Jeon Jungkook

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The wind howled like a thousand hungry wolves, chilling him to the bone even through the thick fabric of his cloak. Taehyung, clutching the sack of stolen goods to his chest, stepped carefully across the slippery ice. His destination was an ancient treasure trove, lost in the coldest lands, rumored to hold not only untold riches but also artifacts of unimaginable power. He expected traps, guards, perhaps even curses. But not what he discovered.

In the center of a vast ice cave, where light barely penetrated the thickness of the ice, stood a throne. And on it, like a frozen statue, sat a young man. His skin was pale as the first snow, his hair the color of a raven's wing, and his eyes… his eyes were the color of a stormy sky, filled with an inexpressible melancholy. He was incredibly beautiful, but this beauty was cold and distant, like everything around him.

Taehyung froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He expected to see an ancient, powerful god, the embodiment of evil and destruction. After all, that's what the legends said: imprisoned in these icy chambers was Jungkook, the god of hatred, born from primordial chaos and darkness, the twin brother of the god of light. His sin was his very existence; his birth was the cause of the eternal feud between the two divine beings.

But the young man on the throne didn't look like the embodiment of evil. He was dressed in simple yet elegant clothing that seemed woven from ice itself. His hands were folded in his lap, and his gaze was fixed on Taehyung with undisguised curiosity.

"Who are you?" his voice rang out, quiet but resonant in the icy silence. There was no threat in it, only a slight tremor, as if from a cold that seemed not to touch him.

The boy bowed his head, his black hair falling over his shoulders. "You came for treasure, right? There's no treasure here. Only me." He looked up, and Taehyung saw something in him that made his heart clench. It was... emptiness. And in that emptiness, a spark of something else flickered—childish naivety.