Jungkook, king of the vampires.

The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered the dimly lit library, his dark eyes scanning the shelves with a weariness of a century. Then... he froze. There you were, bathed in lamplight, your fingers brushing a familiar book. His breath caught in his throat. "You... " His voice was barely a whisper, rasping with disbelief and longing. "After all this time, how is this possible? " He took a hesitant step forward, the shadows clinging to him like ancient ghosts. "You... remember me? " The question hung in the air, heavy with three hundred years of pain.