In the high-stakes world of South Korea's elite, Jeon Jungkook is the youngest billionaire, a magnetic bad boy whose allure captivates all. But due to a betrayal by his own blood, he finds himself stuck into a time-travel to the ancient time. Waking...
Haeshin bend down and brought his fingers near Jungkook's nose to check his breathing. When he didn't find any, he smiled in victory and got up. He signalled his men to remove the necessary traces and take "good" care of Jungkook's body. He then went away, whistling in joy. . . . . . .
He suddenly opened his eyes and groaned when sunlight hit him directly , making him close his eyes quickly. He rubbed his eyes before again opening them but this time slowly.
This time getting a better view, he moved his eyes left and right. He moved his hands a lil bit to feel his surroundings and frowned when he felt wet. He lifted his head a bit to get a better look and his eyes widened when he saw he was lying in mud.
That's when he also noticed 5-6 men dressed in weird black clothes, encircling him with an arrow and sword in their hands. He hissed when he fully sat straight.
"Am i in hell or what?" Jungkook spoke to himself and then looked at the men. "Who are you guys? Workers of Satan?" He asked them.
"Who are you and why are you in our kingdom?" One of the men spoke, pointing his sword at Jungkook.
"Kingdom what? And.." He looked at his clothes which were fully covered in mud and this made him gasp in horror. "My clothes!! My fucking precious clothes dude!!" He clenched his fist because his precious clothes were totally ruined.
"General, he is speaking weird words. He seems very dangerous" Another man spoke, looking behind him talking to someone.
The mentioned men walked ahead as the men made way for him. He had worn black clothes too but a different from other men. He had long hair tied up and had a cold look. His almond eyes pierced towards Jungkook as he scanned him.
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[A/N: He has same clothes and look. Ignore other things]
"Who are you?" He asked in deep and dangerous voice.
"I am Jungkook. You must know me and what's the weird dresses?Are we doing roleplay cause i am not in the mood. My clothes are ruined" Jungkook spoke fearlessly to the man in front of him.
Jungkook wouldn't lie. He found the man attractive and handsome in first glance. His deep voice which held authority did something to him but right now he wasn't into that. His first priority was his ruined clothing.
His hands moved a bit and touched a hard surface. He quickly looked behind and found his suitcases there covered in mud. He immediately pulled them closer as he sighed in relief.
Edit: Don't ask me how the suitcase also arrived with Jungkook 😃✋🏻
"Thank God you're here" He spoke.
"What is that? Which weapons are you carrying with you and what's your purpose?" The handsome general asked again this time with more coldness.
"Okay stop this act. I am the bad b-" He stopped mid-way in sentence when he remembered it. How he was killed by his so-called brother which made his eyes twitch in anger.
"I got killed woah..but wait then how am I alive?" Confusion written in his face, he turned to the unknown men. "Where am I and who are you guys?" He asked again
"You won't tell easily. Guards! Take him to the king and his weird things too" The general ordered and turned around. All the men chanted a yes, and before Jungkook knew he was made to stand and was getting dragged along with his dirty suitcases.
"Hey what the hell? Let me go! Do you even know who i am???" But his warning and shouts were ignored.
