𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 | 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋ℝ𝕌𝕋ℍ

Jungkook's pov
Rewritten
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—Ancient Jeon Palace—

I woke up with a sharp pain pulsing through my head. Confused, I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The place looked like an ancient palace, scary and unfamiliar, as if time had forgotten it.

How did I get here? What's happening? My heart raced as I tried to move, only to realize my hands were tightly bound to a chair. The entire room was dark, cloaked in shadows, and the air was thick with an unsettling chill.

"I-Is anyone here? W-Where am I? Please... help me," I stammered, my voice breaking as fear gripped me. I tugged helplessly against the ropes. I hated old, creepy places like this. They always gave me nightmares, and this palace was no exception. It felt suffocating, and my head ached more with every passing second.

I looked around desperately when suddenly, the heavy door creaked open, flooding the room with light. My heart dropped. The last thing I remembered was Mr. Kim and... getting kidnapped. Was it them?

"Welcome back, son," a voice echoed from the doorway. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out the person's face, but the light blinded me. Several men stepped into the room, their figures casting long shadows. Each of them carried guns and other weapons, their presence menacing.

The person in the shadows gave an order, and the men moved to the corners of the room, fiddling with fire lighters. As they began igniting the old torches on the walls, the room slowly illuminated, revealing the cold stone floors and faded tapestries. My eyes darted around, and that's when I saw him—Mr. Kim, tied up beside me, unconscious.

"Mr. Kim!" I called out, my voice trembling. He didn't respond, his head slumped over. Panic set in as I turned my gaze to the figure still enveloped in darkness.

"What did you do to him?" I demanded, my fear turning into anger. A low chuckle echoed across the room.

"Oh, nothing yet," the man replied mockingly. "But he deserves punishment for disobeying me... for melting in front of his weak, pathetic son. One tear, and the fool crumbles like cheap ice cream." He laughed darkly, but all it did was stoke the fire in my chest.

"Don't you dare talk about Taehyung like that!" I spat, my rage taking over.

The man stepped closer, his face still hidden by shadows, and roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I see you're still the same, son," he sneered, his grip painful.

I glared at him. "What do you want?" I asked boldly, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides.

He chuckled again, the sound sending chills down my spine. "I want my revenge, son. I want to kill him with my own hands. I thought watching him marry someone else would be as good as death, but it seems I'll have to handle things myself. He'll die by my hands this time." His laughter was cold, filled with malice, and it made my skin crawl.

My blood boiled. I wanted to punch him, to make him pay for every word. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY TAE!" I shouted, pulling against the ropes with all my might.

"Oh, such fire," he taunted. "Calm down, my son. You'll get your chance to see him die, right before your eyes." His words twisted something deep inside me. My head throbbed, a sharp, unbearable pain blooming as strange, fragmented memories flashed before my eyes. I had to save Taehyung, just like before... Before? My thoughts spiraled, confusing me further.

"STOP CALLING ME SON!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with rage.

He laughed harder, the sound echoing off the ancient walls. "But you are my son... JEON JEONGGUK!" He yelled my name, and it hit me like a sledgehammer. My head felt like it was splitting in two. That name—I knew it, but from where? How? Everything was spinning, and I could barely hold onto my thoughts.