jungkook and the doll

The sound of raindrops striking the ground... His body lay there with utter indifference, the scent of blood mingling with the damp asphalt. From his leather coat, blood seeped out, blending with the falling water. From a distance, she was running toward him barefoot, droplets flying beneath her feet as she screamed his name. "Please, hold on!" she cried at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling with intense fear. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her vision blurred by sobbing, yet she was determined to reach him. With great difficulty, Jungkook raised his head upon hearing her voice, focusing on her eyes from afar as if trying to memorize their details for the last time. In a choked and weak voice, he spoke: "This is the first time I do something like this for someone... not because you are mine, but because you are you." With a bitter smile, his body shuddered before falling once more—losing consciousness, his eyes closed, and his lips slightly parted. ___________________________Flashback_________________________________ Three years ago, the grand halls of the Jeon mansion were filled with a cold, calculated silence. The elders of the Wealthy Family were not discussing business or stocks; they were planning the future of their empire’s bloodline. Jungkook, the rebellious and dark Mafia Heir, needed a wife—not for love, but to secure an heir. They needed someone pure, someone who could be molded, and they found the perfect target in Lilian. She was barely an adult, only eighteen years old, with eyes full of dreams and a heart that believed in the beauty of the world. She was the definition of Innocent, a stark contrast to the darkness that followed Jungkook like a shadow. Lilian was a girl who wanted to fly, to explore the world beyond her family’s protective reach. But on the day her fate was sealed, she discovered that her wings had been clipped before she could even take her first flight. Her life was no longer her own; it was signed away in a Forced Marriage to Jeon Jungkook.