He put on a hood and then a mask that covered most of his pale face.
When he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize that man in the reflection. It wasn't Jungkook at all.
Because Jungkook didn't go to expensive mansions at private parties in the middle of the night, disguised as some phantom from the Louvre.
He stood in the same place for some time, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, aiming and changing his mind.
In his mind he went over his plan and that raw madness again and again. He was nervous to the point that his palms became dewy with a little sharp physical pain.
But he thought of his husband, with some regret that now his feelings were so pale, almost colorless.
Butler
Sir, if you are finished, you can go straight, through that door.
The butler interrupted his thoughts and directed him towards the new room with his hand.
Jungkook's heart beat several times and then he heard his own thump of uncertain but measured steps on the marble tiles.
But he was certainly not prepared for what he will see behind those fatefully heavy doors.
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In the newly created silence, Jungkook could hear a sound that made his heart sink.
From the hall, there was a kind of rattling of chains mixed with little moans, and all this was accompanied by soft music on the organ.
That whole side of the palace was dark, filled with some kind of gray-blue lighting, shadowy.
In those shadowy rooms there were certainly people who were left to their own desires, against which stood their everyday life, that cheerless and odorless life, like peacock feathers in fake malachite vases.
With a quick turn of the lock, he found himself where he was supposed to be.
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Author ❤
Finally he reached the place where it all will start...
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(^o^)Din_Gle_Pea#NutS
Yeaaaaah
2024-09-30
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Venizia
super duper 👍🏻
2024-09-14
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Yami💜
finally I am so super excited😍😍😍
2024-08-28
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