The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dark forest that surrounded Jungkook’s castle. Nestled atop a craggy hill, the ancient stone structure loomed like a sentinel over the wooded expanse. Jungkook, the most dangerous vampire in these lands, roamed the depths of the woods when twilight embraced the night. The air was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves—an omen of the prey that dared to enter his realm

Jungkook's crimson eyes pierced the darkness. He relished the taste of fear that clung to the air, a sweet aroma that stimulated his senses. Few knew of his existence, but those who crossed into the dark jungle were often swallowed by the night, never to be seen again. He prowled the woods like the predator he was, muscles tense with an unyielding hunger

Each heartbeat he heard resonated with a primal rhythm. The pulse of life—it drove him. But with every encounter, Jungkook felt an emptiness, a nagging loneliness that gnawed at him, though he would never admit it. He had long abandoned the warmth of human connection, choosing instead the solitary embrace of eternal night

Jungkook: he get out from his castle and started walking in dark forest to find someone to feed himself he was too much hungry