In the heart of a bustling city of Midtown Manhattan lies the Grand Railway Station, a place filled with countless tales and whispers.
them is a chilling myth about a mysterious third level that (Doesn't exist in the real world). Accordin...
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to steady my breath. My heart was still racing from the encounter with Prince Jimin. His words echoed in my mind, each one laced with a warning that sent a chill down my spine.
How did it come to this? I thought, staring blankly at the flowers I’d placed on the small table by the window. Just minutes ago, I was lost in the beauty of the Moon Land, standing in awe of a world that seemed more like a dream than reality. Now, all I felt was a gnawing sense of dread.
I paced back and forth, replaying the events that had unfolded. After showing him my powers, I’d practically begged him for help. What was I thinking? I scolded myself. But the truth was, I didn’t know what else to do. Jimin was sharp, perceptive, and dangerous. If anyone had answers, it was him—even if it meant risking everything by making a deal with the devil.
I couldn’t forget the way his eyes narrowed when I asked for his help, the cold amusement that flickered across his face. He didn’t hide his disdain, his voice dripping with sarcasm when he replied, "Why would I help you?"
Desperation had driven me to say something I never thought I would. "I’ll do whatever you want me to, in return. Please, help me."
His gaze had sharpened, and for a moment, I thought he would refuse. But then his lips curled into a smile, not warm or kind, but amused. "You’ll do whatever I want?" he had echoed, as if the idea was some kind of joke. But then, to my shock, he nodded. "Okay."
I’d stared at him, dumbfounded. "You… you agree to make a deal? Just like that?"
His smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a look of irritation. "Do you want my help or not, lady? Don’t ask too many questions."
That was when I knew I was in over my head. But before I could even respond, he had continued, his voice low and dangerous. "Meet me in the library this afternoon. And if you breathe a word of this to my brother or father," he had leaned in close, his eyes glinting with a deadly promise, "I will kill you."
A nervous laugh had bubbled up in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I rolled my eyes, trying to mask the fear gnawing at me. "Yeah, obviously," I had muttered, turning away quickly before he could see how rattled I really was.
And now here I was, back in my room, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened .I sat on the edge of my bed, gripping the blanket tightly as my thoughts spiraled out of control. Am I really here to help, or am I just some kind of bait? A shiver ran down my spine. What if they plan to kill me for the safety of their land? The thought made my stomach twist with fear. I don’t want to die, I silently pleaded, panic creeping into my chest. Or maybe they’ll manipulate me, use me for something I can’t even imagine.
My mind raced, filled with scenes from the countless books I’d read, where the heroine was always caught in some deadly scheme. Is that what’s happening to me? I buried my face in my hands .
I was lost in my whirlwind of thoughts when the door suddenly burst open, making me jump. My heart skipped a beat as I whipped my head around to see Jungkook striding into the room, his presence filling the space with an effortless confidence. "Can't you at least knock?" I snapped, trying to steady my racing heart. "You scared me!"
A slow, mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What's the fun in that?" he replied, his voice low and teasing. He closed the distance between us, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe with an intensity that made my skin tingle. Before I could react, he was beside me, his hand boldly sliding up my thigh. The unexpected touch sent a shiver through hitching in m my breath tas his fingers pressed into my skin, massaging with a possessive grip.
His face was dangerously close now, his warm breath fanning over my cheek as his luscious lips hovered near mine, just inches away. The proximity made my pulse race. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of him intoxicatingly close. I swallowed hard, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "Aren't you a little too touchy just after one day?" I managed to say, my voice coming out breathy, almost as if I were trying to convince myself I wasn't affected by him.
Jungkook's smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving mine as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movement on my thigh. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "But I think you like it."
"Liking it doesn’t make it right, Jungkook," I managed to say, forcing myself to move back, even though every nerve in my body screamed at me to stay close. I needed to maintain my sanity, no matter how much his touch clouded my thoughts. His smirk didn’t falter as he leaned in closer, undeterred by my retreat.
"Oh really?" he said, his voice laced with that same teasing arrogance that made my pulse quicken. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself against the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
"You’re confusing me, Jungkook!" I snapped, my voice rising with frustration. "Tell me, did you really start liking me in just a few days? What did I do to make you like me? Do you think I’m stupid? That I can’t see what’s happening?" The anger in my chest bubbled over, my words spilling out in a rush.
I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto his with defiance. "And for the record, I’m not some love-sick puppy who’ll fall head over heels just because a prince charming like you kisses me and shows me affection. I have my brain too, and I’m not going to just do whatever you want me to without thinking."
Jungkook looked momentarily shocked, his usual confidence wavering as he took in my outburst. "No, no, that’s not what I was trying to do, sweetheart," he said, his voice softer than before.
I could feel the walls closing in on me, the pressure of the situation becoming too much to bear. "I don’t want to be here," I admitted, my voice cracking as tears welled up in my eyes. "I don’t feel good. Everyone is so weird, and I miss my friends, my family." A few tears spilled over, sliding down my cheeks despite my attempts to hold them back.
Jungkook’s expression softened, his eyes filling with an emotion that seemed almost too gentle for his usual demeanor. He took a step closer, but I held up a hand, my voice trembling as I said, "Please, leave me alone for a while."
He hesitated, looking at me with a guilty expression, before nodding. "Okay," he said quietly, and then he turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts and the quiet ache in my heart.
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