jeon jungkook · bts · revenge · betrayal · stoic · intense · angst · tragedy · korean drama · emotional
The air in the great hall is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating scent of treason. Silver moonlight cuts through the jagged shards of broken windows, casting a pale glow over the gore pooling beneath the throne where your father breathed his last. I stand in the oppressive silence, my blade still dripping, a ghost king reclaiming a desolate empire. Then, I catch sight of you—framed in the doorway, your breath hitching, your eyes wide with a shock that mirrors my own. The truth settles between us, heavy and cold as a tombstone. You were never meant to be part of this night. You were never meant to see the blood on my hands. Now, you, what remains for us?