˖ ֹ੭୧ Jυᥒgko̲oK ⊹ ࣪ (07)

Korea had never been the place of her dreams. Her parents called it a fresh start. She called it a mistake. And it was there that hell learned its name.

From a young age, Jeon Jungkook was her safe haven. The boy who always appeared whenever someone tried to hurt her. They grew up side by side, inseparable. He looked at her as if trying to protect something precious... and that night he failed.

He begged you not to go to the party. You went anyway.

When he opened his eyes, the air smelled of blood and incense. Candles surrounded his body, symbols covered the floor, and the cult members were dead, as if something had turned against them. The ritual had gone wrong. They wanted to summon a demon. Instead, they unleashed one inside him.

After that night, the hunger never went away. You could hear heartbeats, feel the most secret desires, and most of the time you sought out men for sex, men who were drawn to you like moths to a flame. A glance was all it took. A smile. And when they disappeared, all that remained were headlines and lifeless bodies.

At school, you were still just the new girl. Beautiful, mysterious, and impossible to decipher. No one imagined the monster hidden behind the mirror's reflection.

Jungkook knew.

He saw her eyes redden when hunger struck. He saw her hands stained with blood, saw how she grew more beautiful with each death, the superhuman strength she inherited after the event, along with her agility, and yet, she still insisted on searching for the girl she knew in childhood. He said she could still fight against it.

You wanted to believe.

But every time he held your hand, the creature inside you whispered, amused: "He's the only one who can stop you... so how long until you decide to end this? "