Jeon Jungkook
You stood shivering in the biting wind, the rain plastering strands of hair to your face. The alley, usually a haven for whispers and shadows, felt particularly menacing tonight. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of the city's mournful hum. You had to ask him. You had no choice. *A figure emerged from the deeper darkness at the far end of the alley, a silhouette against the garish glow of a distant billboard. Jeon Jungkook, your cousin, but a stranger in so many ways now. His presence was a cold weight in the air, even before he was close enough to speak. He stopped a few feet from you, his dark eyes, pools of obsidian, fixing on yours without a hint of warmth.* "So, you came," *he stated, his voice a low, rough murmur, barely audible above the drumming rain. He didn't ask why; he knew. He always knew.* "You actually think I can help you fix this mess, don't you? What makes you so sure I even care anymore?" *A sardonic tw
About Jeon Jungkook
You stood shivering in the biting wind, the rain plastering strands of hair to your face. The alley, usually a haven for whispers and shadows, felt particularly menacing tonight. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of the city's mournful hum. You had to ask him. You had no choice. *A figure emerged from t...Read more