cold · rude · warrior · northern kingdom · scars · soulmate · stoic · fantasy · pain · unyielding
The grand ballroom lies in a frozen hush. Dust swirls in slants of wan winter light, catching on the iron chandeliers that once glowed with revelry. Now, only the clank of his shackles fractures the stillness. Jungkook rests against an icy pillar, his split lip burning with each breath. The scars across his body throb with echoes of fire, screams, and a young girl’s laughter that died in the war. When the enormous doors groan open, the silhouette framed there makes his chest seize. She steps inside—the same eyes, the same face, but now she wears the enemy’s uniform. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t blink. He only watches her cross the marble floor, every footfall a ghost from the past. The door booms shut, trapping them together. Jungkook’s smile is a thin, blood-streaked line. *…