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play you like a game, boy • jeon jungkook.

chapter 5/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader

word count: 5.8k

synopsis: the blessed leader of forest tribe "lav" jeon jungkook wants you and will do anything and everything to make you his wife. he’s blessed by the goddess, even a leaf cannot move without his permission but he worships the ground you walk on. now, there are two paths presented to you; marry him & return his love or refuse and watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is like an evil yet a tempting apple and now its in your hands. are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt him? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

warnings: body horror, intense physical pain, mystical rituals, emotional distress, loss of control, manipulation, supernatural occurrences. power dynamics, confusion, subtle hypnosis, made up goddess, rituals. unsettling mysticism / occult elements.

Masterlist.

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The sun filters gently through the curtains, casting soft, golden light across the room. You’ve been awake for a while now, your mind lingering in a haze of thoughts. The scent of the candles you lit the night before still lingers in the air, swirling around you like a lingering dream. You lie on your back, Jungkook peacefully resting beside you. His presence is calm, serene, almost as if he belongs here, in this moment.

You turn your head, eyes studying his features as if trying to memorize the way he looks in this quiet morning light. Jungkook is undoubtedly the most striking man you have ever laid eyes on. Back home, people whispered of him as a monster; rumors of a cruel tribe leader whose heart mirrored the darkness of the beasts he led. Yet here he is, beside you, his face bathed in the soft light, looking nothing like the savage they described. He looks almost angelic. His long hair cascades across his face, a few strands brushing against his cheeks, and his lips part slightly with each breath. The rhythm of his slumber is peaceful, so far removed from the dangerous, unpredictable image others painted of him.

Usually, Jungkook sleeps in his own chamber, but last night, he chose to sleep beside you. As you watch him, the weight of reality settles over you. You realize just how much you’ve been swept away by this strange, intense connection. Growing up, love was a foreign concept; something you never truly experienced. Your parents, always consumed by their duties to the kingdom, never had time for affection. Their love, if it even existed, was reserved for their crown, not for you. So when Jungkook shows you even the smallest ounce of tenderness, you can’t help but bask in it, even if it feels like a fleeting dream. Lost in thought, you don’t notice that Jungkook’s eyes have opened. He stares at you, his gaze heavy with unspoken words. He murmurs something in his language, soft and unfamiliar, before leaning in to gently kiss your eyelids, your nose then finally your lips.

You smile into the kiss, your heart fluttering, and you sit up, breaking the kiss. Looking around the room, you suddenly realize that there are no clothes on the table where the servants usually leave your attire for the day. You frown, wondering where they’ve gone. Jungkook sits beside you, following your gaze, his eyes briefly narrowing in thought.

"Did they forget?" you murmur, more to yourself than to him, though his presence is enough to make your words feel less like a question and more like an unspoken curiosity.

Jungkook doesn’t answer right away. He simply looks at you, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile, Jungkook's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, his smile softening, as if he’s savoring the quiet, peaceful start to the day. Then, he shifts slightly, his voice breaking the silence with a low murmur.

“They won’t bother us today,” he says, his tone calm but firm. "I told them not to disturb us. No interruptions."

His words are clear; there’s an unspoken promise in them. It’s rare for him to assert such control, especially over his tribe, but today feels different. His eyes never leave you as he continues, “The plan for today is simple. We’ll visit the Goddess Devti temple in the morning. After that, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

You feel a flicker of surprise. Free? After everything, this kind of freedom is something you’ve never experienced before. Jungkook notices the surprise in your expression, and his lips twitch upward, as if he finds amusement in your reaction.

“You can wear whatever you wish,” he adds, a subtle warmth in his voice. “But I’ve chosen something for you.”

He stands up, his movements graceful and purposeful. From across the room, he retrieves a carefully folded garment and approaches you. As he unfurls it, you take in the intricate details of the outfit; a delicate blend of two worlds. It’s a gown, but not just any gown. The bodice is sleek and fitted, the fabric rich with embroidery that mirrors the patterns and textures of his tribe’s clothing. Yet the gown itself has the elegance of a French design, with flowing silk and delicate lace that falls in soft, luxurious folds.

It’s beautiful. Unique. You can tell he put thought into it, something beyond a mere request or expectation.

Jungkook watches you carefully, studying your face as you take in the outfit. “I thought…” His voice trails off for a moment, then he continues, “It would blend your heritage with mine. A little bit of both.”

You pause, feeling a wave of emotion settle over you. He’s slowly trying to reconcile the world you come from with the world he knows. It’s subtle, but there’s a shift in him, a quiet willingness to accept the pieces of your past, even if they’re so different from his own. He’s not just asking you to be a part of his world; he’s slowly bringing you into his own, while trying to understand yours.

“I love it,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, the weight of his gesture settling in your chest.

Jungkook’s eyes soften, a rare tenderness creeping into his expression. He nods, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good. Then let’s get ready,” he says, as if the moment is already slipping away, and the day ahead is waiting.

But there’s something about the way he speaks, the way he looks at you, that makes you feel like this day is more than just another step in a long journey. It feels like a small but significant promise; one where both of you can find a balance between the worlds you’ve known and the one you’re beginning to create together.

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The women move around you in a flurry of activity, their hands working with practiced ease. One of them carefully combs through your hair, Another woman adjusts the delicate lace of the gown, the fabric pooling at your feet like a river of silk. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror, your reflection is almost unrecognizable. The gown, a blend of delicate French elegance and the bold, intricate embroidery of Jungkook's tribe, transforms you into something between two worlds. You feel beautiful, but more importantly, you feel like a part of something bigger, something that bridges the gap between where you’ve come from and where you’re going.

As you finish adjusting, the sound of footsteps echoes in the hall, and Jungkook enters the room. His presence fills the space, the energy shifting as soon as he appears. He’s wearing clothing of his own, though his clothing is far more luxurious than what the others in his tribe wear. The fabric of his tunic is deep, rich crimson, adorned with gold thread that catches the light with every movement. His cloak, made of dark, velvety material, billows behind him like a storm cloud, embroidered with symbols of his people. His dark hair is pulled back, revealing the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, neither of you says anything.

The servants begin to gather around, preparing to follow as you both leave. Jungkook gives a brief nod to the women who helped you prepare, then turns to you, his gaze softening slightly.

"We’ll walk to the temple," he says, voice low, his tone carrying a weight of reverence. "There will be no breakfast today. The Goddess Devti will eat first."

You blink in confusion but nod in silence, unsure of the meaning behind his words. The customs here are still unfamiliar, but you trust him, and so you follow without question.

The air is cool and crisp as you step outside, the sunlight filtering through the trees that line the path. Jungkook walks beside you, his stride confident, his presence as imposing as ever, yet there’s an undercurrent of quiet reverence in the way he moves. The servants trail behind you, keeping a respectful distance.

As you walk through the forest, the world around you feels suspended in time. The sounds of nature are muted, as though the forest itself is holding its breath. The path curves gently, leading you past the lake you had noticed the previous day, the same lake where you’d seen the mysterious woman. The water is still, its surface reflecting the soft light of the morning. But there’s no sign of the woman now, only the quiet ripples that shimmer in the early light.

The forest grows denser, the trees thickening until they open up to a clearing. And there, standing tall and majestic, is the temple. At first, it seems to emerge from the very earth itself, its stone walls weathered but strong, ancient yet still full of life. It blends with the surroundings, as if part of the land, its design organic and natural. Vines wrap around the pillars, and the roof is crowned with delicate carvings of animals and celestial symbols, all intertwined.

The temple is breathtaking. A sense of calm washes over you as you approach, the air thick with the scent of incense rising in tendrils, its smoke curling in the breeze. The large wooden doors are adorned with intricate carvings of the goddess and gods unknown to you.

Inside, the grand hall opens up to a vast space, the stone floor polished by centuries of reverent footsteps. At the center of the room stands a statue, tall and imposing, draped in a green veil. The veil shimmers softly, like it’s alive with its own energy, covering the statue’s face as if to preserve its mystery. The statue of Devti is clad in the traditional clothing of Jungkook’s tribe, woven, intricate, and adorned with symbols of nature and life. She holds a bowl in her hands, which you assume will soon be filled with offerings.

Around the base of the statue, a collection of gifts has been laid out; brightly colored fabrics, baskets filled with fruit, and ornate plates stacked with rich foods. The offerings seem endless, covering the floor in a display of abundance. The incense burns steadily, a quiet hum filling the air, and the soft murmur of voices echoes from the servants, who have quietly begun to stand in reverence.

Jungkook stops beside you, his expression focused, almost solemn. He doesn’t speak, but his gaze lingers on the statue, a deep reverence in his eyes.

“This is where we offer our respect,” he says, finally breaking the silence. “Devti is the protector of this land. She watches over us all, guiding us.”

You nod, feeling the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders. There’s something deeply sacred about this place, and though you don’t fully understand the significance, you feel the pull of it, a connection you can’t explain. The air seems heavier here, charged with the reverence that Jungkook and his people hold for this place and you can’t help but feel, just for a moment, as if you, too, are a part of it.

Jungkook watches you with a quiet intensity, his eyes softening as they trace the way your gaze lingers on the statue. There’s something about it that draws you in, something mysterious, almost magnetic. The statue, veiled in green, exudes an ancient power, and the more you look at her, the more you feel an unspoken pull. But you’re so absorbed in the figure before you that you don’t notice Jungkook’s movements until you feel his hand slip gently into yours.

He squeezes your hand softly, as if trying to ground you. You turn to him, meeting his eyes. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze, something between affection and a quiet urgency.

“Come,” he murmurs, and before you can ask him what he means, he gently places a hand on your waist, guiding you to the front of the statue. His touch is firm, yet tender, as if he’s steering you with purpose. The servants shift aside to make way, their movements reverent, and Jungkook steps behind you, his presence comforting but also commanding.

He glances at one of the servants, giving a subtle nod. The servant steps forward, holding a small, ornate box, its surface gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook’s gaze never leaves you as he takes the box from the servant and hands it to you.

You take a breath, your fingers trembling slightly, and open it. Inside, the box is filled with delicate jewelry, gems of every shade, glimmering with an ethereal glow. There are necklaces, rings, and bracelets, each one intricately crafted with fine detailing that speaks of both skill and reverence.

Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, steady and calm, but with an undertone of something deeper. “For centuries, only the women of the tribe leaders have worshiped Devti,” he explains. “She only accepts gifts from the women. The tradition is still relevant, even now. Men were not allowed near the temple, but that changed when the forest found its mother.”

You don’t have the chance to voice your question before Jungkook continues, his hand still resting on your waist, steadying you.

“You,” he says, his voice soft but filled with meaning. “You are the one i chose, today we will see if she chooses you too.”

The words don’t make sense, and the confusion must be obvious on your face, because Jungkook seems to sense it. He takes a deep breath, and his gaze softens further as he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

“My mother…” he begins, his voice almost distant as if recalling something painful, “my mother, being the wife of the leader/ my father, worked with devti and took care of us. However, without any trace, she abandoned us when I was 14. Since then, the forest has been without a mother, no one has made offerings to Devti. The tribe believed we had been cursed because the goddess had abandoned us.”

His eyes darken, but he presses on, his voice low and steady. “When I turned 20, the tribe members told me I had to marry so that the forest could have a mother again. But I couldn’t; I wouldn’t. I waited. I waited because I knew it wasn’t the right time, i was proven right because then i found you”

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. “Me?” you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if saying the words aloud would make it all real.

Jungkook nods, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "I waited for the day I could marry you. I knew the moment I saw you... that you were the one. The forest's mother. Devti would not accept just anyone, but when I saw you, I knew you were the one destined to lead, to restore balance."

Your mind races, trying to make sense of his words. You were the one chosen? The forest’s mother? It feels like a heavy weight settling in your chest, a responsibility you’re not sure you’re ready for.

“I... don’t understand,” you say quietly, the jewelry box still resting in your hands. You glance down at the beautiful gems and delicate pieces, feeling the weight of them both physically and symbolically.

Jungkook’s eyes soften, a flicker of something almost like regret passing through them. “It’s not easy, I know,” he says, his voice full of tenderness. “But goddess has always worked with women. The tribe needs a mother. The forest needs you. And the time has come. You are the one who can give life to both.”

His words wash over you, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, trying to process everything he’s just said. The weight of it feels suffocating.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the enormity of his confession. “What if I’m not ready? What if I can’t…”

But Jungkook interrupts you gently, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch grounding you in the moment. “You are ready,” he says, his voice filled with quiet confidence. “I’ve been waiting for you. And now, the goddess is waiting too.”

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Jungkook’s hand rests gently on your shoulder, guiding you with a calm, steady pressure. His eyes never leave you, his voice soft but insistent.

“Lift the veil,” he says quietly, almost reverently.

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers trembling as you reach up to grasp the green veil that shrouds the face of Devti. As your fingers pull the fabric away, the air seems to grow still, heavy with expectation. For a long moment, the veil drapes in your hands, and you can’t bring yourself to look immediately.

But when you do, the world seems to shift.

Before you is the face of Devti, a woman so breathtakingly beautiful that it feels like she doesn’t belong to this world. Her skin is stone yet flawless, a smooth, ethereal shade that glows with an otherworldly light. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, are the deepest shade of green and silver, swirling with an iridescent sheen that seems to draw you in, like the endless sky on a moonless night. Her features are delicate yet impossibly perfect, high cheekbones, a soft, serene mouth, and a regal nose, all framed by long, flowing hair that cascades down her back in waves of black and born.

But it’s her gaze that steals your breath. The moment your eyes meet hers, a jolt runs through you, as if something deep inside of you has been awakened. You’re almost paralyzed, unable to look away, yet the sensation of her stare is both mesmerizing and unnerving.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breath as you step closer to the statue, unable to tear your eyes from the face before you. There’s something so familiar about her, a strange sense of recognition that tightens in your chest.

No… you think. It’s impossible.

But the more you look, the clearer it becomes. The woman in front of you, the goddess Devti, has the same features as the mysterious woman you saw at the lake the day before. It’s her. It can’t be anyone else.

Your heart begins to race as the realization hits you. The woman from the lake, her presence, her gaze, it was her. The woman you had seen, is now standing before you in stone, in the very temple where her power resides.

Your fingers tremble uncontrollably as you take a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of everything. The beauty of the goddess is so intense that it almost feels suffocating, like it’s too much to bear. You admire her, yes, but there’s something about her that terrifies you. A power so deep, so ancient, that you can almost feel it pulse in the air around you.

Jungkook’s voice is distant, as if from far away. His words don’t fully register in your mind at first, drowned out by the pounding of your heart, the fluttering in your chest.

“She will accept your offerings,” Jungkook says, though his voice barely reaches your ears. “Place the jewelry on her, then drape the clothes, offer the gifts... all of it is part of the ritual.”

You don’t respond at first, still lost in the intense gaze of stone eyed gaze. As if your body is on autopilot, you slowly begin to follow Jungkook’s instructions, hands shaking as you reach into the ornate box of jewels.

The first piece of jewelry you pick up is an earring, a delicate golden piece with a sapphire gem at its center. You gently place it in the goddess’s ear, your fingers brushing against the smooth stone. You can almost feel the weight of her gaze on you, pressing down, making every movement feel impossibly heavy.

With every piece you add another earring, a necklace of twisted gold, a bracelet adorned with gemstones, you can’t shake the feeling that Devti’s eyes are following you, watching you. It’s as if she is alive, not just a statue. The air seems to thrum with her presence.

You move on to the next task, draping the goddess in rich fabrics, the same vibrant, woven clothes that the tribe wears, with gold thread intertwined in complex patterns. You carefully arrange the offerings, fruits, small delicate objects, ceremonial foods around her. But the more you touch the statue, the more the feeling intensifies. The fear mixes with admiration, a strange reverence growing inside of you, but also a deep, unshakable sense of foreboding.

Then, as you gently place the final jewelry, something happens.

A soft, almost imperceptible movement then, it’s there.

The statue’s eyes blink.

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat as a cold rush of shock floods through your body. You look up, your eyes wide, your heart skipping a beat.

It’s impossible.

The statue’s eyes blink again, slowly, as if it’s waking up. Your body freezes in panic, every instinct telling you to run, to get away from the eerie, unnatural movement.

A scream rips from your throat before you can stop it.

You stumble backward, your feet tripping over themselves as you scramble to get away from the statue. You feel the presence behind you, Jungkook’s steady, reassuring hand as he grabs your arm, pulling you back, guiding you infront of him.

His voice is a whisper in your ear, low and calm, but there’s an edge of urgency to it.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his grip tight but comforting. “She won’t hurt you. This is part of the ritual. she does not harm those who offer respect.”

You want to argue, to demand an explanation, but all you can do is stand there, shaking, your heart racing in your chest as the statue’s eyes remain locked on you, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of its lips.

“It’s just the ritual. Trust me.”

But even as he speaks, you can’t help but wonder, What have you just unleashed?

The world feels like it’s collapsing around you, the weight of what you’re witnessing settling into your bones. Everything is shifting, and it’s happening so fast that your mind can hardly keep up.

The statue, which only moments ago was an inanimate figure of stone, begins to change before your very eyes. At first, it’s subtle, a slight shift in the way the light plays off the statue’s features, as though it’s catching a breeze. But then, with a slow, deliberate movement, the stone figure seems to... soften. The sharp lines of her face become more pronounced, more human. The smoothness of her skin, once cold and unyielding, now appears warm and lifelike.

You can hardly breathe as the transformation continues, the statue’s eyes blinking again, their silver sheen reflecting light as they sweep over the room. The goddess—Devti—is alive.

Your heart races. You step back instinctively, feeling a cold sweat prickling at your skin. The room spins, and for a moment, you feel like you’re going to collapse. You’ve heard the stories—tales of the goddess who blesses the land, whose power could shape the very world itself. But those stories were just stories. In your kingdom, gods and goddesses were treated as myth, as nothing more than tales to amuse children. Your father always insisted it was truth, but you never believed it. How could you?

But now, in front of you, there is no denying it. The goddess Devti is real. And she is alive.

A sob catches in your throat, but you force it down. Everything is foreign. This is so far beyond anything you could have imagined. You never once considered that you’d be standing in a room with a deity who, until moments ago, was nothing more than cold stone. Now, she breathes, her movements fluid and graceful.

Jungkook’s presence is a calm anchor in this whirlwind of confusion. His gaze is locked on Devti, unwavering and filled with quiet reverence. He doesn’t look at you, but you can feel the tension in him, the focus, as if he’s waiting for something, watching the goddess with an intensity that leaves you uneasy.

The servants, who had remained motionless up until now, suddenly shift. In a synchronized movement, they drop to their knees, bowing their heads toward Devti in a show of deep respect. Jungkook follows suit, his posture perfect, his head lowering, his form radiating reverence.

You stand there, frozen. You don’t know what to do. The entire room feels alive with power, a kind of energy that makes your skin prickle. Your legs are trembling, and your mind is in chaos, trying to process what’s unfolding in front of you. You’re supposed to bow, right? That’s what everyone else is doing. But something in you rebels, as though you’re too small, too insignificant to be a part of this sacred moment.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure of what to do, whether to bow, whether to stand back. Your instincts scream at you to kneel, but your body hesitates, caught between what is expected and what you feel you should do.

And then, after a long, heavy silence, something completely unexpected happens.

The servants, after bowing their heads to Devti, turn toward you. In a single fluid motion, they bow to you as well.

You blink, eyes wide, unable to process what’s happening. Your heart skips a beat. Bow to me?

You can hardly believe it. You stare at them, eyes darting between the servants and the goddess, expecting Devti to react, to stop them. How dare they bow to a mere princess of another kingdom? you think. I’m nothing; compared to her, compared to this.

But as you glance at the goddess once more, you notice something that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. She’s still watching you. Her green silver eyes don’t waver, don’t flicker. They are fixed on you with a serene, almost knowing expression. There’s no anger, no hostility in her gaze, even as the servants lower their heads to you. She doesn’t strike them down. Instead, she watches, almost expectantly.

The jewels you placed upon her; the earrings, the necklace, the bracelet; glint and sparkle as the light catches them, transforming her into something even more breathtaking than before. She was already impossibly beautiful, but with the gifts you laid before her, she now exudes an ethereal radiance. Her form, while still stone, now seems almost alive, as if she could step off the pedestal at any moment, walk among you, and breathe the same air.

Your breath catches in your throat as the realization hits. This is not just any goddess. This is Devti, the one who has been worshiped for centuries by the women of the tribe, the one who rules over this entire forest, and the one who chooses the forest’s mother.

somehow, you are bound to her.

But even more unsettling is the way she looks at you. It’s not the cold, distant gaze of a goddess on a pedestal. No. Her eyes are full of something else, something alive. Something personal.

You don’t know whether to fear her or revere her.

A strange sensation coils in your chest. Admiration mingles with terror. She’s too beautiful, too powerful, and there’s something about her presence that makes you feel so... small. Yet, when you look into her eyes, it’s as if she’s waiting for something from you, something you can’t quite name.

Jungkook is still kneeling, his head bowed, but there’s a quiet certainty in his posture. He’s not afraid of her, he’s at peace. And that only makes your unease grow.

The room feels heavy, laden with unspoken words, and the air is thick with power and expectation.

What now? you wonder.

As you look from Devti to Jungkook, the question lingers. What is your role in all this? The bowing, the gifts, the sacred ritual, it’s all real. It’s too much to comprehend, but the answers you seek feel just out of reach.

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The silence in the temple thickens, the air heavy with anticipation, as Devti’s eyes continue to watch you. Then, in a voice that doesn’t quite reach your ears, she speaks, her words flowing in the tribal language—a language that feels ancient, foreign. It's melodic, almost hypnotic, but you understand nothing.

Still, your body reacts as if it does. Your feet move on their own, taking slow, hesitant steps toward her. Your mind screams to stop, to resist, but it’s like some invisible force is guiding you, pulling you closer. Fear coils in your stomach, your heart pounding as if it’s trying to break free from your chest. You want to turn away, but you can’t. You don’t have control.

In her hands, Devti holds a bowl, She lifts it slowly to her lips, her gaze never leaving yours. There’s no malice in her expression, just an unsettling calmness that sends a chill down your spine.

The liquid inside the bowl is deep, dark red, like the blood of the earth itself. Without a word, Devti motions for you to drink it.

You’re not sure why, but your hand reaches out, trembling as it takes the bowl from her hands. It feels heavy, impossibly heavy, like it’s holding the weight of your fate. As you bring it to your lips, you can’t shake the feeling that this is something you’re not ready for, something that you can’t undo.

But you drink.

The moment the liquid touches your tongue, it feels like fire coursing through your veins. It burns everywhere. It starts in your throat and spreads down to your stomach, to your limbs. Your body stiffens, your muscles seizing in agony. Your back arches involuntarily, your fingers curling into claws at your sides. You try to gasp for air, but your chest refuses to expand, and you feel as if you’re suffocating.

You can't breathe.

Panic seizes you, your mouth opening, desperate for air, but there’s nothing. You try to scream, but no sound comes out. Your head spins as your vision starts to blur. Your body trembles, locked in place, your entire being consumed by the pain. The world tilts around you, and you fear you’re about to break apart, to crumble into dust.

Then, just as you feel yourself slipping away, you feel something else; a familiar touch, warm and steady. Jungkook’s hands are on you, gripping your shoulders with an urgency that brings you back to reality. His voice is a distant murmur, his words unintelligible but filled with urgency, trying to calm you. You can’t focus on them, can’t understand what he’s saying, but his presence is a lifeline, grounding you in the chaos.

Breathe, he seems to be urging you, his voice soft but firm.

And then—everything stops.

Like a switch is flipped, the pain subsides, the fire in your veins cools, and your lungs finally expand. You gasp, inhaling deeply as the world sharpens around you, as if you’re waking from a nightmare. Your body, which had been contorted in agony just moments ago, now feels... normal again. Your muscles uncoil, and you blink rapidly, still reeling from the sensation.

The pain is gone, but the memory of it lingers, a scar on your soul that you’ll never be able to forget.

You look up, still dazed, and see Devti standing before you, her form slowly returning to its original state. Her eyes are now closed, her serene expression unmoving. In that moment, she’s once again the cold, lifeless statue she was before; the transformation complete, as if nothing ever happened.

Jungkook releases a breath he’s been holding, his hands still on your shoulders, his fingers trembling. His eyes are wide, but there’s something else there too, a deep relief, like a weight has been lifted from his chest. His lips quiver as he finally smiles, a soft, almost bittersweet smile.

Tears fill his eyes, and he reaches out, wiping them away quickly, as if embarrassed by his own emotions.

The servants, who had been silent until now, suddenly spring to their feet, their voices rising in a chorus of celebration. They cheer, jumping and clapping in joyous fervor. The tension in the room shifts completely, what had felt like an otherworldly ritual, tense and filled with uncertainty, now feels like a moment of triumph.

You, however, are too stunned to join in the celebration. Your mind is still reeling, trying to piece together what just happened. You blink and rub your eyes, still unsure whether it was real, whether you were real. The taste of the red liquid still lingers in the back of your throat, and your body feels exhausted—like you’ve run a race you didn’t sign up for.

Jungkook steps closer to you, his smile soft but filled with pride. His hand gently cups your cheek, brushing away the stray tears that have formed in your eyes. His voice is low, almost reverent.

“Devti has blessed you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You are... her.”

You stare at him, your mind slow to catch up with his words. Her? You were already confused by the ritual, by everything that had just happened, but the weight of his words settles on your shoulders like a heavy cloak.

You look around at the servants, still celebrating, at Jungkook’s proud face, and then back at the statue of Devti. The realization finally sinks in.

You have been chosen.

But for what? To lead? To serve? To become something you don’t yet understand?

Your body feels heavy, your heart full of a strange mix of emotions. You should feel triumphant, like they all do, but all you can feel is... confused.

What now?

But before you can voice your thoughts, Jungkook places a gentle kiss on your lips, a gesture that feels strangely final, like a promise sealed.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, as if sensing your turmoil. “You’re not alone in this. You never will be.”

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author’s note: haiii !!!! this was supposed to be a filler chapter but i just decided to add the ritual and like solidify the story for upcoming chapters. Also, i did not show the mean side of leader jk im this chapter caus i feel like this ritual was necessary to write, MEAN JK IN THE NEXT CHAPTER STAY PREPARED!!!! sorry for the delay, life is sooo good and busy rn i barely have time to be on my laptop!!!!! anyways, i hope u guys liked it, let me know your thoughts and your predictions!!!! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 times are still foreign to me, im still trying to understand how to write smut 💔…. but ayeeee its whatever

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lilliankoo · 2 months ago

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play you like a game, boy.

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

jeon jungkook

genre: antagonist! tribe leader jungkook x princess reader

synopsis: the blessed leader of tribe "lav" jeon jungkook wants you and will do anything and everything to make you his wife. he’s blessed by the goddess, even a leaf cannot move without his permission but he worships the ground you walk on. now, there are two paths presented to you; marry him & return his love or refuse and watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is like an evil yet a tempting apple and now its in your hands. are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt him? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

warnings: different for every chapter. smut. 18+, forced marriage, dark themes, obsession, possessiveness, insanely in love, overall mature and dark content. check each chapter’s warnings.

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chapters 5/8

chapter one: satin ribbon

chapter two: pure silver

chapter three: green eyed

chapter four: girls from the desert

chapter five: acceptance

chapter six:

chapter seven:

chapter eight:

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lilliankoo · 2 months ago

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Im almost done writing the next chapter ! we are gonna see the mean side of jk in that one!!! i hope u baes are ready 👩🏻‍💻 annnd thank you so much for the love im grateful

play you like a game, boy • jeon jungkook.

chapter 4/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader

word count: 4.9k

previous chapter 3 link

synopsis: he looks like an angel but is a devil- well that's what your kingdom thinks. he is also the blessed leader of tribe "lav"; even a leaf cannot move without his permission but here he was in-front of you on his knees. while the whole tribe bows to him- he only bows to you. now, there are two paths presented to you- marry him & return his love or refuse & watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is an evil yet a tempting apple-and now its in your hands- are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt others? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

warnings: smut !!!! obsessive behaviour, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, yn visits a harem, slight objectification, jealousy, emotional distress, forced marriage, mention of a knife, possessiveness, manipulation, lowkey toxic, emotional vulnerability.. pheww let me know if i missed anything !

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You’re back in your chambers, still reeling from the events that just unfolded. Jungkook left immediately after, citing tasks that needed his attention. Now, sitting on the edge of your bed, you’re lost in thought, your mind fixated on the woman by the lake. The image of her lingers, but you force yourself to shake it off, to focus on something else.

Rising from the bed, you decide to take a bath, Afterward, you reach for a dress. It's simple, nothing like the elaborate corseted gowns and heavy silks you’re used to. The fabric is soft, unadorned, and unpretentious. It’s the kind of dress you’d never dare to wear at home, but you’re not home anymore, are you? With your hair still damp, you slip into the dress and step out of the room. The weight of the palace seems to press down on you once again.

As you walk, the moon is already visible, casting its silvery glow over the path. It’s not yet night, but the sky is deepening with the approaching dusk. The long hallway is dimly lit by hanging lamps, their soft light flickering like stars caught in the grandness of the palace. You pause for a moment, glancing out over the garden. The fountains shimmer, water cascading in soft, rhythmic patterns, the only sound in the stillness. It’s eerily quiet; too quiet. You don’t hear footsteps, voices, or the usual hum of activity. As you walk, you come to a stop, your eyes catching sight of a gathering ahead. A group of people sit around a fire, speaking softly, perhaps eating. On the opposite side, you spot a building that isn’t attached to the main palace. It’s unlike any other structure in the palace complex, and a sense of curiosity tugs at you.

Your feet move before you can stop them, leading you toward the building. As you cross the threshold, you immediately feel the change in the atmosphere. The air is different here- heavy with a quiet sort of tension. The space is adorned with dim lamps, their glow casting long shadows along the walls. Roses, jasmine, and countless other flowers fill the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

In the center of the courtyard, a large fountain splashes gently, the sound soothing, like a heartbeat. Some women sit along the edge, their gazes distant as they relax in the soft glow of the lamps. Some linger by the doorways, leaning against the frames with an air of nonchalance, their expressions unreadable.

As you look around, your attention is drawn to them. They are striking and exotic; dressed in sultry clothing that clings to their forms, sparkling with jewelry, and veiled in a way that only accentuates their beauty. Most of them have long, dark hair, cascading like silk over their shoulders, their faces glowing with a quiet allure. They don’t seem to acknowledge you at first, but you can feel their eyes on you. Some look you up and down, their gazes lingering with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. Whispers stir in the air, soft murmurs that you can’t quite catch.

One of the women finally stands and walks toward you. Her movements are fluid, graceful, and she bows when she reaches you. “Princess, how can I help you?” she asks, her voice soft, almost melodic.

You raise an eyebrow. It’s the first time anyone has addressed you as "Princess" instead of the usual “Mother.” The title feels strange to your ears, but not unwelcome.

You study her as she stands. Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, her doe-like eyes framed by sharp, striking features.

“What is this place?” you ask, your voice steady, betraying none of the unease that stirs in your chest.

“It is a harem,” she replies, offering a warm smile.

Your eyebrows raise automatically at the word. The harem. The term is not unfamiliar, but seeing it with your own eyes... it’s different. You scan the place again, taking in the women, the soft lamplight, the scent of flowers. You suddenly feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, as if you’ve walked into a space that’s both beautiful and dangerous. Your gaze shifts between the women, their eyes fleetingly meeting yours before they turn away. It’s clear they know who you are- the princess, the mother, the wife to the most powerful man—but it doesn’t stop the intrigue in their eyes.

The woman who addressed you stands still, waiting for your next words, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips. You notice how her posture is perfect, poised in a way that almost feels practiced, as if the very art of being watched is second nature to her.

"A harem," you repeat, more to yourself than to her.

"Are you happy here?" you ask, surprising yourself with the question. It’s not something you had intended to ask, but it slips out nonetheless.

The woman before you—her name still a mystery—seems to consider it for a moment. Her eyes soften, and she gives you a gentle nod. "It is not a life for all, but for some, it is paradise." You raise an eyebrow at her choice of words. Paradise? You try to picture it—the luxury, the beauty, the gifts and wonder if it truly could feel like paradise. But something in the back of your mind whispers that this is not a place of freedom, not a place of love, but something else entirely.

You open your mouth to speak, but just then, a slight movement catches your attention from the corner of the room; a woman walking toward you, her body language confident, but with a subtle sense of purpose. She moves gracefully, like she’s accustomed to the quiet reverence she commands. As she approaches, you take a step back instinctively, your posture shifting into something more guarded. She stops before you, her gaze unwavering. There is something cold and calculating in the way she observes you, but it is quickly replaced by a tight smile.

"Ah, the new bride of the leader," she says, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. "How fortunate you are to have captured his heart. Not all of us are so lucky."

Her words sting more than they should. The woman’s smile widens as she watches your reaction, like she’s testing you, waiting for a crack in your composure. The silence between you thickens.

You decide to head back to your chambers, As you turn to walk back toward the entrance, the woman who had first greeted you watches you with a mixture of curiosity and something you can’t quite place. You don’t bother turning back to her, though; you feel the eyes of every woman in the place following you as you leave.

As you turn to leave, something suddenly clicks in your mind. "Not all of us are lucky?" The phrase echoes in your head, and a surge of suspicion floods you. Could Jungkook have been here? The realization sinks in with a cold, sharp edge. The idea of him, your husband, being with other women, sleeping with them after he’s made all those declarations of love to you—it makes your blood boil.

You can feel the pulse in your temples as you quickly turn around to face the woman who greeted you earlier. She's still standing there, watching you with her calm, knowing eyes.

"What’s your name?" you ask, your voice steady but laced with an underlying edge of coldness.

"May," she replies softly, her voice almost a whisper in the heavy silence.

The name lingers in the air, but it’s not enough. “Has Jungkook been here?” You ask, your tone sharper this time. “Has he spent time in this place?” The question hangs between you, charged with emotion.

May gulps, clearly uncomfortable with the question. You can see the hesitation in her posture, her eyes flickering downward before she slowly looks back up at you.

"Why don’t you come inside and we can talk?" she suggests.

You need answers, and you won't leave without them. Without another word, she turns and leads you further into the building.

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The space is lavishly decorated, far more extravagant than you could have imagined—a large, open room adorned with rich tapestries, turkish carpets, gold accents, and plush cushions. Incense burns in the corners, the scent mingling with the delicate perfume of flowers that seem to fill every corner. Soft, dim lamps illuminate the space, casting long shadows along the walls. A large bed sits in the center of the room, draped in rich, embroidered fabrics.

You see them—the women. Seven in total, including May. They are seated around the room, some reclining, others standing idly by the walls. Each of them is stunningly beautiful, their clothing revealing much, yet leaving something to the imagination. Their skin is soft and radiant under the flickering lights, and their long black hair cascades in smooth waves over their shoulders. They all seem so confident, almost serene in their beauty.

One of the women steps forward, her voice smooth as she speaks with practiced grace. "We are concubines for Jungkook, my name is Juliette," she says simply, the words out in the open, like a confession.

The revelation feels like a punch to your chest. Concubines. Your mind struggles to reconcile the man you married with the reality unfolding in front of you. Your pulse quickens, and a familiar heat rises to your cheeks- anger, jealousy, betrayal. It boils beneath your skin, but you bite your tongue, trying to keep control.

Before you can react, Juliette speaks quickly, almost as if she’s afraid of your reaction. "But Jungkook has never stepped foot in this place," she adds, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "He’s never slept with any of us."

You blink in disbelief, the anger still seething inside you but now mixed with confusion. Now, May speaks up, her voice softer, almost apologetic. "It’s a tradition of the tribe. The leader and his officials take concubines to relieve their frustrations. When Jungkook became the leader, it was simply... expected." She hesitates, clearly uncomfortable with her words. "He was assigned to us, as part of his role."

Before you can respond, the other women begin to introduce themselves, one by one. Each of them gives you a name, a polite smile, but there’s something empty in their eyes. "We’re from the desert," one of them says when you ask where they are from. "From a distant tribe, far from here." The admission stuns you. You’ve heard of tribes from the desert—wild, isolated communities that follow their own rules, their own traditions—but never thought it would have anything to do with Jungkook’s tribe.

One of the women- sofiya- leans forward and holds your hand, "We all knew about you. We knew Jungkook was going to marry you." She smiles faintly, but there’s a sadness to it. "He fell in love with you the moment he saw you."

Another woman steps in, her tone calm and measured, almost sympathetic. "Jungkook asked your father for your hand in marriage many times." She pauses, letting the words settle in the space between you. "Every time, your father refused him. He called him a barbarian, said that he would never marry his daughter—an educated beautiful woman—to a tribe leader. Your father made it clear that Jungkook would never be worthy of you."

May speaks up, her voice tinged with respect. "Jungkook was determined to prove himself to you. He studied, learned multiple languages, trained himself in the ways of your kingdom. He even gave up the traditional leather clothing of his tribe and started wearing finer silks and furs, all to blend in with your world. He did everything he could to prove that he was worthy of you."

You want to speak, to challenge these words, but your throat feels tight, as though you can’t find the right words.

"He tried again, Jungkook went to your father once more. He asked for your hand, but your father refused again. So Jungkook chose another way to marry you."

The silence that follows is heavy, filled with the weight of those words. You’re too stunned to respond.

Then another woman’s voice- maya- cuts through the quiet. "Jungkook knew about the many kings and princes who sought you. He had connections in far-off places, and whenever a king sent a proposal, Jungkook would visit their kingdom. Sometimes he paid them off, other times he used his influence to threaten them, ensuring they wouldn’t marry you. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else having you."

The final pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Jungkook, for all his charm and charisma, was driven by a relentless, obsessive love for you. He sacrificed so much to win your father’s approval, to be worthy of you. And all the while, he fought to protect you from suitors, from the world, from the politics that surrounded you.

The weight of the information is too much to bear. It’s like an avalanche, each word stacking on top of the other, burying you under the overwhelming truth. The air feels thick with everything you’ve learned, and your chest tightens with a mix of confusion, betrayal, and hurt. You can barely process it all.

Without thinking, your feet move on their own, guiding you toward the door. You don’t want to stay here any longer. The silence that follows the women’s revelations is suffocating, heavy with too many unspoken things. As if the room itself is pressing down on you, suffocating you in its opulence and secrets.

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You finally reach your door, your hand shaking as you push it open. The familiar sight of your chamber greets you, but something—someone—immediately catches your attention. Jungkook is sitting on the edge of the bed. The sight of him is jarring, his usual attire replaced by a simple cotton tunic and pants. He immediately sets aside the parchment he had been writing on, his hands shaking slightly as he stands. His expression softens, his eyes wide with something unreadable, but as soon as you make eye contact, his lips part, and he asks in a voice thick with something deeper than just concern.

"Where were you, my love?" The words are whispered as if they hold more weight than the world itself, and his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

You feel your heart beat faster in your chest, as if it’s trying to escape. You swallow, trying to steady yourself. The words come out before you can stop them, filled with a frustration you’ve been holding in for far too long.

"I went to the harem. I spoke to the concubines." The words taste bitter as they leave your lips, and you can't stop them. "They told me everything. About you. How long have you known about me? Tell me everything, and I want the truth, Jungkook”.

the look on Jungkook's face shifts. He doesn’t look angry or defensive. He looks... hurt. "I didn’t want you to find out like this," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with regret. But then he takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if he’s trying to find a way to make it right.

"I was there," Jungkook says, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "I was in disguise the first time I saw you. It was at a spring festival in your kingdom. I saw you from afar... standing on the balcony, waving at the crowd. You were like a vision, like something from a dream. You were so radiant. So beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off you." He takes a step closer, and this time, you don’t pull away. His eyes are filled with something indescribable; longing, tenderness, and something so raw it’s almost painful to witness.

"You were unlike anyone I had ever seen. I knew right then I knew I had to have you. But not just as my wife. No. I needed you as my everything, you were something I could never dream of being worthy of." His voice is trembling now, the words spilling from him as if he can no longer keep them inside. "I would have given up anything to have you in my life. To have you beside me." He reaches for your hand, his fingers trembling as they clasp around yours, pulling you closer.

He steps closer still, his chest brushing against yours, and you can feel the weight of his emotions surrounding you, enveloping you in a warmth that is both comforting and overwhelming.

"I fell in love with you at that moment," he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if confessing a secret he’s kept hidden for years. "And I spent years trying to be someone worthy of you." His breath hitches, and you see something shimmering in his eyes—a tear. It catches in the light, and for a moment, you’re unsure if it’s a reflection of your own emotions or his.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and when they open again, there is a rawness to them—an openness that takes you by surprise. His voice cracks as he continues, each word carrying the weight of years of longing. "I gave up my old ways, I shed everything I was just to stand in front of you. Just to be worthy of even a glance from you, You are my world. I would tear apart empires, break mountains, and drown in oceans just to be close to you. No other woman- no other woman could ever compare to you”.

You feel your own breath catch as his hands gently caress your face, as if afraid to break the fragile connection between you. His eyes never leave yours, as if he’s memorizing every detail of your face. He leans in slightly, his lips brushing yours with a tender passionate kiss that feels like a promise.

"And even now," he murmurs, his voice breaking, "I would give up everything for you." The tears in his eyes are no longer a subtle shimmer—they’re there, clear as day, rolling down his cheeks, betraying the depth of his feelings. He wipes them away quickly, but it’s no use. They keep falling, like a dam that’s been broken.

"I worship you," he says, his voice desperate, almost a plea. "I love you more than I can say. You are everything to me. I would burn kingdoms to the ground just to see you smile, you are everything to me. My heart, my soul, my love.”

His voice shakes now, and the vulnerability in it breaks your heart. "I see you, and I see perfection. I see my heart. And I will never, ever stop loving you." The way he says it makes you believe it, makes you feel the depth of his devotion.

"I’ve loved you for so long, and I will continue to love you until my last breath."

At his last sentence, your body involuntarily shudders. It's all too much. He forcibly married you yet here he was standing in front of you and saying all these things. you think about your life so fair, always taken for granted, always having to live in your mother’s shadow, no one listening to what you have to say and now having someone who loves you this much does confuse you a bit.

You stand there, frozen for a moment, the weight of his confessions settling over you like a blanket. Tears burn in your eyes, but you don’t wipe them away. Instead, you step toward him, your hands reaching for him and without a word you reach to kiss him, he leans down, his gaze never leaving yours. your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his arms wrapping around as he breathed into the kiss. His hold tightens onto you to ensure that all of this happening is real and not just a dream.

Jungkook responded in desperation, his tongue brushing against yours, moaning into the kiss, tasting you, claiming you. your hands roamed his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. Jungkook groaned softly, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling even closer. He could feel the warmth of your body against his, the softness of your curves molding perfectly into his hardness. It was a sensation that both soothed and ignited him, a paradox he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—resolve.

“Yn,” he murmured against your lips, your name a plea and a promise all at once.

you smiled against his mouth, teeth grazing his lower lip before you pulled back slightly, your eyes searching his. “Make me yours” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook gulps and his thumb brushes your cheek, his gaze intense. “are you sure you want this? I don't want you to feel pressured” he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

your eyes flickered, a storm of emotions swirling within them. “Yes” you whispered, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. “Make me yours so I know this is real”. your words were like a spark to kindle, setting his blood on fire. Jungkook’s lips crashed back down on yours, his kiss hungry and possessive. He backed you against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours, leaving no doubt about his desire. you moaned softly, hands tangling in his hair, holding him close as if you feared he might disappear. His hands moved down your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips. He cupped your ass, lifting you slightly so that you was flush against him, and you gasped into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp. Jungkook chuckled against your lips, the sound vibrating through you, sending shivers down your spine.

in your mind all you can think about is how this is unfolding. You know what you are doing is wrong- you know he is vulnerable and letting him claim you like this will only make this difficult. But, you also need to take control over him, gain his trust, break him and eventually leave this place. and It is not like you dont want this- him to fuck you like his life depends on it- you also need to make sure he stays whipped, so you get back to work.

Jungkook,” you panted, voice desperate. “Please, baby”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, anything i will give it to you” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

“I want you,” you said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “All of you. Now.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a predatory smile. “Then take me baby, i'm yours to use” said, his voice a challenge. you didn’t hesitate. you pushed him back towards the bed, hands moving to the ties of his tunic, undoing them with ease. The fabric fell away, revealing his chiseled chest and the ridges of his abs. You ran your tongue over his neck, sucking and leaving marks, Jungkook hissed at the sensation, his head falling back as he exposed his neck to you.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for the laces of your dress, movements slow and deliberate. The fabric slid off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing. Jungkook’s gaze devoured you, his eyes tracing every curve, every inch of exposed skin. “So so pretty, how did I get so lucky,” he breathed, his hands reaching out to cup your breasts. you arched into his touch, head falling back as a soft moan escaped your lips. His thumbs brushed your nipples, already tight and aching, you gasped,your hands gripping his wrists. His mouth latched onto your tits as he sucked them one by one. he looks up at you whilst sucking on your left breasts like his life depends on it, you have to admit he looks incredibly handsome with his disheveled hair and the desperate expression, suddenly something comes to your mind and you push at his shoulders making him fall onto the bed, making him release your tit with a pop sound.

You flash him a cryptic smile as you get up from the bed and head towards your dresser, jungkook looks at you in confusion but it is soon replaced with surprise when you emerge with a silver knife in your hand. It is a beautiful engraved knife with an embroidered handle and a white satin ribbon tied on its base. It is one of your favourite knives. Jungkook looks at you with a serious expression on his face, he is not scared but you know he is waiting for your next move. you get on the bed and straddle his waist as you sit in his lap with the knife still in your hand. his hands reach for your waist as he looks at you lovingly- unfazed by the knife in your hand. You lift the knife to his throat, tracing his neck and then his jawline. You expect jungkook to resist or even snatch the knife from your hand but he lets you do whatever you want. You place it on his neck and look him right into his eyes; jungkook does nothing but leans into the knife and maintains eye contact.

“Do whatever you want to me” Jungkook says, his voice filled with passion and love.

your hands are shaking as you look at him, he has been nothing but nice to you. For a moment you think about it doing then and there but you control yourself. Instead, you drop the knife on the bed and kiss him, the kiss is quick as you have other plans in your head. you reach for the waistband of his pants. Jungkook hurriedly helps you remove them and helps you put his cock in your throbbing cunt. your mouth is left agape as you take him all in, you blink as you try to adjust hands automatically holding jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook's hands rub your waist as he says soothing words in his language. you bounce a few times but you are too tired to carry on. Jungkook chuckles at you as he lifts you up to lay you on your back on the bed.

“You really are a princess, just want to be taken care of, yeah?” Jungkook says, chuckling while sitting up between your legs and scooting his hips closer to yours.

You roll your eyes at his words and mask your smile.

“And here I thought you would take care of me and do everything I say” you say while sitting up on your forearms.

“I would do anything for you and you know that” jungkook says while rubbing your legs.

just as jungkook is about to put the tip in, he changes his mind and sits back on his feet.

“Can you sit on my face” jungkook says with a serious expression.

and thats how you find yourself sitting on jungkook’s face with his mouth deep in your pussy. Jungkook latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you moan loudly, he gently sucked it into his mouth again. Jungkook sucked on your clit like a hungry man and it's all too much for you. Jungkook has his hands wrapped around your waist, eyes trained on your face and he moans every time he hears your whimpers. Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit, Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, his tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia “oh lord” you moan, your mouth left agape- you are already sensitive and jungkook has not even started yet, you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing. Jungkook continues his abuse on your pussy; nibbling and sucking your clit and in no time you cum all over his face. you are embarrassed and try to get off but jungkook makes a disapproving sound, tightening his hold around you as he laps on your now soaked cunt. You were already sensitive and now with Jungkook's actions you were on the verge of tears and gasping for air. Jungkook stops and you take the cue to get off. right away your head falls on the pillow and you softly moan at the sensation. Jungkook chuckles, his face glistening with your cum.

“Are you alright, my love” Jungkook asks you while planting kisses all over your face. He gives you a long smooch on your lips and trials his lips down your neck. “Jungkook, go wash your face” you say softly and he obeys. He comes back with a cloth, cleans you up and helps you dress. you turn on your side and see jungkook putting logs of wood into the fireplace to keep the fire going. You and Jungkook don't sleep in the same chambers; you never asked why but you know it is Jungkook's way of respecting you. “Come lay with me” you mumble as you are on the brink of sleeping. Jungkook shifts on his feet and makes way towards your bed. Jungkook gets under the blanket and hugs you from behind, his head resting near your neck. He kisses your cheek and mumbles a good night.

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author’s note: haiii im back :D sorry for the delay truuustt chapter 5 will be posted early (probably next week-ish) in the upcoming chapters, we will see a different side of jungkook aka his tribe leader side! anddd i tried my best to write smut please i hope da freaks like it anddddddd dw they will get even more 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in upcoming chapters. Im also thinking about making a playlist and a moodboard post for this fic!!

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lilliankoo · 3 months ago

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Do you have AO3 or Wattpad too?

nah i only have tumblr😜 i just do this for the love of the game ^_^

might make one in the future

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lilliankoo · 3 months ago

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Is it okay if i ask you to make a serise masterlist for this serise (Play you like a game,boy) Jk ? 🥺 if not, then dont mind me its okay 🤗 thank u for writing

I will make one tmr trustttt 😛 and thank you so much angel

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lilliankoo · 3 months ago

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play you like a game, boy • jeon jungkook.

chapter 4/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader

word count: 4.9k

previous chapter 3 link

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You raise an eyebrow. It’s the first time anyone has addressed you as "Princess" instead of the usual “Mother.” The title feels strange to your ears, but not unwelcome.

You study her as she stands. Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, her doe-like eyes framed by sharp, striking features.

“What is this place?” you ask, your voice steady, betraying none of the unease that stirs in your chest.

“It is a harem,” she replies, offering a warm smile.

"A harem," you repeat, more to yourself than to her.

"Are you happy here?" you ask, surprising yourself with the question. It’s not something you had intended to ask, but it slips out nonetheless.

"Ah, the new bride of the leader," she says, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. "How fortunate you are to have captured his heart. Not all of us are so lucky."

Her words sting more than they should. The woman’s smile widens as she watches your reaction, like she’s testing you, waiting for a crack in your composure. The silence between you thickens.

You can feel the pulse in your temples as you quickly turn around to face the woman who greeted you earlier. She's still standing there, watching you with her calm, knowing eyes.

"What’s your name?" you ask, your voice steady but laced with an underlying edge of coldness.

"May," she replies softly, her voice almost a whisper in the heavy silence.

May gulps, clearly uncomfortable with the question. You can see the hesitation in her posture, her eyes flickering downward before she slowly looks back up at you.

"Why don’t you come inside and we can talk?" she suggests.

You need answers, and you won't leave without them. Without another word, she turns and leads you further into the building.

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You want to speak, to challenge these words, but your throat feels tight, as though you can’t find the right words.

"He tried again, Jungkook went to your father once more. He asked for your hand, but your father refused again. So Jungkook chose another way to marry you."

The silence that follows is heavy, filled with the weight of those words. You’re too stunned to respond.

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"Where were you, my love?" The words are whispered as if they hold more weight than the world itself, and his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

He steps closer still, his chest brushing against yours, and you can feel the weight of his emotions surrounding you, enveloping you in a warmth that is both comforting and overwhelming.

"I’ve loved you for so long, and I will continue to love you until my last breath."

“Yn,” he murmured against your lips, your name a plea and a promise all at once.

Jungkook,” you panted, voice desperate. “Please, baby”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, anything i will give it to you” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

“I want you,” you said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “All of you. Now.”

“Your turn,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“Do whatever you want to me” Jungkook says, his voice filled with passion and love.

“You really are a princess, just want to be taken care of, yeah?” Jungkook says, chuckling while sitting up between your legs and scooting his hips closer to yours.

You roll your eyes at his words and mask your smile.

“And here I thought you would take care of me and do everything I say” you say while sitting up on your forearms.

“I would do anything for you and you know that” jungkook says while rubbing your legs.

just as jungkook is about to put the tip in, he changes his mind and sits back on his feet.

“Can you sit on my face” jungkook says with a serious expression.

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play you like a game, boy 🗡️ jeon jungkook.

chapter 3/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader.

word count: 4.9k

previous chapter links- chapter 2 next chapter 4

warnings: emotional manipulation, power dynamics, forced marriage, mystical elements, manipulation, secrets, made-up culture and traditions, jealousy and possessiveness, mysticism and divine Intervention. made up goddess, tribe etc. calling the leader “mother” (clears throat), i made the reader a french princess caus…im french :D aayyyyyeeee, let me know if i should anything else

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You pass through the long hallways, heading toward the chambers you now share with Jungkook. The steady hum of the villagers' voices and the overwhelming weight of the day's rituals still echo in your head, leaving your mind dizzy and disoriented. The palace feels too grand, too foreign, and every step you take only adds to the suffocating sense of being trapped in a gilded cage.

But as you walk deeper into this side of the palace, something shifts. The air seems to change. The space opens up, revealing a vast courtyard that stretches out before you, bathed in the soft glow of the fading evening sun. The scent of lilies—your favorite flowers—floats in the air, and you pause, blinking in surprise. Could Jungkook have known? But no, that's impossible. You dismiss the thought with a shake of your head.

A gentle breeze lifts the soft pink curtains that adorn the arched windows, making them flow like ribbons in the wind. The sight makes you smile, a small, fleeting moment of peace in an otherwise overwhelming day.

“We are here, Mother Y/N,” one of the helpers says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blink, confused. You’ve heard this word far too many times today. "Mother?" you repeat, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. "Why is everyone calling me that? I’m not a mother."

You yank at the ribbons tied around your wrists, frustration bubbling inside you. The bracelets, delicate and intricate, unravel with a soft rattle, scattering beads across the floor. The helpers gasp, rushing to gather them, but your focus remains on the older woman who spoke to you.

She stands with quiet composure, the first person besides Jungkook who dares to meet your gaze instead of staring at the ground. Her eyes hold something; calm yet unwavering.

“There are things only Jungkook can explain to you,” she says, her voice steady.

You straighten, the defiance in you rising. "So bring him here," you challenge.

The helpers freeze, the air thick with tension. You take a few determined steps toward the older woman, now standing face-to-face with her. The distance between you feels like the space between two opposing forces and you refuse to back down.

“If there are things only Jungkook can tell me," you insist, your voice firm, "then bring him here.”

She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t waver. "We cannot do that," she responds calmly. "The men are celebrating. They’ll be drinking tonight. There is a reason why all the women are kept here, away from the common ground. It can get dangerous."

For a moment, you consider backing down. You’ve never wanted to trouble others you're not that cruel. But everything about this marriage, these rituals, this forced life, weighs on you. You can't ignore the way you've been shoved into this new world, without answers or choice.

“I won’t enter the chambers until Jungkook comes here,” you declare, folding your arms across your chest.

The helpers insist again, but you stand firm. As they begin to leave, you turn away, frustrated and exhausted. The door to the balcony stands before you, an open escape from the chaos inside. You walk toward it, your thoughts swirling with questions. You gaze at the now visible moon, a silent witness to the mess of your life.

You close your eyes, a prayer escaping your lips, soft and desperate.

“Do you hear me?”

A voice behind you breaks the silence, and you whirl around, heart skipping a beat. Jungkook stands there, but he’s different now. No jewels. No elaborate mantle. His hair, usually tied back with precision, flows freely around his shoulders. He’s dressed simply; a vest and pants, casual and unadorned. He looks more human, less like the grand tribe leader from the ceremony.

Your heart races, and for a moment, you forget to speak. You square your shoulders, trying to steady yourself, and finally ask the question that’s been gnawing at you since you first stepped into this palace.

"Why does everyone keep calling me 'mother'?" you ask, the words slipping out in a mixture of frustration and confusion.

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, but he says nothing. He simply stands there, admiring you with a gaze that lingers, like he’s memorizing every detail. You’re taken aback by the intensity of his stare. His silence feels like a puzzle you're not sure how to solve.

You wait for him to respond, but when the seconds stretch on, you can't help but snap, the tension in you breaking. “What? Drank too much already?” you ask, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jungkook’s lips curl into a small, amused smile. Without warning, he steps toward you and pulls you into him, his hands settling at your waist. His touch is confident, almost possessive, as he meets your gaze with that same quiet smile.

“I know you don’t like men who drink,” he says, his voice low and steady. “I gave up drinking a year ago.”

The words hit you like a cold wave. A year ago. He’s been plotting this for longer than you thought—since before you ever met him. Now you are sure that He knows about the lilies. He knows everything. And that realization sends a chill down your spine.

Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands, leading you toward the chambers with quiet determination. You’re too stunned to speak, the weight of the situation settling around you like a heavy cloak. There’s so much you don’t know, and for the first time, you wonder; what else has he planned? What else does he know?

You can feel the walls closing in, but for now, you're too scared to ask any more questions.

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The door closes softly behind you, the faint echo of it clicking into place still reverberating in the quiet chambers. The room feels warmer now, more intimate, with the fading light of dusk casting long shadows across the stone walls. Without a word, he gestures for you to sit on the bed. The silken covers shimmer in the low light, soft and inviting. You comply, though your mind still churns with the many questions Jungkook left unanswered. As you settle on the bed, he stands before you, his eyes dark with an intensity that makes your heart flutter nervously.

Without hesitation, he begins untying the delicate ribbons of the bracelets on your wrists. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they work through the knots, each movement slow, purposeful, almost reverent. The bracelets fall away, beads scattering across the floor like tiny fragments of your old life. You can’t help but notice how his touch lingers, just a moment longer than necessary, before his hands move to your shoulders.

“Let me help you,” he murmurs, his voice low and calming.

Before you can respond, he guides your arms out of the intricate layers of clothing, leaving you in the delicate chemise that clings to your form. The thin fabric feels cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room and his presence. You suddenly feel exposed, both physically and emotionally, as his eyes scan you, though there’s no judgment in them; just an unspoken understanding.

His hands move to yours, gently cupping them, "I cannot tell you much just yet,” he begins, his voice soothing but laced with something else, something you can't quite place. “You will start to understand with time. This forest is blessed by a goddess, even though I am the leader, it is she who watches over us. She gave me this role, but she works with women. It is a woman’s power that sustains everything here.”

You listen carefully, though the words don't entirely make sense. Your mind reels with the implications. He continues, unaware of the storm of thoughts brewing inside you.“I am the leader, and you are my wife,” he says, his grip tightening on your hands ever so slightly. “People call you ‘mother’ in respect and because your presence will… fix everything.”

You blink, confused, your mind struggling to make sense of what he’s saying. The idea of being a 'mother' here, in this strange place, feels completely uncomfortable to you. But there's something about the way he says it—an undeniable weight to his words—that makes you wonder if there’s more to this than you understand. Still, you’re glad he’s finally spoken, giving you a sliver of an answer, even if it only raises more questions.

“I don’t understand," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t offer further explanation. Instead, his expression softens, and he tilts his head slightly. "In time, you will."

You’re still processing everything when a wave of exhaustion hits you, the weight of the day finally catching up to you. You rub your temples, your body suddenly craving rest.

“I’m tired,” you murmur, your voice heavy with the need to retreat from the storm of emotions inside you. “Where can I take a bath?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at your words, his expression a mixture of understanding and something deeper you can’t yet read. He gives you a small nod and stands, his movements fluid as he gestures to a nearby door.

“There,” he says simply, leading you toward a door that opens into a private bathing area. The sight that meets your eyes is breathtaking—soft light from hanging lanterns spills over a marble tub filled with steaming water. The air is infused with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus, and you feel the tension in your muscles begin to loosen just by the sight of it.

Before you step into the bath, Jungkook pauses, his gaze shifting to a large wardrobe standing against one of the walls.

“Before you rest,” he says, a slight smile tugging at his lips, “let me show you something.”

You follow him over, and he opens the doors inside, you find an array of clothes—dresses, corsets, and fine fabrics, each one more beautiful than the last. In colours of deep emeralds, soft pinks, and silvery blues. The gowns are intricate, rich with embroidery and lace, while the corsets are designed with a delicacy that suggests they were made specifically for you. It’s clear that every item here has been chosen with care, each one fitting with the taste you’ve never even shared with him.

You run your fingers over the fabrics, astonished at how perfectly they seem to suit you. It feels like he’s known your preferences before you even had a chance to voice them.

“I know this is what your women wear…I mean back at your kingdom,” Jungkook says quietly, watching you with a hint of pride, “I made sure everything here was to your liking.”

You can’t help but feel a mixture of gratitude and unease. How much does he know about me? The question lingers in the back of your mind, but you push it aside for now. This isn’t the moment for doubts.

Instead, you turn back to the bathing area. “I’ll bathe now,” you say softly.

Jungkook doesn’t respond with words, only a quiet nod as he exits the room, leaving you in the privacy of the sanctuary he’s created for you. The bathwater envelops you in warmth, soothing your tired body. The tension slowly melts away as you sink deeper into the water, your mind drifting as you close your eyes.

But just before you can fully lose yourself in the bath, the door to the room opens again. You start, but it’s only Jungkook, now standing in the doorway. He walks toward you, and this time, there’s no command in his step, only an undeniable warmth. his eyes softening as he cups your jaw with his hand, the touch gentle but firm. He holds you there, looking at you as though he’s memorizing every part of you. Then, without a word, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow tender kiss. His warmth lingers, a contrast to the coolness of the bathwater. You can feel his breath against your skin, steady and calm, and in that moment, you almost forget the weight of the world outside this room.

He pulls away just slightly, still holding your face in his hands, and his voice is low, almost intimate. "You have a long day tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll be here to help you settle in—make sure everything is alright. I’ll make sure you feel at ease here."

His words carry a sincerity that catches you off guard, but the quiet reassurance settles something deep inside you. He doesn’t wait for a reply before stepping back, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he turns to leave.

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The soft rustling of the curtains drags you from sleep. Sunlight filters through the delicate fabric, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. You stretch, feeling the lingering weight of yesterday’s emotions, but the restfulness of the night brings a brief sense of peace.

Then, a gentle knock on the door interrupts the quiet.

“Come in,” you murmur, not entirely awake.

The door creaks open, and one of the helpers enters, a polite smile on her face as she approaches you. Her presence feels like an invitation to begin the day, though you’re not sure you're ready for it just yet.

"Good morning, mother Y/N," the helper says softly, her voice carrying a hint of reverence. "It’s time to get you ready for the day."

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes as the helper begins to assist you, bringing you fresh clothing that seems to shimmer under the soft light. The gown she presents to you is stunning—something that would be seen during Marie Antoinette's time: a dress with a fitted bodice, flowing skirts, and delicate lace trim. The pale blue silk contrasts beautifully with your skin, and the fabric feels like a dream against you.

The gown is unlike anything the women in the tribe wear, and the realization fills you with quiet relief. Jungkook, despite his power, respected your wishes. He didn’t force you into tribal attire, the way most of the other women in the village wear. Instead, he gave you the freedom to wear something that resonates with your own heritage, something that speaks of who you are, not just where you are.

As the helper adjusts the delicate lace around your neckline, you notice that your hair is left loose. The lightness of the fabric and the freedom in your appearance feel like a small rebellion against the rigid rules of the tribe, though you know this could all change in time.

Once you’re fully dressed, the helper nods approvingly and gestures toward the door. “It’s time to meet with the council. Jungkook is expecting you.”

The thought of seeing Jungkook again after yesterday’s revelation fills you with a mixture of dread and curiosity. You follow the helper through the winding halls of the palace, your footsteps echoing against the stone floors. As you reach the entrance of the common ground, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next.

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The common ground is bustling, filled with various figures of importance. When you step in, you spot Jungkook immediately. He stands tall and composed, wearing traditional tribal clothing, but there's something different about his attire. The materials are exquisite embellished with intricate beadwork and luxurious furs, signaling that even though he embraces the tribe’s customs, his status is unmatched.

He turns when he sees you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His eyes soften as they meet yours.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Jungkook greets you warmly, stepping forward. “You look beautiful.” You offer him a small smile, though it’s tight around the edges, and nod in acknowledgment. There’s an underlying tension between you, but for now, you don’t speak of it.

As you walk further into the gathering, your eyes scan the room. You notice a few familiar faces, a handful of the tribe’s elders, and someone holding a stack of papers and a quill. The man looks at you and Jungkook, motioning for both of you to sit at the long table in the center of the room. There’s an air of formality to this meeting, and as you sit down, the weight of the situation presses down on your shoulders.

The man speaks first, addressing you with a calm, measured tone.

“Miss Y/N," he says, his words laced with an odd mix of politeness and condescension. "You are an outsider, I mean even though you are Jungkook's wife. You are still the daughter of a French king. Unlike us, you have strong connections with the people outside of this forest. You must want to stay in contact with them. Even though women hold superiority here, it is still the husband’s decision if he will allow you to leave the forest.”

The words hang in the air, and your stomach tightens. Your heart races, and you glance at Jungkook, but he’s looking straight ahead, his expression unreadable. The man turns his gaze to Jungkook, his next set of questions directed at him, his voice official and blunt.

“Do you allow your wife to visit her kingdom?” he asks.

Jungkook glances at you, and for a split second, you think you see a flicker of something—maybe hesitation, maybe understanding—but it’s gone before you can fully grasp it.

“Yes,” Jungkook says, his voice unwavering. “But only once a month, and I will accompany her.”

You blink, surprised by his words, but something inside you stirs. He still intends to control even that, though the small concession feels like a victory. For now, anyway.

The man doesn’t hesitate. “Do you allow her to stay overnight in her kingdom?”

“No,” Jungkook responds firmly, his eyes still on you, but the words feel like a physical blow.

A cold anger coils in your chest. The thought of never being able to visit your family without his watchful eye is suffocating. You never wanted this. Never asked for it.

The man pauses before asking, “Do you allow her parents to visit here?”

The question feels like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t even thought about that possibility, but now it feels like another sharp cut into your already wounded heart.

“No,” Jungkook says, without hesitation.

The room grows silent, the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. You can feel the anger building within you, the frustration at being trapped in a place that feels more and more like a gilded cage.

The meeting wraps up quickly after that, and without a word to Jungkook, you stand and make your way toward the door, your legs moving on their own accord. Your heart beats faster, every step toward your chambers feeling heavier than the last. The cool air outside is a welcome relief, but it doesn’t quiet the storm raging inside you.

Just as you’re about to step into the privacy of your chambers, Jungkook catches up with you, his hand gently grasping your arm.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice calm, though there’s a hint of frustration beneath the surface. “Like I said, you’ll understand with time. I still allowed you to visit, even though the forest forbids it. I’ve done more than what was required of me.”

You look at him, and for a moment, it feels like your heart might shatter. Tears threaten to spill, but you swallow them down, biting your lip as your frustration boils over.

With a short, bitter laugh, you turn away from him, your voice thick with emotion as you mutter, “Understand? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.”

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You don’t go to your chambers.

Instead, you walk past the familiar halls and the rooms that have become a cage, pushing yourself deeper into the forest. The tall trees stand like silent sentinels, their shadows stretching across the ground, offering the solitude you desperately crave. you find yourself outside, near a quiet lake, the ripples of the water mirroring the turbulence inside you.

You stand there, staring at the still water, and allow yourself a moment to breathe. What now? You don’t know the answer. But you do know one thing: you won’t stay here quietly. You won’t let this place swallow you whole.

The peaceful stillness of the lake settles around you as you sit by its edge, lost in thought. The air is cool and calming, and the ripples of the water are the only sounds that fill the space.

Then, a voice breaks the silence.

"Ah, look at this angel."

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts, and instinctively turn your head toward the source of the voice. Across the lake, standing on the opposite bank, is a woman. Unlike anyone you’ve seen before, her presence is both serene and striking.

She has two earthen pots resting at her feet, their earthy tones contrasting with the pale blue of the lake. Her beauty is ethereal, almost otherworldly, and it draws you in. Her long, dark hair is partially hidden by a delicate veil that drapes around her head, but unlike the veils of the women in the tribe, this one doesn’t cover her face. Instead, it simply rests gently on her head, flowing with a soft elegance.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by her. Her green eyes—bright and vivid like the heart of the forest itself—hold your gaze, steady and unwavering.

She bends down gracefully, her movements fluid, like a dancer. You watch as she fills one of the pots with water from the lake, her hands steady and sure. The way she moves seems effortless, as though the world around her is just an extension of her being. The tension you’d felt earlier seems to ease just by watching her, and for a brief moment, you forget about the complications of your new life here. Her presence is so calming, so completely different from the chaos you’ve been swept into.

The air between you two feels thick with something unspoken, a connection you can’t quite place. As she fills the second pot, she never breaks eye contact with you, her gaze never faltering. There’s a quiet understanding between the two of you, as though she sees more than just your outward appearance.

A soft breeze moves through the trees, rustling the leaves, but still, the woman stands perfectly still, her green eyes locked with yours. You want to speak, but the words catch in your throat. There’s a strange pull in the air, a magnetism that makes your heart race in a way you didn’t expect.

The silence stretches, and you wait for her to speak, for her to break the connection. But she doesn’t. She simply looks at you, her expression unreadable yet full of something profound, as if she understands your confusion, your turmoil, perhaps even more than you do. After a long moment, she turns her gaze toward the water once more, adjusting the pots, as though nothing unusual had passed between you two. But the moment lingers in the air, settling in your chest, as if she’s left a mark on your soul.

The air is thick with the unspoken tension between you and the mysterious woman, As she adjusts the earthen pots on the ground, you finally gather enough courage to break the silence.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice steady but curious.

She lifts her gaze to meet yours, and a soft, musical laugh escapes her lips. It’s not mocking, but rather a gentle, knowing sound. “I am not from here,” she says simply, her tone calm and smooth. “I am merely here to fetch fresh water.”

You nod slowly, taking in her words, but there’s something in her manner that makes you feel there’s more to her than she’s letting on.

“Is he troubling you?” she asks, her voice low but pointed.

Your brows furrow, a twinge of confusion passing through you. “Who?” you ask, not sure if you’re hearing her correctly.

Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. “Your man,” she replies, her gaze unwavering. She watches you carefully, as though reading the turmoil in your eyes. There’s a silent understanding between you two, though neither of you speaks it aloud. She doesn’t press further, instead turning her attention back to the pots she’s preparing to carry.

“You think you are defenseless here," she says, her voice low and cryptic. "But it’s him. He is at your mercy, not the other way around. He cannot hurt you like you can hurt him, he worships you."

Her words hang in the air, each one heavy with unspoken meaning. You try to make sense of them, but they only leave you more confused than before. There’s something about the way she says it—something in her eyes—that makes your skin prickle.

Before you can ask more questions, you hear a voice calling out your name. You freeze, and your heart skips a beat. It’s Jungkook’s voice, unmistakable and close.

You quickly glance back toward the sound, your chest tightening. When you turn around to speak to the woman once more, to ask her to elaborate, she’s gone. she vanished without a trace. There’s no rustling of leaves, no footsteps to mark her departure. She’s simply gone, as though she was never there at all.

Your breath catches in your throat as a strange feeling settles in your gut. You stand frozen, staring out over the lake, the strange woman’s words still echoing in your mind. The stillness of the water reflects the cloudy sky, but inside, your thoughts are a storm. What did she mean? What did she know? Who was she?

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, and your heart skips a beat. You turn just as you see Jungkook breaking through the bushes, his eyes searching the area for you. The look on his face is a mixture of relief and concern. Without a word, he reaches you and pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low, thick with worry.

You nod, still lost in your thoughts, but he doesn’t release you. His hold tightens as he pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes searching yours, trying to read what’s hidden there. He asks again, softer this time, "Are you sure you're okay?"

For a moment, you’re still, not knowing how to respond. You had run from him earlier, angry, confused, needing space but now, standing here in his arms, it feels like the fury is draining away, leaving behind a strange emptiness. Your thoughts linger on the woman by the lake, the cryptic things she had said. The words she’d spoken, they haunt you.

You suddenly forget why you ran. You forget the frustration and the anger. All you can focus on now is the unsettling feeling she left you with. You turn your gaze back to Jungkook, his steady, concerned gaze pulling you back to the present. Without realizing it, you reach for his hand, holding it as you ask, "How many other tribes live in the forest?"

Jungkook’s expression shifts, his brows furrowing slightly. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, the world feels suspended between you two. He studies your face, his own expression unreadable. Finally, he answers, his voice steady.

"One. Only one." He pauses, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "The Devti goddess only blessed the Jeons, and we are the last ones standing."

You don’t know what to say to that, but something feels off. You look away, distracted by the thought of the woman. She had said she wasn’t from here, but she didn’t seem to fit with the tribe, either. She had a familiarity about her, but it was different from the others.

“I saw someone, a woman,” you finally speak, your voice hesitant.

At the mention of the woman, Jungkook visibly tenses. His body stiffens, and his eyes narrow with suspicion. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel the change in his energy, the way his gaze sharpens.

You continue, your words slipping out before you can stop them. “She said she is not from here, she’s here to get water.”

Jungkook’s eyes darted around quickly, as though searching for something or someone. His hand immediately drops from yours as he reaches around to his back, pulling out a knife from the sheath hidden beneath his cloak. He doesn’t look at you as he holds it in his hand, but his voice comes out low, almost urgent.

"Sometimes we have neighboring tribes come through here," he says, still looking around, his attention divided. "Picking fruits, collecting water... The Lav Forest is blessed, but other tribes don’t have enough to eat or drink. It’s not safe, they’re not always friendly."

Jungkook doesn’t say more, his eyes still scanning the perimeter as he begins to move you back toward the palace. He walks with purpose, guiding you quickly, but gently, back toward the safety of the palace walls. As you move through the trees, you can’t help but feel the weight of the unknown pressing against you—what did Jungkook know that he wasn’t telling you?

The forest around you seems to grow darker, more ominous with every step. And for the first time, you feel the real weight of what it means to be a part of this forest. You don’t know what to expect next, but the feeling in the air has shifted.

You’re no longer just a “visitor” here. You’re entangled in something much bigger than you thought.

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lilliankoo · 5 months ago

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play you like a game, boy || chapter 2.

🗡️ antagonist jungkook x princess reader

trope: "he's mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on", will absolutely do anything for you, strangers to lovers.

word count: 2.1k

chapter 1 chapter 3

chapter warnings: mention of blood, machete. rituals, mentions of sacrifices, kissing, possessive jungkook, slightly jealous jungkook, simp jungkook, calling the reader “mother”.

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You are confused, and so are your parents. You can tell by the way they both look at you, then at Jungkook.

"Ritual?" your father asks, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Jungkook gives a slight smile, looking around, and you can't quite read the expression on his face. Whatever is going on inside his mind, you're sure it's not good. He sighs and takes a few steps back.

"Here in Lav, we don't believe in marriages. We perform a soul-tying ritual," he says.

The words sound foreign, almost alien to your ears. Your brows furrow instinctively, a wave of confusion washing over you. You’re too scared to look at your parents right now. You glance at Jungkook instead, noticing the way his eyes seem to drink you in—too much adoration, compassion, care... love. Your mother had been right; Jungkook is indeed in love with you.

You gulp, trying to steady your racing heart, and look at your father, standing next to you. He meets your gaze and, without a word, intertwines his hand with yours. You find solace in the familiar gesture. Growing up, you’d always been closer to your father than your mother, but what you don’t notice is the way Jungkook’s jaw clenches, the silent fury in his gaze as he looks at your father.

Jungkook clears his throat, his tone soft but firm as he extends his hand toward you. “Come,” he murmurs.

You hesitate, unsure of what to do. But your father squeezes your hand in reassurance. It’s unspoken, but you understand the message: don’t ruin this. Slowly, you take Jungkook’s hand and follow him up the stairs toward the platform. He leads you to stand in front of two chairs, centered on the stage, while your parents stand by the side with the villagers.

You turn back to glance at them when, suddenly, an elderly man approaches, draping a large mantle made of fur and leather over your shoulders. As he does, he mutters a prayer in a language you don't understand. The mantle is identical to Jungkook's, except for one difference—his mantle bears a tiger’s head perched on top. The sight unsettles you, but you try not to dwell on it.

At the stage with you and Jungkook, besides the old man, stand two women and the man who brought you here earlier. One of the women, dressed in brown leather, steps forward, smiling warmly. She speaks to Jungkook, and he nods. He motions for you to sit. You comply, but the tight corset and heavy mantle make it difficult. You try to fold the dress by your feet, but the corset gives you little room to move.

Without hesitation, Jungkook kneels before you, adjusting your dress with surprising tenderness. A strange, unfamiliar sensation tugs at your chest. As he does so, you notice the shocked expressions of the onlookers—the elderly man’s mouth hangs open, the women exchange bewildered glances, and the crowd murmurs amongst themselves. Your parents stand frozen, your father’s mouth agape while your mother wears a knowing smirk, her eyes gleaming with the unspoken words: “I told you.”

"Is it okay?" Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your trance, and you nod absentmindedly. His smile returns, a faint glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, before he stands, sitting back in his chair.

As time passes, preparations for the ritual continue. Everything happening around you feels utterly foreign. A man drums in the corner, another blows into a shell-like instrument, and yet another makes guttural, animal-like sounds. It’s all too much for your senses.

A sharp, shrill noise cuts through the chaos, and your eyes are drawn to a pair of goats, tied to a post in the corner. You can’t shake the growing suspicion that they are here to be sacrificed. A chill runs down your spine at the thought.

As you survey the scene, another woman approaches with a bowl. From your sitting position, you can’t see the contents, but when she dips her fingers into the bowl and reaches for your face, you instinctively lean back. She steps back, waiting for Jungkook’s cue.

He exchanges a few words with her in their native language, then turns to you. “You don’t have to be scared. This is just fuller’s earth clay mixed with rosewater and coconut oil. It’s necessary, a vital part of the ritual.”

His voice is calm, almost too sweet, and for a moment, you doubt his intentions. He gestures to the woman, who begins applying the clay to his throat, drawing a half-moon symbol on his forehead and two parallel lines on his jaw. Once she finishes, she turns to you, and again you recoil.

But this time, you have a plan.

“I want you to apply it,” you say softly, a hint of challenge in your voice.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. The old man, who had draped your mantle, clears his throat and steps forward, perhaps to interject. From what you can gather, Jungkook isn’t supposed to do this. The man speaks, but Jungkook raises a hand, silencing him without even looking in his direction.

With a smile, Jungkook turns to you and nods. The crowd gasps as he cradles your face in his hands, his fingers gently applying the clay, mirroring the symbols on his own face. He tilts your head from side to side, admiring his work, and when his gaze locks with yours, he murmurs, “Pretty.”

Anger rises in you, burning hot. This wasn’t the way you wanted him to act. The ritual, his control, it’s all too much. You feel your jaw clench, your eyes sting with frustration. But you hold it in.

The ritual continues for a while longer, with more strange and uncomfortable actions. You wear a crown-like headband made of peacock feathers, bracelets, threads, and bangles are tied to your wrists, and you’re made to recite several prayers.

Finally, the old man steps forward once more, nodding toward Jungkook.

“The ritual is complete,” the man says. “But one thing remains. To seal it fully, there is still one step left.”

Jungkook turned to you and gently intertwined his hands with yours, making you stand. You both descend the few steps toward the post, but just before you reach it, Jungkook diverts your path toward your parents.

For the first time, your father smiles at you. Your mother, though, looks more relieved than anything. Just as you’re about to embrace them, Jungkook steps in front of you, pulling your father into a hug instead.

“Congratulations,” Jungkook says, his voice sincere.

Your mother echoes the sentiment.

“We would love to have you both stay, but the next ritual is only for the people of Lav,” Jungkook says, his gaze turning to your father. “The carriage is ready.” He gestures toward the vehicle in the distance.

A wave of dread washes over you as your father nods, though he quickly asks if they can speak with you privately. Jungkook denies the request, telling him to say whatever he wants in front of him.

“Take care. May the gods be with you,” your father says softly, caressing your head.

“You’ll be fine here, my baby. Jungkook will keep you safe,” your mother says, her eyes fixed on him.

The weight of their departure hits you like a ton of bricks. Tears slip down your face, and you throw your arms around your parents, desperate not to let go.

“I want to go with you,” you plead, but before your father can respond, Jungkook steps forward.

“You cannot,” he says, his voice low and firm.

Rage flares up inside you, and suddenly everything feels too tight. The mantle, the crown, the bracelets—all feel suffocating. You try to pull at them desperately, your jaw clenched, tears streaming down your face. Jungkook grabs your arms to steady you, forcing you to meet his gaze.

For the first time today, you see the real Jungkook. His brows are furrowed, his jaw clenched, and the love that once seemed to soften him is gone. “You are my woman now,” he breathes, his voice low and serious. “You are the mother of this forest and these people. If you leave, everyone will die—including the forest, the people, and me. We are tied to you.”

His words strike you silent. You stare at him, searching for something—anything—that might explain this. But he says nothing more.

When he lets go of your arms, he rubs them gently as if apologizing.

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You watch as the carriage pulls away, your parents leaving you behind in this strange village.

“Come,” Jungkook says, his voice gentle now as he takes your hand. You follow him, the energy drained from you.

“This is the last ritual,” Jungkook whispers in your ear. “After this, we will be each other’s forever.”

His words send a shiver through your spine. The thought of living here as his "wife" does not sit well with you.

“What will happen?” you ask quietly, your heart pounding.

Jungkook doesn’t respond immediately. He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand. “We are going to gift our forest goddess, Devti. This day wouldn’t have been possible without her,” he says.

Before you can ask another question, a woman steps forward with a machete in hand. Your eyes widen in horror. The goats, the sacrifice—it's happening.

The woman’s voice booms through the clearing. “Everyone, the goddess Devti has blessed us once again. She has given our leader, Jeon Jungkook, another gift. For years, this forest has yearned for a mother, and here she is.”

Your mind reels at the mention of “mother.”

"Today, Jeon Jungkook and Y/N became one. Today, Lav and its people got their mother," she finishes, and the crowd erupts in deafening cheers.

“May Devti keep blessing the Lav, protect her people, and may Devti bless our leader Jungkook and mother Y/N with a prosperous future,” the woman concludes.

The crowd chants, “No man can defeat him, for he is blessed by the Devti.”

You are trembling. The weight of the machete in your hand feels too heavy. The goats cry in terror, and for a moment, you wonder if they know what’s coming. You look at Jungkook, but his smile only intensifies your fear.

"Go on," he urges softly. "Give her blood."

You shake your head, your breath quickening. You cannot bring yourself to kill innocent creatures. With trembling hands, you pass the machete back to Jungkook.

"I can't," you whisper. "I can't kill them."

Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, my love, this isn’t killing. It’s offering blood to the goddess."

But nothing he says helps. You are suffocating, your mind reeling, when a sudden idea flashes across your mind.

“Jungkook,” you say, your voice shaking but resolute. “Your goddess needs blood, right?”

He nods, sensing your change of tone.

“Well,” you continue, looking directly at him, “I don't want to kill the goats. They're babies, they should be with their mother. But... if she wants blood...” You pause, wiping your tears. “Then give her yours.”

You place your head against his chest, allowing yourself a moment of quiet satisfaction as his eyes widen.

But before he can react, one of the villagers steps forward, his voice protesting.

“That’s against the ritual,” he says.

You don’t give him a chance to finish. You step in front of him and snap, “Do not interfere while I’m speaking to my husband.”

The man immediately bows, a look of fear crossing his face.

Jungkook steps forward, his hand on your back, as he pushes the man away. “Only talk to my wife like that if you want to become one with the fire,” he warns, his voice cold.

You stand there, momentarily taken aback by his response. You suppress a smirk.

In a sudden motion, Jungkook grabs the machete, surprising the crowd when he slides the blade across his palm. Blood drips from his hand as he walks toward the stone statue of the goddess Devti. He wipes the blood over the stone, breathing heavily as the air grows thick with tension.

The crowd stands frozen in place, too afraid to make a sound. The silence is suffocating, and for reasons you cannot explain, you suddenly find yourself walking toward him.

In that moment, something inside you shifts. You grab his face and kiss him.

For a brief second, he is caught off guard, but then his hands find their place around you, pulling you closer. He cradles your jaw with his blood covered hand, he moans into the kiss. You break the kiss, suddenly aware of your surroundings.

Before anything else can happen, the old man steps forward, taking the machete from Jungkook and casting it aside.

He pats Jungkook on the back, his voice booming across the gathering.

“May the goddess approve of this,” he says. “May she bless the mother as she has blessed this village. From this day, till the very end, Mother Y/N and Jeon Jungkook shall be together.”

The crowd erupts in cheers, and your future here begins to solidify.

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lilliankoo · 5 months ago

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play you like a game, boy.

antagonist jungkook x princess reader

1/8🗡️ satin ribbon.

pairing: antagonist! tribe leader jungkook x princess reader.

trope: "he's mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on", will absolutely do anything for you, strangers to lovers.

chapter 2 link chapter 3

warnings: tbd, different for every chapter. overall, smut, age gap (jk is 25 and y/n is 23), blood, rituals!!! (not too bad but still) threats, power dynamics, use of power, tribes, tribe rituals (i made them up :p), weapons, lovesick puppy heart eyed insanely in love jk, possessive jk, slightly controlling jk (not too bad), him spoiling his princess aka you, will add more as series progress.

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While humming one of the lullabies she used to sing to you as a child, your mother finishes tying the pink ribbon in your hair. She reaches for the brush on the dresser and runs it through your hair one last time. She gazes at you, more like your reflection in the mirror, before placing her brush-clad hand on your shoulder. As you stare at her, your brows are furrowed, and your lips are pursed.

Your mother makes eye contact and adds, "You dread me now, but trust me, you’ll thank me later." "How can you treat your own daughter like this?" you ask her, grief heavy in your voice. Yet, for some reason, you've given up fighting. You’ve made the choice not to yell or cry about your mother's heartless decision.

Being the only daughter of the King of Mir Konvo, you truly have no other choice. Yesterday, you learned that you are being "offered" to Jeon Jungkook, the head of the Forest Tribe, who is more powerful than your father's entire empire and known as the most formidable man alive.

The Lav Forest completely encloses your kingdom of Mir Konvo. While Jeon Jungkook rules the entire Lav Forest, your father reigns over Mir Konvo, which is also known as the "heart of Lav" since it's nestled right in the middle of the forest. For hundreds of years, your kingdom and Jeon’s forest were tied by a pact—an agreement that allowed your people to use the forest trail to conduct trade with other kingdoms, with no involvement from the Jeon tribe. In exchange, the Jeon tribe requested only grains and gold as payment. This arrangement has held for years, but Jeon Jungkook, the current head of the tribe, has shattered it. He now demands your hand in marriage. If you refuse, he will seal all pathways leading to Mir Konvo, seize control of your kingdom, and assassinate your father.

The entire country is aware of the Lav Forest's goddess blessing on the Jeon tribe. Centuries ago, when an enemy tribe destroyed Lav, the Devti goddess blessed the last surviving members of the Jeon tribe, declaring that no man would ever be able to defeat or oppose them. Naturally, your father signed the treaty and began the "preparations" for your marriage out of fear.

Now, back to your question: Your mother sighs and stands before you. She holds your shoulders and whispers quietly, "Listen to me, and listen very carefully. No man can resist a woman in this world. There is a reason someone as powerful as him would want to marry you. Take advantage of this, dominate him, break him, and make it impossible for him to live without you." The venom in her words is palpable. Her jaw is clenched, and her hands are digging into your shoulders. You understand exactly what she means. You pay close attention to her words, thinking about them over and over. Looking at your frightened expression, your mother asks, "Do you understand?" You take a cautious breath and nod hesitantly in agreement.

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The entire palace is adorned with white flowers. The orchestra plays a light tune—the atmosphere is serene, yet tense. Everyone displays their fake contentment, but in reality, everyone is scared—even you. Your father stands near the window, looking outside. His crown is absent, and his royal mantle no longer hangs on his shoulders. From his disheveled hair to the dark circles under his eyes, it’s clear he is distressed. You walk over and stand by his side.

"What’s on your mind, Father?" you ask.

Your father sighs deeply and looks at you. "He is an evil man. Your mother is not seeing this—"

His words are abruptly cut off by your mother's voice. "I’m doing this for the safety of the kingdom! No man can defeat him. You’ll die if you stand against him!" she shouts at your father. "You’re not seeing this through my eyes. Nothing will happen to Y/N," your mother adds, maintaining eye contact with him. You stand there, confused, watching the encounter unfold between them. Your father drops his head and nods at your mother. He doesn’t speak but looks at you.

The moment is interrupted when a soldier runs in to inform your father that it’s time to leave. Another condition Jungkook proposed was that the marriage would take place in the forest lav, with only three people allowed to attend—your father, your mother, and you.

That's how you find yourself in a carriage with your parents. Your mother is impeccably dressed, while your father dresses modestly. The commute to the Lav Forest isn’t long, and within three hours, your carriage reaches the entrance gate of Lav village. You step out, and your mother quickly helps you adjust your skirts and dresses.

There’s no man in sight to receive your family. Your father scans the area, searching for any members of the Jeon tribe, but he sees no one. The atmosphere is unnervingly quiet and serene. The leaves rustle, and the wind lightly breezes through the air.

"The carriage stays here. Come," a sudden voice calls from behind you. You turn to see a man, no older than 25, dressed in leather and furs, with a spear in his left hand and long hair reaching his back. He is incredibly handsome—you can’t deny it. He looks at you, then motions for your father to follow him. You and your parents follow him into the village. The path is smooth and clear, as if it were purposefully prepared for your comfort.

After ten minutes of walking, huts and houses begin to appear. You can see people peeking at your family through their windows—some whispering, others cryptically smiling in your direction. In the distance, you see a platform surrounded by a crowd. The stage-like platform is only a few feet higher than the ground and has two chairs at its center. Some people stand on it, engaged in serious conversations, while others laugh.

You and your parents stand a few feet away, waiting for instructions. You intertwine your hand with your father’s and squeeze it.

Suddenly, the voices of people laughing and talking around you halt- everyone around you kneels, including your parents. Thats when you see the leader, your future husband, jungkook walking towards you. Out of instinct and fear, you bend your knees to bow as well. But then, someone grabs both your shoulders, forcing you to stand upright. You look up in confusion and meet his eyes. The anger is gone, replaced by something softer—love and affection. Without warning, Jungkook drops to his knees in front of you and bows. The entire village was bowing to him while he remains on his knees for you.

your just about to speak when Jungkook speaks up: "The first time I saw you, I was entranced. Seeing you made me lose sleep, and I chanted your name like a prayer. You are educated, beautiful, and I knew your father would never marry you to someone like me, i did not have any other choice, don’t hate me for this, I’m just a man in love."

Your breath hitches because you don’t know what to do. Having a powerful man like Jungkook on his knees in front of you, confessing his love, is overwhelming. Your hands shake as you reach for his shoulders, gently guiding him to his feet. Jungkook rises to his full height, towering over you.

He cradles your jaw affectionately in both hands and kisses your forehead. You’re confused and scared—confused because he isn’t as terrifying as he’s made out to be, and scared because he’s too close. You avoid his gaze and look around. Everyone is still kneeling, and you feel uncomfortable. You glance at him, then at the others still bowing. Surprisingly, he understands.

"Everyone, stand up!" he commands, and the crowd quickly rises to their feet.

He turns to you and your parents, smiling. "Shall we begin the rituals?"

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NEXT: chapter 2

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