The Young Prince|| jjk ff

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust.

He halted.
There was someone behind him.

In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching.

His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes.

It was her.

But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker.

"Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced.

"I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her.

Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle.

It was a storm.

prince x maid