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2026-06-02
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The Beauty of Darkness

Summary:

Jungkook grows up believing that good exists in the world and that wars are fought for what is best for his people. Power, to him, is simply a tool to protect what matters. But as he begins uncovering hidden truths about his family and the past he was never told, that belief slowly starts to crack.

He realizes he is tied to a forgotten history and a conflict that shaped his life long before he understood it. A boy once taken by the sea will cross paths with him again, now a man, pulling Jungkook back into a story he was always part of.

Through it all, he will discover what war truly is and the ugliness of what people can do for power. He will learn what true loss feels like when the truth finally breaks through everything he believed. In this war, there are no heroes or villains—only people shaped and shattered by it. And Jungkook will find himself loving a man marked by scars and a broken past, a man who is not a hero, but someone who still changes everything.

Notes:

Hello again, I used to write stories here a few years back but deleted them. I just wasn't to proud of them but I am back. I am hoping you enjoy this story.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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‘Why should I apologize for the monster I’ve become? No one apologized for making me this way’. -Joker

 

 

Prologue

The screams didn’t stop. They echoed through the house, through the walls, through his head. Every cry filled with pain, and every sound made him flinch. Curled beneath his bed, he pressed his hands over his ears until they hurt, but he could still hear them. Still calling for help, help that wasn’t coming. Blood stained his skin, his clothes, his shaking fingers; in his small hands he held a knife. Tears streamed silently down his face.

He wanted his mother. More than anything, he wanted to hear her voice telling him everything would be all right. He wanted her warm arms around him, wanted her to brush the hair from his eyes and promise that no monster, no nightmare, would reach him. But she wasn't coming. She would never come again. The thought broke something inside him.

A sob escaped his throat. He tried to remember the sound of her laughter, the softness of her smile, but the screams drowned out the memory. Little by little, they stole her from him. The boy could hear footsteps drawing closer, slow and deliberate as they searched his home in hopes of finding him. Every creak of the floorboards made his heart pound harder in his chest.

They were coming for him. He knew that now, more than ever, he had to make a choice. He could let them find him. Or he could do what his father had always trained him to do. His father's words echoed through his mind, as clear as if he were still there beside him. "Never let the enemy take you. The moment they do, you're already dead." The boy squeezed his eyes shut. "If that day ever comes, do yourself one last favor. Let your own hand decide your fate."

His fingers tightened around the knife's handle. He didn't want to die.

He wanted his mother. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare and find her waiting for him with a smile. He wanted his father to tell him he had done well. He wanted another birthday. Another summer. Another chance to grow up and fall in love.

But the footsteps kept coming.

Closer.

Closer.

Until they stopped just outside his room. The boy held his breath as tears rolled down his cheeks. His entire body shook. He was only eight years old.

And no child should ever have to make a choice like this.