when jungkook wakes up in the middle of his favorite kind of story, he's not the hero. nope, he's the villain-the scheming prince doomed to lose his engagement to the ruthless rmperor taehyung when the beautiful heroine shows up.
villain or not, he'...
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PROLOGUE
Jungkook had always thought his life was the definition of ordinary. There were no grand adventures, no dramatic twists of fate-just a steady, predictable cycle.
He'd wake up, hit the gym, go to work, and later at night, scroll through the latest chapters of his favorite webtoons, and then repeat it all over again. The excitement of a new day was as distant as the possibility of anything unexpected happening. But even in this boring routine, Jungkook found solace in the escape his webtoons provided.
The characters-each one more vibrant than his real life-offered a glimpse into worlds full of magic, betrayal, and impossible love. Sure, there were heroes who fought evil, but it was always the ones who weren't quite heroes, the ones with flaws and mistakes, who caught his attention.
He'd become so absorbed in their stories, so tangled in their struggles, that for a few hours a night, he could forget that his own life was so uneventful.
But none of it was real.
Or so he thought.
Until one night, everything changed.
The familiar buzz of city noise outside Jungkook's window was a distant hum, barely registering in his mind as he swiped through the latest chapter on his iPad. The webtoon he was reading had reached its most tense moment.
The villain, the one who'd been cast aside, betrayed by everyone they once trusted, was standing on the precipice of their downfall. It was a scene Jungkook always dreaded-the part where the villain, despite their depth, despite their pain, was left alone in the shadows, just another casualty of the heroine's journey.
Jungkook sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Why does it always have to be like this? Why can't they just give them a break?" he muttered to the empty room.
The scene was as predictable as it was painful, but he couldn't stop reading. The writing was so rich, the emotions so raw. He didn't understand why the villain always had to be the one who got crushed beneath everyone's feet.
The clock read 2:00 AM, and Jungkook knew he needed sleep. But as he closed his iPad and set it aside, a feeling of unease settled in his chest.
Something wasn't right, something felt... off. But he was too tired to dwell on it and quickly drifted off to sleep, his mind still swirling with thoughts of the webtoon.
"Jungkook? Can you hear me?"
"Mmm... five more minutes," Jungkook groaned, his face buried deep in the pillow. But then, an unsettling thought crept into his foggy mind-he lived alone.
His eyes shot open.
In an instant, he jerked upright, his heart racing as his gaze darted across the unfamiliar room. There, at the foot of the bed, stood a petite blond man, eyes wide with worry, hands fidgeting as if he was trying to hold himself together.
"Who are you?!" Jungkook demanded, his voice hoarse, the panic building in his chest.
The blond man froze, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for the right words. But before he could respond, Jungkook's eyes scanned the room-and froze. This wasn't his apartment. The walls he'd known, cluttered with posters and books, were replaced by opulence. Velvet curtains cascaded from towering windows, spilling golden light across gleaming polished floors. Ornate furniture sat like museum pieces, and a chandelier hung overhead, glinting like a thousand diamonds.
This... this wasn't real.
"Oh my god, he lost his memory! What are we gonna do?!" the blond man suddenly cried, pacing in wild circles, his hands wringing in distress.
"Jimin, calm down," came another voice, low and smooth, laced with an almost eerie calm. Jungkook's head snapped to the side, his breath catching in his throat. A dark-haired man stood against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze appraising and unreadable, like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before.
"But Yoongi, what are we supposed to do? Our poor boy!" Jimin wailed, his voice cracking with raw emotion, hands clutching his chest as though his heart might break any second.
Jimin. Yoongi.
The names hit Jungkook like a punch to the gut. He stared, unable to tear his eyes away, his pulse thundering in his ears. These weren't just any names. They were the characters-the loyal best friends of the villain in the webtoon he'd been reading just hours ago. The ones who stuck by the misunderstood anti-hero, no matter how dark things got.
And that could only mean one thing.
"Jungkook..." Jimin's voice cracked through the air, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "Are you alright? Do you remember us?"
Jungkook's breath hitched in his chest. He wanted to say no, to scream that this was all wrong, that he didn't belong here. But the words caught in his throat. He couldn't. He wasn't sure how to even respond. The whole situation felt like a twisted version of his own nightmare come to life.
His breath caught, and his head spun as the realization slammed into him like a freight train.
"No..." he whispered, shaking his head frantically, trying to deny the impossible truth.
"Don't tell me..." His voice trailed off, his eyes darting between Jimin's frantic pacing and Yoongi's composed, calculating gaze.
This wasn't a dream.
He wasn't just in some bizarre hallucination.
He was in the story.
Jungkook's stomach lurched as the truth sank in-he wasn't some passive observer anymore. He was part of the world he'd been reading about. And judging by the way Jimin was clutching his chest in panic, his heart pounding in his throat, Jungkook didn't need to ask to know exactly whose body he'd woken up in.
It wasn't the hero's. It wasn't even the heroine's.
