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Bts Fanfic Jungkook Sick

Deviant || Jeon Jungkook

**A Fan Fiction:** In a world cloaked in shadows, a young boy is ensnared in the labyrinth of his nightmares. Each night, his mind becomes a battleground, haunted by dark memories that refuse to fade. He longs to escape, to run far away from the torment that holds him captive. But no matter how fast he tries to flee, the darkness clings to him, a whispering voice of despair that echoes through his thoughts. It seems as though liberation is unattainable. Yet hope flickers in the form of a girl, a kindred spirit whose light penetrates the depths of his despair. She possesses a strength that surpasses the physical; it comes from a fierce determination to fight for the lost boy’s freedom. With every encounter, she extends her hand, reaching out to him in the depths of his turmoil, ready to battle the nightmares that imprison him. Their bond grows as trust is painstakingly built—a bridge created from her unyielding support and his tentative acceptance of her kindness. Together, they embark on a journey where love becomes the armor that shields them against the darkness. The boy learns that vulnerability can be a source of strength, and through her, he begins to see that even the most fearsome shadows can be conquered. **A Real Story:** In today’s world, far too many children are caught in the web of abuse, often inflicted by those who are supposed to protect them: parents, guardians, and others in positions of trust. The impact of such trauma is profound and lasting, echoing well beyond the immediate pain. Victims may carry the weight of their experiences like a heavy shroud over their lives, influencing their self-worth, relationships, and emotional well-being. These children often grow up feeling isolated and unheard, struggling to find their place in an unfriendly and unforgiving world. They may battle inner demons and profound feelings of worthlessness, unable to escape the echoes of their past. Yet, within this darkness, the resilience of the human spirit shines through. With the proper support, understanding, and love, many can pave their way to healing, transforming their experiences into a source of strength rather than a defining characteristic. It’s a complex journey that underscores the importance of empathy, awareness, and advocacy in our society, reminding us that every child deserves a chance at a brighter future.
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Twisted× ( BTS × EXO × ENHYPEN)

Y/n P.O.V- The iron gates of the Empire Academy loomed in front of me, taller than I remembered. Five years had passed since I last stood in this place—not as a student, but as a ghost trailing behind my father. Back then, I had no idea that a single night would turn my life into something out of a twisted revenge story. Now, I am back. But not as the naïve girl I once was. I walked through the gates, my steps steady, my heart as cold as steel. It took less than a minute for the whispers to start. Student 1-"Who is she?" Student 2-"A new student? Here?" Student 3-"She won’t last a week." They weren’t wrong. No one transferred into Empire Academy. It was a closed circle, a kingdom ruled by bloodlines and power. If you didn’t belong, you weren’t even allowed near the front steps. But I didn’t need permission. I adjusted the strap of my bag and kept walking, my eyes scanning my surroundings. The academy was just as extravagant as I remembered—grand marble floors, towering chandeliers, and hallways lined with paintings worth more than most people’s lives. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh paper filled the air, a stark reminder that this place belonged to the untouchable elite. I had prepared for this moment for years. My goal was simple: find the man who destroyed my family and make him pay. And that man was here. Hidden among the rich, arrogant heirs of the world’s most powerful mafia .Protected by money, status, and connections. But not from me. I turned a corner, heading toward the main hall, when the energy around me shifted. The air grew thick. Conversations died down. Students moved aside—not out of politeness, but out of instinct. A ripple of silence spread through the hallway, followed by a heavy sense of authority. That’s when I saw them. BTS. ENHYPEN. EXO. The ones who sat at the top of the food chain. Twenty-three heirs to the most dangerous crime syndicates in the world. Feared, respected, and untouchable. The school wasn’t just theirs—it was their playground, their empire, their battlefield. And now, I was standing in the middle of it. My gaze flickered over them quickly, assessing. They weren’t not together but spread out like separate ruling factions. BTS stood near the grand staircase, radiating effortless confidence. Jin and RM spoke in hushed tones, their postures relaxed yet firm—natural-born leaders. Suga leaned against the railing, expression unreadable, while J-Hope laughed at something Jimin said. V and Jungkook were watching me, their gazes sharp with curiosity. ENHYPEN took up space near the windows, the sunlight casting an almost ethereal glow on them. Heeseung and Jay exchanged glances, wordlessly acknowledging my presence. Jake smirked, always the charmer, while Sunghoon’s arms were crossed, his cold stare bordering on amusement. Sunoo, Ni-ki, and Jungwon observed quietly, their expressions unreadable. And then there was EXO, the oldest of the three groups, their presence heavier, more dangerous. Suho stood at the center, exuding quiet authority. Kai’s gaze was unreadable, Chen’s eyes sharp. Baekhyun, always unpredictable, grinned slightly. Sehun and Chanyeol watched with mild interest, while Xiumin, Lay, and D.O. barely reacted at all. Twenty-three pairs of eyes. Some curious. Some bored. Some amused. None welcoming. I expected that. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I stepped forward, meeting their stares head-on. I refused to shrink under their attention. If anything, their scrutiny only fueled the fire inside me. I wasn’t here to fit in. I was here to break them apart. But first, I had to play the game. I found my assigned classroom easily, slipping into the back row before the teacher even arrived. The chatter around me barely registered—I was too focused on planning my next steps. "Find the man responsible. Get close. Get inside their world." Simple, in theory. In practice? Not so much. Especially when the untouchables sat in the same classroom as
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