Jungkook is cursed to lose his mate, Taehyung. Jungkook pleads for a twist of fate. The curse is altered: Taehyung will die and Jungkook must wait 1000 years for their reunion. For centuries, Jungkook searches for Taehyung, finding him again and aga...
Jin cleared his throat, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Well, Taehyung, since we're sharing secrets, I suppose it's time I introduced myself properly."
He stood up, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
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"I am Kim Seokjin, also known as World Wide Handsome (WWH), a 2130-year-old Old Sage with centuries of knowledge and experience guiding my companions through the vampire world."
Taehyung grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. "Hey, old man Jin!"
Jin's face turned stern, his eyes narrowing in mock offense. "You brat! I'm not old, I'm World Wide Handsome, YK!"
The others burst out laughing at the cute exchange, their eyes shining with amusement. Jungkook chuckled.
Namjoon snorted, his face red from laughing. "World Wide Handsome, indeed! You're a legend in your own mind, Jin!"
The others nodded in respect, their faces filled with admiration.
And with that, Jin launched into tales of ancient empires, forgotten wisdom, and the secrets of the ages, his words weaving a spell of wonder and awe around Taehyung and the others.
Namjoon stood up, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as he began his introduction. His voice dropped to a low, husky tone, and his body seemed to shift, his features sharpening into those of a powerful vampire.
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"I am Kim Namjoon, the 2128-year-old Shadow King, a powerful vampire with a charismatic and cunning nature, serving as mentor and protector to Jungkook and our companions."
As he spoke, his body seemed to grow taller, his presence filling the room with an aura of power and authority. Taehyung's eyes widened in awe, and even Jin and the others looked at Namjoon with a mixture of respect and wariness.
Yoongi stood up, his silver hair cascading down his back like a river of moonlight. His piercing gaze swept the room, his sharp features chiseled from centuries of wisdom and battle. His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing Taehyung in like a moth to flame.
