°.●{💔 Title: "The Last Reflection"}●.°
~A Modern Retelling of Rani Padmini’s Legend with Kim Namjoon × Park Seokjin~
🌆 Setting:
• 🏙️ Daegu City = Seokjin's hometown
• 🌴 Jeju Island = Namjoon’s private estate/headquarters
• 🌃 Illsan = Sehun's gangster territory
💫 Characters:
• Kim Namjoon – A powerful, calm, and strategic CEO of RM Holdings
• Park Seokjin – A beautiful, graceful ger (can conceive), from a moderate rich family in Daegu, raised with values and inner strength
• Kang Sehun – A ruthless underworld kingpin of Illsan, obsessed with owning everything that shines
• Jongsuk – A jealous, bitter ex-secretary of Namjoon, fired for corruption, now secretly working with Sehun
♡ 📖 The Story lines ♡
<💍 When CEO Met Ger >
Kim Namjoon, despite his wealth and success, believed in love, not just deals.
On a business trip to Daegu, he hears of Park Seokjin—an enigmatic ger with unearthly grace, intelligence, and strength.
Curious becomes enchanted, and enchanted becomes love.
After overcoming social class hesitations and winning over Seokjin’s skeptical family, Namjoon marries him.
He brings him to his grand estate on Jeju Island, away from the noise of corporate cities.
<🐍 Enter the Serpent >
Jongsuk, Namjoon's ex-secretary, seeks revenge.
He leaks photos and tales of Seokjin’s beauty to his new boss—Kang Sehun, the infamous gangster of Illsan.
Sehun becomes obsessed with the idea of owning Seokjin.
Not loving—owning.
<🪞 A Glimpse and Obsession >
Sehun demands a business deal with Namjoon and flies to Jeju.
He wants to “see the famed beauty” for himself.
Seokjin refuses direct contact, but reluctantly agrees to appear briefly through a one-way glass partition in a gallery.
That single glance through the glass ignites Sehun’s fury.
“You think glass can keep me away?”
<🔥 Deception & Capture >
Sehun pretends to leave.
But on Namjoon’s next business visit to the mainland, Sehun abducts him with Jongsuk’s help.
The media goes wild: “CEO Missing. No Ransom Demanded.”
Seokjin, quietly devastated, begins planning.
< 💣 The Rescue Mission >
Seokjin gathers Namjoon’s loyal men.
They smuggle themselves into Illsan in delivery trucks and decoy cars, disguised as ger workers.
In a fierce shootout at one of Sehun’s luxury nightclubs, Namjoon is rescued, but the gang declares war.
< 🥀 Honor or Hell >
Back on Jeju, Namjoon and Seokjin brace for the worst.
They know Sehun is coming with everything he has.
Escape is not an option. Seokjin says:
“He wants my body, not my soul.
I won’t let him have either.”
As Sehun’s army lands on Jeju’s docks, Seokjin gathers all the other vulnerable ger and women on the island.
They take refuge in an underground chamber lined with gas and fire systems.
With one final look at Namjoon, he says:
“You loved me with freedom. Let me go with pride.”
He locks the chamber and sets it aflame, choosing death over dishonor.
< 💔 The Aftermath >
Namjoon fights with all he has, but Jeju falls.
Sehun walks through ashes, expecting to find a broken soul.
Instead, he finds nothing but scorched pride.
Namjoon loses everything—but not love.
Years later, he builds a memorial on the very grounds of that fire, called:
"The Reflection: In Memory of a Ger Who Chose Himself."
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[Chapter 1: Daegu’s Flower]
Daegu had no shortage of busy streets, loud neon, and rich families. But Park Seokjin was a quiet story in himself. A ger, raised in a modest yet proud household, he was known not for scandalous beauty but for the kind of grace that made people pause—soft eyes, a calm smile, and a voice like fading piano keys.
“He's not extravagant,” the neighbors often said. “But there’s something about that boy. Like poetry in a world full of noise.”
So when Kim Namjoon—the famed CEO of RM Holdings—entered a modest art gala in Daegu, he didn’t expect to lose all reason. But there he stood, mesmerized, watching Seokjin speak softly to a child about brush strokes.
“That’s not how light falls,” Seokjin said, crouching. “It kisses the world gently. Try again.”
Namjoon’s breath caught.
He had seen too many things, owned too much. But nothing had ever made him feel… still.
He didn’t sleep that night.
[Chapter 2: The Proposal No One Expected]
It wasn’t easy.
Seokjin’s family had doubts. “He’s a CEO. You’re a ger. That world isn’t kind to people like us, Jin.”
“I know,” Seokjin whispered. “But he looks at me like I’m enough.”
Namjoon waited six months—visited the family, shared dinners, talked of books rather than buildings. And one rainy night in front of the quiet Daegu temple, he knelt.
“Park Seokjin,” he said, voice trembling, “I’ve conquered boardrooms and fought corporate wolves. But I’ve never wanted peace until I met you. Will you give me that peace?”
Seokjin stared at him, tears forming.
“You’re insane.”
“I know.”
He nodded, smiling. “Then yes.”
[Chapter 3: Jeju - The Island of Glass and Rain]
Their life on Jeju was something from a dream.
Namjoon’s estate overlooked the sea. Seokjin painted in the mornings, cared for the garden, and sometimes curled into Namjoon’s lap on the couch, whispering lines from books.
“I never thought this kind of love existed,” Jin once said, cheeks flushed as Namjoon kissed his knuckles. “It feels like I’m floating, not walking.”
Namjoon only held him tighter. “Stay in the sky with me.”
[Chapter 4: The Serpent’s Whisper]
But peace rarely lasts.
Jongsuk—Namjoon’s ex-secretary, dismissed after being caught leaking corporate secrets—was bitter. And when he found employment under the notorious Kang Sehun, the gangster prince of Illsan, he knew exactly how to please his new boss.
“There’s someone,” Jongsuk said. “Not a rival, but rarer. A ger. Beautiful. The CEO's spouse.”
Kang Sehun leaned back in his armchair, his dark eyes sharp. “A ger?”
“A masterpiece,” Jongsuk smiled. “Untouched. Untouchable.”
Sehun’s curiosity bloomed into obsession.
[Chapter 5: The Mirror Meeting]
He arrived on Jeju in disguise.
Namjoon met him politely, unaware of the hidden hunger in his guest.
“I’ve heard stories,” Sehun said slowly, eyeing the mansion’s corridors. “Of your… spouse.”
Namjoon’s gaze hardened. “He’s not for display.”
“I’m not asking for a kiss. Just a glimpse.”
After hours of debate, Seokjin agreed to appear behind a mirror wall in Namjoon’s private gallery. Hidden, but visible.
Namjoon stood beside Sehun, his arm folded. “Only for a second.”
Then Seokjin walked in.
The reflection struck like a whip.
Bathed in soft light, Seokjin stood gracefully, one hand on his waist, the other holding a book. No jewels, no makeup—just him.
Sehun blinked. Then smiled, slow and sick.
“I must have him.”
Namjoon’s jaw clenched. “He’s not yours to want.”
“But everything beautiful ends up in my hands eventually.”
[Chapter 6: Fire in the Heart]
Days later, on a trip to Illsan for business, Namjoon vanished.
No note. No calls.
Just one whispered message from an anonymous source: “He’s with Sehun.”
Seokjin stood silent in the cold Jeju wind, staring at the sea. He didn’t scream or cry.
He turned to Namjoon’s head of security.
“I want every loyal man. Quiet. We leave tonight.”
[Chapter 7: A Queen’s War]
Dressed as workers, Seokjin and a small crew infiltrated Sehun’s mansion.
Bullets flew. Blood splattered. Seokjin didn’t flinch.
They found Namjoon in a dark room, bruised but breathing.
He looked up, dazed, “Jin… you shouldn’t be here…”
Seokjin smiled tearfully. “You told me to stay in the sky. But skies fall when their stars are taken.”
[Chapter 8: The Final Hour]
Back on Jeju, they knew Sehun would come.
“You can run,” Namjoon begged.
Seokjin shook his head. “He doesn’t want you. He wants to ruin me.”
They kissed once, long and slow, as if memorizing the shape of each other’s souls.
When Sehun’s ships arrived, Jeju was ready.
Namjoon led the frontline.
Seokjin gathered the other ger and women into the estate’s underground hall.
“I won’t let him touch our dignity,” he said softly.
He locked the doors. Poured the gasoline. Lit the fire.
Outside, the flames rose like rebellion.
Inside, Seokjin whispered, “Namjoon… I loved you not like a hero, but like a home.”
[Epilogue: The Monument]
The battle was lost. Jeju was scorched.
But Seokjin wasn’t claimed. Sehun found only ashes. And rage.
Years later, Kim Namjoon built a glass memorial overlooking the sea.
Etched in gold were Seokjin’s final words:
“Some reflections are too sacred to be touched.
Let them burn bright forever.”
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[💫 BONUS SCENE 1: Their Honeymoon in Jeju]
Seokjin had never flown in a private jet before.
He was quiet for most of the flight, clinging to the window seat like it was his only anchor. Namjoon noticed.
“You’re not saying anything,” he said gently, brushing Jin’s knuckles with his thumb.
“I’m… overwhelmed,” Seokjin admitted, eyes wide at the clouds outside. “This doesn’t feel like my life. It feels borrowed. Like I’ll wake up in Daegu, back in my little room with creaky floorboards.”
Namjoon leaned in, his voice firm and grounding.
“You’re not a visitor in this life, Jin. You built it—with me. You belong here more than I do.”
When they arrived at the cliffside villa in Jeju, Seokjin stood frozen at the view: an endless sea, moonlight sparkling like silver tears across the waves. For the first time in years, he cried without pain.
“I didn’t think people like me got this,” he whispered.
Namjoon walked up behind him, wrapped his arms around Seokjin’s waist and kissed his shoulder.
“People like you,” he murmured, “deserve everything.”
That night, they danced barefoot in the empty living room. No music. Just breath, wind, and laughter.
[🔥 BONUS SCENE 2: Jongsuk’s Poison]
Long before betrayal, Jongsuk had adored Namjoon—too much, too desperately.
He stayed late at work. Took calls Namjoon didn’t ask him to. Ordered his food before he knew what he wanted. Always ready, always present. Until he wasn’t needed anymore.
“You’re overstepping,” Namjoon said one evening, a rare line of steel in his voice.
Jongsuk froze. “I thought I was helping.”
“You’re helping yourself to me,” Namjoon replied. “That’s not love. That’s possession.”
After he was fired, Jongsuk wandered Illsan’s streets drunk on rage. In a smoky club, he met Kang Sehun—a predator cloaked in silk.
“I can give you something better than his approval,” Sehun said, tipping a glass of whiskey. “How about his downfall?”
Jongsuk’s lips curled.
“Even better—how about his heart?”
[🥀 BONUS SCENE 3: Seokjin’s Diary Entry Before the Fire]
(Discovered by Namjoon months after the incident, tucked inside a sealed box beneath the painting room floorboards)
Dear Joon,
If you’re reading this, it means I did not survive the day we feared.
I want to say this with all the fire I have left in me—I did not die as a victim. I died proud. I died free.
You gave me love without demand. A name beside yours, not behind. You made me feel seen in a world that either stared too hard or not at all.
And when Sehun tried to turn me into a prize, I remembered your words—“You’re not for display.”
So I won’t be.
Tell our story, not for pity, but for the pride of every ger who was told they were born soft and meant to break.
I loved you not like the sunrise—bright and blinding—but like the dusk, quiet and eternal.
Love,
Your sky,
Jin
Namjoon clutched the letter to his chest that night and sobbed like a man who had never known grief.
[👑 BONUS SCENE 4: Kang Sehun’s POV – The Price of Obsession]
When Sehun stood on Jeju’s blackened cliffs, ash clinging to his boots, he stared at the remains of the underground chamber.
“I told him I’d have him,” he muttered.
Jongsuk stood beside him, sick with guilt. “You won the island…”
“I lost the art,” Sehun said bitterly. “The real thing destroyed itself rather than let me own it. That’s power. That’s... maddening.”
He spent months trying to recreate Seokjin’s face—commissioning AI artists, portrait painters, sculptors.
None matched the soul.
He smashed each piece one by one, screaming, “WHERE IS HIS GAZE? WHERE IS HIS CHOICE?”
But you can’t replicate the spirit of someone who never looked at you willingly.
He didn’t want a lover. He wanted a mirror that didn’t crack when he stared into it.
And Seokjin?
He shattered it all.
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[💌 BONUS SCENE 5: A Letter to the Sky
(One Year Later – Namjoon’s Voice)]
The world moved on.
The stock market didn’t crash. RM Holdings continued to flourish. New employees filled old desks. Jeju's scars faded under wildflowers.
But Namjoon didn’t.
Each evening, just as the sun dipped below the ocean, he returned to the cliffside where Seokjin had once planted white lilies, and sat alone.
On the first anniversary of his loss, he brought a letter.
He read aloud, voice trembling against the sea breeze.
“To My Sky,”
Do you remember how you used to hum when it rained? No song in particular—just a soft, tuneless hum.
The rain’s falling now, and I swear, if I close my eyes, I can still hear you.
Jin, I’ve built buildings that touch clouds, but none of them ever reached you.
People say time heals. It doesn’t. It only dulls the edge of pain until you forget how it once bled. But I don’t want to forget.
I want to remember the way your fingertips dragged along my collarbones when you were sleepy.
The way your nose crinkled when I made you laugh with stupid metaphors.
The way you kissed me before meetings like it was your secret spell for good luck.
Jin… if loving you made me lose everything again, I’d still choose you.
Always.
— Namjoon
He folded the letter and tied it to a white balloon.
“I’ll see you again,” he whispered.
He let go.
And the sky took it.
[☕ BONUS SCENE 6: A Quiet Morning (Flashback)]
Jeju was blooming, and so was their love.
Seokjin shuffled into the sunlit kitchen wearing Namjoon's oversized T-shirt, his hair messy, his eyes barely open.
Namjoon looked up from the skillet and chuckled. “Well, good morning, zombie.”
Seokjin yawned. “If you mock me before coffee, I’m filing for emotional abuse.”
Namjoon poured a cup and handed it over, kissing his temple. “And if you call me CEO in bed one more time, I’m filing for internal confusion.”
Seokjin giggled as he sipped. “Can’t help it. The way you say ‘merge’ is dangerously sexy.”
They sat on the back porch, legs tangled on a swing, watching seagulls fight over bread crumbs.
“You know what I wish for?” Seokjin murmured.
“Hm?”
“This. Every day. Quiet. You. Nothing else.”
Namjoon turned, resting his forehead against Jin’s.
“I can’t promise the world won’t try to take it from us… but I’ll fight. Every damn time.”
“Just hold my hand,” Seokjin said softly. “That’s enough of a sword.”
[🗡️ BONUS SCENE 7: The Confrontation – Namjoon & Jongsuk]
After the ashes cooled, after the courts finished their paper wars, Jongsuk was found and arrested.
But Namjoon asked for one thing before sentencing.
A meeting. Face-to-face.
In a cold interrogation room, Jongsuk sat handcuffed. Namjoon entered, wearing a black coat and quiet fury.
“You look good,” Jongsuk said, smiling bitterly. “Even in grief.”
Namjoon sat across him, eyes dark. “You knew what Sehun would do. And you gave him Seokjin’s name.”
“I gave him a glimpse. You’re the one who couldn’t protect him.”
Namjoon’s hand slammed on the table.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “You didn't destroy him—you only made him shine brighter. You lit the fire, but he chose how it burned.”
Jongsuk sneered. “He chose death.”
“No,” Namjoon snapped. “He chose dignity. You’ll rot in a cell remembering the one thing you couldn’t steal: his soul.”
Jongsuk looked away.
For the first time, he was silent.
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[💬 BONUS SCENE 8: Fears of a Ger]
It was raining that evening, soft and persistent, tapping against the windows like a lullaby. The house was warm, filled with the scent of ginger tea and old books.
Namjoon found Seokjin on the floor of the library, curled up in a blanket, staring at nothing.
“You look like a sad ghost,” Namjoon teased softly, kneeling beside him.
Seokjin didn’t smile.
Namjoon tilted his head. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
Seokjin hesitated. Then, without looking up, he whispered, “Do you ever regret marrying a ger?”
The question stunned Namjoon into silence. “What?”
“I know what people say. That we’re a burden. That we’re fragile. That our beauty is temporary, and our presence is political.” He swallowed. “And sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder... am I just a beautiful risk?”
Namjoon took a deep breath. Then he reached out, gently pulling Seokjin’s hands from the blanket.
“Come here.”
He pulled Seokjin into his lap and held him tight—arms firm around his back, chin resting on his shoulder.
“You’re not a risk, Jin. You’re a revolution.”
Seokjin trembled. “I’m scared that one day, someone will come along and try to turn me into a symbol. That they’ll erase me and only remember how I looked.”
Namjoon kissed the crown of his head.
“Then I’ll write your name in every corner of this world. And if anyone tries to rewrite you, I’ll burn the page before they finish.”
Seokjin exhaled shakily, burying his face in Namjoon’s neck.
“And if I disappear?”
“I’ll still be holding you,” Namjoon whispered. “Even if the world can't see it anymore.”
[🏡 BONUS SCENE 9: Visiting Seokjin’s Family in Daegu]
It had taken Namjoon weeks to gather the courage.
Seokjin’s family hadn’t called him. Hadn’t blamed him. They’d simply... disappeared into silence.
And so, on a cloudy Tuesday, Namjoon returned to Daegu—alone.
He brought lilies, Jin’s favorite. Wore his simplest black suit. No bodyguards. No press.
He stood in the courtyard of the Park residence, his hands trembling, throat dry. Jin’s mother answered the door.
For a moment, she stared at him. Then without a word, she stepped aside.
Inside, it smelled like roasted barley and old incense. Familiar.
Jin’s father, once stern and proud, looked years older. He sat with a cane, his face unreadable.
Namjoon bowed deeply. “I have no words. But if it means anything… I never stopped loving him.”
Mrs. Park’s eyes welled up.
“Did he suffer?” she whispered.
“No,” Namjoon replied firmly. “He made the choice. And he smiled.”
A silence followed, heavy with grief.
Then Mr. Park spoke, his voice low. “Did you protect him like a husband… or like a king?”
Namjoon’s lip quivered. “I tried to be both. But I was neither enough.”
Mrs. Park came forward, holding something—Jin’s childhood sketchbook.
“He drew a house once,” she said softly. “Big windows. A garden. A swing. He said, ‘I want to live there with someone who looks at me like I matter.’”
Namjoon opened the book. On the last page was a messy sketch—a house on a cliff by the sea. It looked almost identical to their Jeju villa.
He broke down.
And for the first time, Jin’s parents let themselves cry too.
[💍 BONUS SCENE 10: Their Wedding Vows (Private Ceremony)]
It wasn’t a public wedding. Just a small gathering—ten guests, a sunset, and the sea.
Seokjin wore a cream hanbok-inspired suit. Namjoon wore charcoal gray. They stood beneath a wooden arch, orchids twined into the beams, as waves crashed below.
Their vows were whispered, not broadcasted.
Seokjin went first.
“I’ve lived a life trying not to be too much. Too loud, too soft, too delicate, too proud. But with you, I learned I could just be.
You never asked me to change, to shrink, to perform.
You held my voice with both hands and said, ‘Speak.’
And I did.
Today, I promise to never dim the light you lit inside me.
To walk beside you—not behind, not ahead. Beside.”
Namjoon’s voice trembled.
“I’ve written speeches for boardrooms and battlefields. None ever felt right. But this…
Jin, you are the only thing I’ve ever chosen without logic.
You’re not part of my plan.
You are the plan.
Today, I give you not just my name, but my shelter, my silence, my scars.
I vow to love you like rhythm—present even in stillness.
And should the world ever try to steal you from me, I vow to fight with words, hands, heart, and soul.”
They kissed under a bleeding sky.
And for once, the world was exactly as it should be.
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[✨ BONUS SCENE 11: “If He Had Lived” (An Alternate Ending)]
—a dream, a what-if, a memory dressed in sunlight—
Namjoon stirred awake with the sharp breath of a man pulled from drowning. Sweat slicked his back. The room was cold. But the air… something was different.
Soft footsteps.
And then—
“You forgot to close the window again, Joon.”
Namjoon’s eyes flew open.
There he stood.
Seokjin.
In pale linen pajamas. Barefoot. Hair fluffed and face sleepy. A steaming mug in one hand, the other rubbing his neck.
He looked real.
Alive.
Namjoon’s throat closed.
“You’re not here,” he choked.
Seokjin smiled faintly, walking toward the bed. “Maybe. But let’s pretend.”
Namjoon sat up slowly, afraid even blinking would erase this vision.
Seokjin sat beside him, setting the mug on the nightstand.
“I miss this,” he whispered. “Your eyes when you first wake up. Like they’re asking the world to be kind for once.”
“I failed you,” Namjoon whispered, his voice breaking. “I didn’t save you.”
“No,” Seokjin said, brushing Namjoon’s cheek with trembling fingers. “You loved me. And that saved me, even at the end.”
Namjoon gripped his hand tightly. “Stay. Please. Just… stay.”
Seokjin leaned in, forehead against his.
“I can’t. But I can leave something.”
Namjoon closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the warmth of Seokjin’s touch. The feeling he thought he had forgotten.
“What?” he whispered.
“A moment,” Seokjin replied. “One more moment where it feels like I never left.”
Namjoon kissed him. Desperately. Fully. Like a man trying to memorize the taste of heaven before falling back to earth.
And just like that—
—he was gone.
Namjoon woke up alone.
The mug was gone. The bed was cold.
But on his pillow, where no breeze should’ve reached, rested a single white lily.
[🕯️ BONUS SCENE 12: A Quiet Light in the Temple]
Years later, Namjoon often visited an old seaside temple built in Seokjin’s name.
He didn’t come to pray. He came to listen.
The priests said some people came for luck, others for love.
But Namjoon?
He came for the silence. The kind Seokjin used to carry around him like a second skin.
One evening, as dusk painted the sky violet, a young boy approached him—wide-eyed and trembling.
“Mister,” the boy said, “is it true the man this temple is for… he died in a fire?”
Namjoon nodded gently. “Yes.”
“Wasn’t he afraid?”
Namjoon looked out at the waves and smiled.
“No. Because he wasn’t running from something. He was protecting it.”
The boy looked down, then whispered, “I want to be brave like him.”
Namjoon knelt, placing a hand over the boy’s heart.
“You already are. As long as you never let anyone take your voice, your beauty, or your name.”
The boy smiled. Namjoon stood.
As he left, a faint breeze passed through the temple’s gate, brushing his cheek.
For just a breath—
—it felt like a kiss.
[🌸 Final Line]
“Some reflections fade.
Others burn so bright, they leave the world glowing long after they’re gone.”
— The End of The Last Reflection
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A/n: I tried- Hardly- to not cry!
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