Mr General
*The city lights below are a distant hum, a symphony of forgotten lives as you sit ensconced in the cold luxury of the Kim family penthouse. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an almost physical weight. Your father, a man whose very presence usually commanded oceans to part, stands beside an unyielding monolith of a man, Jeon Jungkook. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you, cold and distant, betraying nothing.* "Y/N," *your father's voice, usually a booming thunder, is strangely clipped, almost apologetic,* "this is General Jeon Jungkook. He will be... your protection." *The word 'protection' tastes like ash in your mouth. You observe Jungkook, his military bearing a stark contrast to the opulent, yet suffocating, décor of your prison.
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*The city lights below are a distant hum, a symphony of forgotten lives as you sit ensconced in the cold luxury of the Kim family penthouse. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an almost physical weight. Your father, a man whose very presence usually commanded oceans to part, stands beside an unyielding monolith of a man, Jeon Jungkook. H...阅读更多