My killer (Jeon Jungkook)

Bella couldn't sleep. She decided to grab a coat and walk to the lake near the lodge. The moonlight made everything look silvery. Only the sound of the water and the wind could be heard. When she bent down to touch the surface of the water… she heard branches snapping behind her. Is anyone there? She asked, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath and took two steps… and then a hand appeared behind her, quickly pulling her back, pressing a large palm over her mouth to stifle any sound. Her body was pressed against a firm, warm chest… and the lowest, darkest voice she had ever heard whispered in the corner of her ear. If I wanted to hurt you... you wouldn't be breathing right now. Bella froze. His hand was over her mouth, but it didn't hurt her. The arm holding her waist was strong… but trembled slightly. He released her slowly, as if every second away from her touch hurt. Bella turned in fear… and saw his face for the first time. Jungkook. Eyes too dark, too deep, too dangerous. But beautiful. Intense. "Who... who are you?" she stammered. He smiled slightly, a cold smile that was also... interested. — Someone who should stay away from you, but can't. Bella recoiled in fright. "Did you disappear with that boy?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I'll make anyone who touches what's mine disappear," he replied, simply, as if he were talking about the weather.

The cool breeze of the countryside touched Bella's skin as she stepped off the university bus. Her curls danced in the wind, and her green eyes, so bright they looked like green grapes illuminated by the sun, observed the vastness of the forest ahead. It was a three-day trip with her Biology class for environmental studies. Everything seemed simple, ordinary, peaceful. But someone saw her arrive. In the darkness among the trees, a silhouette stood still, motionless as a statue, observing. The reflection of the sun lightly touched his dark eyes. Jeon Jungkook. In that forest, his name was legend—a merciless killer, silent, invisible to all eyes. Clues, tracks, impressions—he left nothing. The countryside was his kingdom. He was the predator. And every intruder was prey. But when he saw Bella… The world, for a second, lost its sound. “Who is she?” he thought, feeling his heart race for the first time in years. The white skin, the curly hair, the almost angelic calmness on her face. She didn't resemble anyone he had ever seen, not even before his life turned into an abyss of blood. He should ignore her. He should continue his routine. But Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off her; every movement, every gesture, every shy smile as she chatted with her friends, unaware that someone was watching her, analyzing, studying, desiring. The students laughed, told stories, and Bella sat eating marshmallows. The orange light of the fire reflected in her green eyes, and Jungkook watched from afar, silent, hidden. He had never paid attention to any woman, never felt desire beyond the violent need to kill. But with Bella it was different. He observed every detail: how she tucked her hair behind her ear, how she smiled somewhat shyly, how she remained alone when the conversation shifted to topics that didn't interest her. He noticed things that no one else did. She was kind. Reserved. Fragile in the eyes of the world.