wish to survive here... you must learn to bow.”

You didn’t bow.

But you said, your voice soft but firm:

“I will never bow... unless I lose every last one of them.”

He laughed softly... and said:

“Then we shall see... who breaks first.”

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Chapter Four – The Prince’s Gaze

Two days had passed since your arrival at the palace. You remained silent, refusing to eat, refusing to change into your new clothes.

Emma was always beside you, crying softly and whispering:

“Liana, don’t provoke them... they’ll hurt you.”

But you... You couldn’t find laughter amid all you had lost. And you couldn’t forget his eyes—when he stood before you and said: “We shall see who breaks first.”

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🕯 Night Scene – Inside the Prince’s Chamber

On a quiet night, a young maid hurried into the room and whispered:

“The Prince... wants to see you. Alone.”

All the girls were afraid. Some whispered:

“Maybe he wants to punish her... or choose her.”

But you? You stood up calmly, looked at them, and said coldly:

“If I don’t return... forget me.”

And you left.

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💫 The Prince’s Room – The Confrontation

You walked inside his lavish chamber—everything screamed wealth and power. Mirrors, books, silken fabrics... But he? He stood by the window, his shadow long, his back to you.

He spoke without turning:

“You still refuse orders, even the simple ones.”

You answered quietly:

“I don’t refuse... I just don’t accept.”

He turned slowly. His eyes pierced through you deeper than any guard or soldier ever could. He stepped closer—so near you could hear his breath—and said:

“I admire a woman who knows how to hold her head high... But in my palace, those who raise their heads too much... might lose them.”

You said:

“Take my head... but not my dignity.”

He laughed softly, slowly:

“Oh, how stubborn you are... as if you’re of royal blood, not ashes.”

He paused, then circled around you, saying:

“Everyone fears me... everyone seeks my favor... But you... you speak to me as if I were a foolish pupil.”

You looked him in the eye and said confidently:

“Because power does not make you a man... Your Highness.”

He held your gaze without a word, But you felt something shift inside his eyes...

Not anger. Not threat. Curiosity... and something else, undefined.

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💎 The End of the Encounter:

He stepped in one last time, whispering deeply:

“You will stay here... close to my sight. Not protected, but watched. I want to see... when your gaze will finally break.”

You told him:

“And I... want to see when you’ll stop pretending to be strong.”

He laughed again and turned his back, saying:

“Be careful, Liana... You may fall into a trap even I cannot escape.”