"Let me make something very clear," Jungkook says in a voice that could freeze the blood. "I'm not like my father. I don't give second chances, and I don't play by anyone else's rules." He presses the tip of the knife into his own palm, a thin line of red surfacing.
It's not self-harm; it's a demonstration- cold, calculating, controlled.
"This little stunt of yours stops now. If you play your twisted games, try to drag Freya down with your lies and poison again..." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he let the threat hang, potent and deadly. "I will strip you of every ounce of influence you hold, every ally, every last piece of respect you cling to. I will turn you into a ghost in this world, powerless and forgotten. And when you're left with nothing, wondering how far my reach extends... you'll realize I haven't even started. "
"Consider this your one and only warning," he continues. "I don't make threats. I only give promises."
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