𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 || 𝕁.𝕁𝕂 𝔽𝔽 by GoldenParadox at Inkitt

✦ Character Profiles ✦

❝ Lost, Then You ❞

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, personalities, and events depicted here are fictional and created solely for storytelling purposes.

Please do not associate the events of this story with real life.

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English isn't my first language. If you find a mistake, no you didn't. Keep scrolling hehehe 🎀

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There are 8 billion people in the world.

So explain to me why I ended up trapped in a forest with Jeon Jungkook?!

Actually, don't.

Because if I start from the beginning, you're probably not going to believe me anyway.

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The nation knows him as Jeon Jungkook.

Golden smile, gentle bow, soft voice. The man who notices staff members standing in the corner and thanks them on camera. The idol who pulls children away from crowds carefully, who covers microphones when he coughs, who remembers fans names from years ago. The internet calls him "Golden Maknae". Brands throw diamonds at his feet. Reporters describe him as humble despite fame. Other idols rehearse interviews before meeting him because he's that respected.

But cameras are carnivorous little suns.

They only illuminate what he allows. 🎥

Behind closed doors, Jungkook is something entirely different.

Not loud all the time. That would be easier.

His anger is quiet first.

The dangerous kind.

The kind that lowers the room temperature without anyone understanding why. Managers suddenly speak softer around him. Makeup artists stop joking when he walks in. Trainees avoid eye contact in elevators. Security guards straighten their backs automatically. Even executives from HYBE choose their words carefully around him because Jungkook doesn't shout immediately. He watches.

And that's worse.

He has terrifying self-control until he snaps. Then it's like watching glass explode underwater. Sudden, sharp, silent for one second before destruction. He doesn't throw childish tantrums. He destroys psychologically. One stare from him can make a grown man forget what he was saying.

He hates being touched unexpectedly.

Hates repetitive noises.

Hates incompetence.

Hates lies most of all.

People around him memorize his moods like survival manuals.

When his jaw tightens, stop talking.

When he removes his rings one by one, leave the room.

When he goes completely expressionless, pray the anger passes quickly.

Because Jungkook's silence is not peace.

It's a loaded weapon resting on a table.

He spends sleepless nights in his penthouse gym punching bags until his knuckles split open, or driving through Seoul at 3 AM with black gloves on and music loud enough to drown thoughts.

The scariest part?

He's incredibly intelligent.

Not academically flashy. Strategically intelligent. He notices everything... the tremble in someone's voice, hidden motives, fake smiles, who's using him, who's afraid of him, who's lying. Managers say arguing with Jungkook feels like being dissected alive because he remembers every detail and uses it later with surgical precision.

And despite all this... people still adore him.

Because he knows exactly how to wear humanity like couture.

The second cameras turn on, his entire body language changes flawlessly.. shoulders relax, eyes soften, voice turns warm honey-gold. He laughs beautifully. Fans cry just hearing him say "Did you eat?" during livestreams.

No one would ever imagine that fifteen minutes before a livestream, he had a staff member trembling from fear with a single cold sentence.

He protects his image obsessively. Not because he loves fame, but because control is the only thing keeping him from becoming something uglier.

Dating scandals vanish mysteriously around him. Journalists who dig too deeply suddenly back off. Former staff members never speak badly about him publicly even years later. Nobody knows whether it's loyalty... or fear.

He lives alone in a massive penthouse overlooking the Han River, though he owns many private mansions. Minimalistic, dark interiors, floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything perfectly organized because chaos irritates him. The only living thing he consistently takes care of is his Doberman, who obeys him with military precision and growls at almost everyone else.

And then there's the strangest contradiction of all:

Jungkook is not cruel for fun.

That's what makes him complicated.

He genuinely believes emotions make people weak. He thinks attachment destroys judgment. He despises vulnerability in himself most of all. Every soft feeling gets locked behind steel doors inside him until pressure builds into rage.

So whenever someone gets too close..

The monster under the idol mask starts showing teeth.

(Real life Jungkook would probably be horrifed of this description if he reads this lmao 😭. Our boy is the sweetest!!! 🎀)

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Lee Y/n doesn't look like someone built for survival in a city like Seoul.

She looks like the kind of person who apologizes to chairs after bumping into them.

Twenty years old. Newly arrived from Philippines with two overweight suitcases, nervous excitement stitched into her heartbeat and a thousand tiny dreams folded carefully between notebook pages. A month ago, she landed in South Korea after getting accepted into a university she once stared at through a phone screen at 2 AM, whispering "Imagine if I actually get in..."

And somehow... she did.

Y/n has the sort of warmth that slips into rooms quietly and changes them without permission. She smiles with her whole face, not just her mouth. Big expressive eyes that reveal every emotion before she even speaks. The kind of girl who gets excited over convenience store ramen flavors like they're rare treasures. The kind who remembers birthdays, notices when someone sounds tired, and sends paragraphs instead of dry replies.

She's endlessly talkative when comfortable. Words tumble out of her like sunlight through curtains. She laughs easily too. Loud sometimes... embarrassingly loud. Then immediately covers her mouth while laughing even harder.

Her personality feels dangerously soft for the world around her.

She trusts too quickly.

Feels too deeply.

Forgives too easily.

Even in university, people naturally drift toward her. International students ask her for help despite meeting her once. Elderly shop owners near campus secretly give her extra snacks because she always bows politely and struggles adorably with fast Korean. Stray cats follow her around like she's carrying invisible tuna in her soul.

Her room is chaos disguised as coziness. Half-unpacked boxes, BTS albums stacked beside textbooks, tiny fairy lights, sticky notes with Korean phrases everywhere. One wall almost embarrassingly dedicated to Jeon Jungkook... concert photos, magazine cutouts, screenshots from livestreams she swears are "just temporary" but never removes.

To Y/n, Jungkook is everything the world believes him to be.

Comfort on bad days.

Motivation during exams.

The voice that played through headphones when homesickness hit hardest.

For seven years, she watched every performance, every interview, every tiny moment clipped online. She defended him in fanwars like a tiny keyboard warrior fueled by caffeine and devotion. She genuinely believes he has one of the kindest hearts in the industry because how could someone look at fans like that and be anything else?

Sometimes, after exhausting university days, she lies on her bed in Seoul staring at the ceiling, smiling like an idiot because she's breathing the same city air as BTS now.

Not that she expects to meet them.

That belongs in fantasy territory.

Still...

Every time she passes a billboard with Jungkook's face glowing across it, her heart performs circus tricks inside her chest.

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Congratulations!

You have successfully met our main characters.

One is emotionally available enough to apologize to furniture.

The other would rather wrestle a bear than have a heartfelt conversation.

Surely this combination will end wonderfully.

Absolutely nothing terrible, embarrassing, life-altering, or emotionally devastating will happen.

Trust me.