Jeon Jungkook | a lover

In a village in Kyoto, Japan, where the hierarchy was still maintained and it was home to the most famous harems, visited by emperors, soldiers, and merchants.
Your father had been an honorable soldier, so he dared to venture into one of those harems, unaware that he would meet your mother. She wasn't an ordinary woman. Her nature was different; she was a demon who, through deception, managed to escape the place that had kept her sealed away, thanks to your father. He always knew this and never cared. On the contrary, he married her, and from that union, your older brother and you were born.

Your older brother and your father continued serving the emperor as soldiers to gain higher positions, while your mother started her own harem, which expanded thanks to her tricks, showing you how the business worked.
Sitting in the main room of the house next to my older brother, who was braiding my long, dark hair, I felt a gaze upon me from afar; I turned my eyes to the right wall and met the gaze of a young man

It was Jungkook, son of one of the richest jewelers in town who even served the empress, staring at me without blinking after climbing over the wall of my house
I laughed softly when he realized I was watching him, making him climb down from the wall. I was wearing a crimson kimono under the paleness of my skin, still feeling my older brother's fingers braiding my hair.