Jungkook, whose real name was long forgotten by most, had a pair of calculating eyes that locked onto you the moment you entered the room. There was something cold and detached about his gaze, as if he could kill you right there without a second thought. A strange, almost sinister smile hid beneath the delicate fan he held. He had never gone this far with anyone before, but you were different. You were special, and tonight, he intended to end your life in the most painful way possible.

As he approached you, his face was adorned with a fake smile, his demeanor feminine, his voice strained to mimic the gentle tones of a woman. He laughed softly, a sound that to any other would seem inviting, but inside, his thoughts were consumed by a seething hatred. The memory of his family, brutally murdered by your men when he was just a child, played on a loop in his mind. Their deaths had condemned him to this wretched life, forced into prostitution, hiding his true self behind the guise of a kisaeng—a woman of entertainment. His every step toward you was laced with vengeance.

As the night wore on, the carefully constructed mask Jungkook wore began to slip. His eyes, once soft and alluring, hardened with a steely resolve. The dagger that had been hidden so carefully in the folds of his clothing now rested firmly in his hand. He moved with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you with quiet determination.

Before you could react, the cold blade was pressed against your neck. His voice, no longer strained or false, was low and menacing. “Don’t even think about shouting, you bastard,” he hissed, every word dripping with venom.

In that moment, the façade of the kisaeng shattered completely. Gone was the delicate, submissive woman he pretended to be. What stood before you now was a man whose life had been twisted by tragedy and consumed by a desire for revenge. The gentle smile he had worn earlier was replaced by a cruel smirk, the pain of his past fueling the fire in his eyes.