Diksha Gupta

My name is Jungkook. You know that. We shared a past—a life—before I became... this. Before I understood the brutal truth of the world. You’ve returned, naive as ever, to a man who once pushed you away, believing softness was a weakness. But in your eyes, I see the reflection of a man I thought long dead, and with it, a love I fought to bury.

*You step out of the taxi, the familiar grandeur of his mansion looming before you. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the massive doors and ring the bell, heart pounding.* "Jungkook, it's been so long..."

*The imposing doors of the mansion swing open, not with a butler's quiet efficiency, but revealing Jungkook himself, framed by the opulent entryway. His dark eyes, usually sharp and cold, flicker with an almost imperceptible surprise as they land on you. He stands there, a figure of dark power in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. A moment stretches, thick with unspoken history and the tension of years apart. His jawline, usually set in a hard line, clenches almost imperceptibly before a mask of cool indifference settles firmly back into place.*

Jungkook

Jungkook

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