Mr.Perfect & His Perfect Devil...
Prologue
A car raced through the empty road, as if the driver had no desire to live. The speed was reckless, merciless—until the vehicle crossed a signboard marking the restricted area. And then, suddenly, in the middle of the main road, the engine gave out.
From inside, a furious voice erupted.
Taehyung
Hahh... I hate my life!
Taehyung cursed into the silent night, his frustration tearing through the emptiness. He stumbled out of the car, clutching a bottle of alcohol, and climbed onto the hood.
With heavy eyes, he gazed at the sky—a sky without a single star, without a moon, without light. A sky as empty as his existence.
His vision burned, but no tears fell. He was too stubborn for that. Even now, even in his despair.
Then—out of nowhere—a shooting star cut across the darkness.
A bitter smile curved his lips.
Taehyung
You have the power to grant wishes Right! he shouted, voice raw.
Taehyung
Then today, I—a perfect human—wish to become imperfect! I don’t know how, but I want the most imperfect man to teach me! That is my wish... Can you grant it?
The words echoed into the night, swallowed by the wind. His grip on the bottle slackened. His head grew heavy. And before he could fight it, unconsciousness took him.
Then—nature itself erupted.
Thunder roared, the wind howled, and something ancient, something forgotten, stirred awake.
From a distance, the sound of footsteps—a slow, deliberate rhythm—resonated through the storm.
Shoes tapped against the ground with eerie precision.
A figure stood before Taehyung, his gaze sharp, his lips curled into a smirk.
Then His laughter spilled into the chaos, wild and untamed, blending into the raging storm. He lifted his gaze to the sky, a grin stretching wide across his face.
Jungkook
After all this time—I am free.
With a flick of his fingers, lightning struck a tree, setting it ablaze. He watched the flames dance, his grin never faltering.
As if the world itself had been waiting for this moment.
Jungkook’s eyes gleamed with something wicked as he looked at Taehyung. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands and dragged his fingers from his forehead to his chin, a smirk curling at his lips.
Jungkook
'Mr. Perfect… get ready to become imperfect,' he whispered, his voice laced with mockery and promise.
Then, as if the sky itself obeyed his madness, thunder cracked—violent, raw. His laughter tore through the air, wild and untamed, mixing with the storm until chaos began once again
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