Taekook: Little Purple. -

Let's start💜.

There's someone out there.

Or someones

The sound of their harsh breathing slip from outside my room, going up and up in staccato, resembling a trapped injured animal.

My eyes fly open, and I stumble out of bed, smoothing my hair from my face. Then I tug down on my purple sleep shirt that barely covers my ass.

Shadow linger in the corner, twisting and groaning like starved beasts. The only light comes from the balcony bulb that I always leave on. I don't reach out to the lamp's switch or even attempt to touch it.

Something tells me that if I shed light on whatever animal is lurking out there, the situation will diverge in an ugly direction.

This isn't right.

My brother's mansion should be the safest place on the campus and second-safest on earth after our home back in New York.

It's why he insists I spend certain nights here. I don't meddle in his business, but I know what those nights entail-mayhem, chaos, the butchering of poor souls.

So the best place to keep me protected is right under his wings with a dozen guards watching me.

You know the ivory tower Rapunzel stayed in? My room in this mansion—my brother's anarchy—infested club—is the personification of that.

Hell, there are even guards beneath the balcony, so even if I actually attempted to climb down the tree, they'd be the ones to catch me. They'd scowl, grunt, and report my actions to both my brother and father.

On the bright side, however I'm protected. I've been protected since the day I was born into the Jeon Family.

Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜

And I'm Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜

Okay, whatever is lurking out there, you better be some injured bird or something trivial. Otherwise, be ready to die.

The balcony curtain flaps inside, the white material soaked in the color of the night and the dim light.

The logical approach would be to turn around and run to the door, call for my brother or any of his men, and hide in my safe cage.

But here's the thing.

My toxic trait is curiosity, like I really can't sleep at night if I don't satisfy that thirst for knowledge.

Fate works in mysterious ways.

Ever since I was little, I've known that I wouldn't always be a sheltered little ore prince or Princess which my father likes to say, but I prefer prince— fighting for his family approval. That one day, something would come for me when I least expect it. I just don't know what it would be or what it would entail.

The moment I reach a hand to half-open glass door, a dark figure slowly slides inside.

He's in all black. Sweats, a long sleeved shirt, shoves, gloves, and a mask on his face.

T B H

me😗

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