The Innocent and The King

Chapter Two - A Dangerous World

Reva sat stiffly in the plush leather seat of the car, her hands gripping her bag as if it were a lifeline. The tension in the air was palpable as Jungkook remained silent beside her, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. The man’s presence was overwhelming, a blend of danger and authority that made her skin prickle.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly toward the driver, who nodded in understanding and maneuvered the car through the city streets with precision.

When the silence stretched too long, Reva’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “I deserve to know what’s going on! Why were those men following me?”

Jungkook turned his head to face her, his dark eyes unreadable. “Because you crossed my path,” he said simply, as though that explanation was sufficient.

Reva blinked, her confusion deepening. “What does that even mean? I don’t know you!”

“That’s the problem,” he replied, his tone sharp. “You don’t know me, but now you’re involved.”

“Involved in what?” she pressed, her voice rising slightly.

Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

Reva stared at him, her mind racing. She had no clue who this man was beyond the arrogant and reckless driver she had encountered the day before. But the way those men had fled at the mere sight of him hinted at something much darker.

“No,” she admitted quietly, “and honestly, I’m not sure I want to.”

His lips twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smirk, but it never fully formed. “Smart girl,” he muttered. “But it’s too late for that now.”

Reva’s stomach twisted with unease. “I didn’t ask for this,” she said, her voice trembling.

Jungkook leaned closer, his gaze piercing. “I didn’t ask for you to walk into my life, either. But here we are.”

Before she could respond, the car slowed to a stop in front of a towering building that exuded wealth and power. The driver stepped out to open Reva’s door, but she hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to run.

Jungkook’s voice cut through her hesitation. “Don’t even think about it.”

Something in his tone left no room for argument. Reluctantly, Reva stepped out of the car, her eyes darting around as she took in her surroundings. The building’s sleek design and heavy security screamed exclusivity.

“Where are we?” she asked as Jungkook strode past her toward the entrance.

“My home,” he replied curtly, not bothering to look back.

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Inside, the penthouse was even more intimidating than the exterior. The space was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the Seoul skyline. The décor was modern and minimalistic, but the faint scent of leather and whiskey added a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold atmosphere.

Jungkook shrugged off his jacket, revealing the intricate tattoos that snaked down his arms. Reva couldn’t help but stare, her curiosity momentarily overriding her fear.

“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the sleek black couch.

Reva hesitated but eventually complied, perching on the edge of the cushion. She felt small and out of place in this world of luxury and danger.