The Unfazed Gaze||Jinkook✔

1. Lotus

The grand event was in full swing, the sounds of merriment and music filtering through the grand corridors of the estate. Jungkook stood by one of the windows, his mind a tempest of thoughts. He adored his father, admired the man's cunning and prowess, but he was not blind to the darkness that shrouded his position - a web of politics and lies Jungkook could never see himself entangled in.

As he brooded over his internal conflict, a faint noise reached his ears - the soft creak of a door opening. In the silence of the otherwise empty house, the sound was almost imperceptible, yet it echoed loudly in Jungkook's sharp ears. His curiosity piqued, he followed the sound down the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.

He reached his father's chamber and paused, peering through the barely ajar door. A silhouette with wide shoulders, a tiny waist, and wide hips - a striking hourglass figure - moved gracefully inside. The figure was a little taller than him, thinner, almost slender. The attire clung to the figure's form, a dark brown off-shoulder dress with a high slit, revealing smooth, toned legs and the back of his wide shoulders.

The silhouette bent down, placing a jug of water on the bedside table. It was a common practice, as his father always requested water before retiring for the night. What caught Jungkook's attention, however, was the figure's next move. He saw a hand slip into a pocket, retrieving a small vial. Jungkook's eyes widened as the figure began to pour the contents into the water.

Without a second thought, Jungkook strode forward, ready to apprehend the intruder. But the figure was quicker, turning sharply and pointing a dagger at Jungkook's chest, simultaneously pushing him against the wall beside the side table.

"Who are you?" Jungkook demanded, his voice a low, menacing growl.

The masked figure's almond-shaped brown eyes locked onto his, fierce and unyielding, devoid of fear. "Figure it out," the figure replied curtly, voice too sweet to belong to a killer.

Jungkook, undeterred, swiftly grabbed the dagger's hilt, pressing it against the assassin's throat. The eyes that met his were captivating, a dangerous beauty that mesmerized him. "Who sent you to kill my father?" he hissed.

The assassin's round, thick lips curled into a slight smile, eyes never wavering. "Clever of you to think I will give you any answers," the assassin replied, sarcasm evident in that sweet voice of his.

Jungkook's grip tightened, but he found himself unable to look away from those fierce, beautiful eyes. In that brief moment of distraction, the assassin's hand moved like lightning, snatching the dagger back and delivering a sharp kick to Jungkook's groin.

Pain exploded through him, and he crumpled, clutching himself. The assassin took the opportunity, fleeing the room with a fluid grace that left Jungkook gasping on the floor, both in pain and in awe of the mysterious figure.

After a while, Jungkook managed to pull himself up, his body still throbbing from the assassin's brutal kick. He approached the bedside table, lifting the jug of poisoned water. With a grimace, he carried it to the adjoining washroom, dumping the contents down the drain.

As he was about to leave, chaos erupted outside. The sound of hurried footsteps and urgent shouts reached his ears. Jungkook rushed to the window, his eyes scanning the courtyard below. Guards were running about, clearly trying to catch someone. His heart pounded as he guessed who it might be. Panic surged through him as he quickly looked around, seeking any sign of his father. He finally spotted him, standing safely amidst a group of guards, seemingly unscathed.

Relief flooded through Jungkook, his legs almost giving out from the exhaustion and stress. Deciding he had enough for one night, he retired to his chambers. Yet sleep eluded him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the assassin's almond-shaped brown eyes, fierce and mesmerizing, and those pink, plump lips.