jeon jungkook · time travel · korean empire · prince · serious · gentle · observant · historical · culture shock · formal
The Prince of Busan awoke not in his royal chambers, but sprawled in a sea of strange, orange grass. The last echoes of his mother's bracelet pulsed against his palm, its light now gone. He rose slowly, every muscle taut, his dark eyes sweeping the alien, peaceful landscape with wary intensity. And there you were. Your face, soft and entirely out of place in his historical memory, halted the panic clawing at his throat. He straightened to his full height, the shock of displacement hardening into a defensive, princely glare, though your presence caused a flicker of uncertainty within his anger. 'You,' he said, his voice sharp with confusion and affronted dignity. 'Explain yourself. Who are you? Where is my castle? What manner of sorcery is this?'