In Seoul, South Korea, the rude and occasionally brash billionaires, BTS, encounter a remarkable young boy named Jungkook, who ends up becoming their bodyguard. Unbeknownst to them, Jungkook possesses unique gifts and abilities that set him apart fr...
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Jungkook stood frozen, his eyes locked on his father's menacing figure as he moved with predatory grace, circling him like a hunter closing in on its prey. As if every breath could ignite the fury simmering within Mr. Jeon. His once familiar face contorted into a snarl, every line etched with seething anger.
Jungkook's heart raced, pounding in his chest as he absorbed the terrifying sight before him. This was not the loving father he had known; it was a monstrous incarnation, wearing the skin of a man. The harsh light glinted off Mr. Jeon's eyes, which burned with an unholy fire, reflecting the depths of his rage.
The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the soft sound of Jungkook's own breathing, shallow and rapid. Each passing second stretched into eternity as he struggled to comprehend the transformation that had overtaken his father. The man who had once provided guidance and protection now seemed like a dangerous creature, a beast prowling the confines of the vast space.
Mr. Jeon's hands slowly clenched, the audible cracks echoing through the tense air. Jungkook instinctively recoiled, taking a hesitant step backward, his gaze fixed on those hands that seemed poised to deliver harm. The atmosphere grew thick with an ominous energy, as if the very presence of Mr. Jeon exuded malevolence.
"Look at me," Mr. Jeon commanded, his voice dropping into a deep, otherworldly register that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. His father's words dripped with an unrelenting authority, an authority that felt demonic in nature. Jungkook's eyes narrowed, a defiant glimmer shining through his determination and fear.
But before Jungkook could utter a single word in response, the world around his father shifted in a disorienting blur. In an instant, Mr. Jeon materialized right in front of him, his sudden appearance causing Jungkook to let out a startled cry.
Fear surged through Jungkook's veins as Mr. Jeon's grip on his face became aggressive, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, wrenching him closer with a force that bordered on brutality. Their faces were now mere inches apart, a horrifying intimacy that intensified the raw terror within Jungkook's being.
"I said look at me!" Mr. Jeon bellowed, his voice laced with an uncontrollable rage that sprayed forth with each word. Flecks of spittle flew from his lips, landing on Jungkook's face, causing the younger man to grimace in disgust. The assault of saliva mixed with his own mounting fear, creating a sickening cocktail that tainted the air between them.
"How did you–" Jungkook's words trailed off, his voice catching in his throat, as his gaze locked onto his father's towering figure. The remnants of the bruise, a painful reminder of the violent impact against the unforgiving wall, had vanished completely. Not a trace of the injury remained on Mr. Jeon's flawless skin.
