The Jeon Twins: The Devil's Legacy & Their Destiny

The Jeon bloodline was legendary.

Born from the most powerful mafia rulers in history—Jeon Jungkook, the Emperor of the Underworld, and Jeon Jimin, his formidable consort— the twins were not just heirs.

They were the future.

One destined to rule the underworld.

The other, to dominate the corporate empire.

Their very existence was a perfect blend of dominance, intelligence, beauty, and ruthlessness— the ideal fusion of their parents.

And the world was already bowing at their feet.

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Jeon Jiguk – The Next Emperor of the Underworld
20 years old

Jiguk was Jungkook's reincarnation.

If one were to look at him, it was as if Jungkook's teenage years had returned in a new vessel. The resemblance was so uncanny that even those who had known the Emperor for decades had to do a double take whenever Jiguk entered a room.

He possessed thick, slightly tousled black-brown hair, cut short but styled in a way that gave him a sharp, commanding look. His eyes—huge, doe-like, yet deadly—were Jungkook's signature, framed by long, dark lashes that made him look almost deceptively innocent.

But one look into those dangerous, calculating irises— and that illusion shattered instantly.

His lips were thin and naturally rosy, a feature both twins had inherited from Jungkook. And just beneath them—that infamous beauty mark, the same one that sat under their father's lips, marking him as unmistakably Jeon.

Jiguk's build was lean, yet undeniably strong. His body was sculpted with the same warrior's physique as his father's, built for power, speed, and calculated destruction. His aura—intense, suffocating, untouchable—was identical to Jungkook's in every way.

He was the crowned Emperor of 2045.

The sole heir to the Jeon mafia empire.

He had ascended the throne through blood, fire, and sheer dominance—just like his father.

But unlike Jungkook, his skin was milky white, a stark contrast to his father's golden undertones. His hands—long, slender, elegant—were inherited from Jimin, a subtle but undeniable trace of his Appa in his very being.

If Jungkook had forged the underworld in his reign of fire, then Jiguk had been born in the ashes—ready to rule.

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Imagine her hairs are very long and till hip bone okay ?

Jeon Jaehi – The Future Chairwoman of the Jeon Business Empire
20 years old

If Jiguk was the underworld's future Emperor, then Jeon Jaehi was the business empire's undisputed Queen.

Where Jiguk ruled with bullets and blood, Jaehi dominated with power and influence.

Jaehi was her father's female reflection—identical in features, equally commanding in presence.

If Jeon Jiguk was Jungkook's reborn, then Jeon Jaehi was his perfect female counterpart.

A replica, a manifestation of Jeon Jungkook—only in the body of a goddess.

Her huge, expressive doe-eyes, lined with thick lashes, made her look ethereal. But like her father and brother—her gaze was lethal. One glance, and she could command a room, strike fear, or lure a man to his downfall.

Her thin, rosy lips—soft yet firm—were an exact match to both Jungkook and Jiguk's, and beneath them sat the infamous Jeon mole, sealing her as Jungkook's undeniable blood.

Her hair was her crown—long, thick, and cascading past her hips in waves of jet-black silk. She moved with an elegance that made men weak and women envious, each motion effortless yet precise.

But Jaehi wasn't just beautiful.

She was powerful.

She was the future Chairwoman of the Jeon Business Empire.

Unlike her twin, who was raised to inherit the underground world, Jaehi had been trained since childhood to take over the legitimate empire built by their fathers.

She was currently pursuing her graduation in business, her entire education designed to shape her into a ruthless, untouchable business mogul.

And as soon as she graduated, she was set to take over the Jeon Corporation—a multi-billion dollar empire that controlled industries across the globe.

She had Jimin's elegance, his intelligence, his way with words that could disarm or destroy.

And just like Jiguk, she, too, had inherited their Appa's fair, milky-white complexion and slender, graceful hands.

But her body?

That was all Jungkook. Just like Jiguk got from their dad and skin tone of their Appa.

Her hourglass figure—impossibly perfect, curved in all the right places—was the kind of beauty that made kings go to war.

Her ample, firm breasts, the kind that left men tongue-tied. Her narrow waist, leading down to thick, sculpted thighs—just like their fathers.

She was sensuality and power combined, dripping in the untouchable aura of the Jeon bloodline.

If Jeon Jungkook had been born a woman—he would have been Jeon Jaehi.

The devil's daughter.

And just like her brother—she was destined to rule.

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Perfection Forged by Two Legends

Both twins were a flawless fusion of their fathers.

Jiguk—the embodiment of Jungkook's ruthless power and Jimin's silent elegance.

Jaehi—the ultimate female manifestation of Jungkook's dominance and Jimin's irresistible charm.

One ruled the underworld.

The other ruled the corporate world.

Together—they were unstoppable.

The devil's blood.

The underworld's future.

And the very proof that when gods and demons joined hands—they created something untouchable.

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The night had been chaotic.

The twins weren't even sure how it happened.

One moment, they had been standing near the lake, arguing about their next mission. The next—they were falling.

It wasn't like they had slipped, nor had someone pushed them.

It was as if the ground had disappeared beneath their feet, the very air shifting around them, sending them plummeting into the dark, icy depths of the lake.

The cold punched the breath from their lungs, their bodies instinctively fighting against the weight of the water, arms pushing forward, legs kicking to break the surface.

And then—

They did.

Jiguk gasped, his head breaking free first, followed by Jaehi's. They sucked in deep, ragged breaths, their lungs burning as they treaded water.

"What the fuck was that?" Jaehi coughed, pushing her soaked hair back.

Jiguk blinked through the water dripping down his face, his heart still pounding. "I—I don't know. That was weird as hell."

"Wait..." Jaehi's brows furrowed, her sharp eyes darting around the lake, something feeling... off. "Why does this place feel different?"

Jiguk looked too. It was the same lake, the same mansion up the hill... but something wasn't right.

It felt wrong.

As if the air itself had changed.

The mansion still stood tall and grand, lights glowing softly in the night—but the energy around them was unfamiliar.

And then—they heard voices.

Two men stood near the gates, their guns strapped to their hips, casually discussing something in hushed tones.

Jaehi squinted, focusing on their conversation.

"The next mission is on the 12th of August. Everything is in place."

Jaehi froze.

Jiguk stilled beside her.

His voice was quiet, but sharp. "...Did he just say August?"

Jaehi's stomach dropped.

That wasn't right.

"...The last thing I remember," Jaehi whispered, her throat dry, "was today being November 12th."

Jiguk's eyes widened.

"That's three months..." His voice trailed off, his mind racing.

"...Back in time." Jaehi finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stared at each other.

Silence.

Then—"No fucking way."

Jaehi pressed her fingers against her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. "Okay, okay. Maybe we hit our heads and—"

"Jaehi." Jiguk's voice was low.

She opened her eyes.

Jiguk's face was pale, his jaw tight. "Look at the mansion."

Jaehi turned, stilling. The mansion was the same... but different.

The banners weren't the same. The security uniforms weren't the same. Even the goddamn lighting was slightly different.

Panic twisted in her chest. "What the actual fuck?" she breathed.

Jiguk's fingers curled into fists. "...We're not in the right time."

The weight of his words crashed over them.

Jaehi sucked in a sharp breath. "...We time-traveled."

Jiguk rubbed his face aggressively. "That's ridiculous Jaehi. Shits only in movies and novels, I remember we didn't had any Time Machine inventions the process is almost there but no one finished it yet."

"Then explain why everything is different, dumbass!" Jaehi snapped, her voice rising. "We're in the past! That means—"

Her words stuck in her throat. Jiguk's body tensed beside her.

Because at that moment—they saw him.

A man stood near the entrance of the mansion, speaking into a phone, his posture radiating authority.

His broad back was turned toward them, shoulders squared, his crisp navy-blue shirt hugging his powerful frame. A man bun sat perfectly at the back of his head, strands of jet-black hair escaping to brush against his nape.

The very air around him felt heavy.

Powerful. Unshaken. Timeless.

Neither twin could move.

Jaehi swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Bro..." she whispered, eyes wide. "I've never seen such a hot man in my life."

Jiguk let out a slow breath. "Yeah... he looks so fine he could turn any man gay just by his back."

Then—

The man turned.

Jaehi's breath hitched.

Jiguk stiffened.

The moment his face came into view, everything around them stopped.

Because standing there, dressed in deadly elegance, his sharp jaw clenched in concentration, his piercing dark eyes fixed on his phone—

Was their father.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jiguk's heart slammed against his ribs.

His voice was hoarse, shaking. "Holy fucking shit—that's Dad!"

Jaehi's entire body locked. Her voice barely escaped her lips. "...What the fuck?"

Jiguk's breathing was shallow. "Am I—am I seeing things?"

Jaehi couldn't look away. "No, bro. I see him too."

Jungkook frowned at whatever was being said on the phone, his sharp features unreadable, his presence like an unstoppable force. He hadn't noticed them yet.

But they noticed him.

And they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Jaehi's hands clawed into Jiguk's arm. "But how—how is he—?"

Jiguk swallowed thickly. "...Why does he look so young?"

Jaehi sucked in a breath, her fingers tightening. "And so—so handsomely breathtaking?"

Jiguk snapped his head toward her. "JAEHI, NOT THE TIME TO DROOL OVER OUR DAD!."

"I'M PROCESSING, OKAY?!" she whisper-yelled, her heart racing.

Jiguk's mind was running a million miles a second.
Time travel. Three months back. And now, standing in front of them—

But Their father, younger, untouched by time.

Fresh, bright, Alive.

Jiguk rubbed his face aggressively. "We are losing our goddamn minds."

Jaehi's lips parted in shock, her head spinning. "Jiguk... what if—"

Jiguk turned to her, his pulse loud in his ears. Jaehi's voice came out barely above a whisper. "What if we aren't supposed to be here?"

Jiguk's stomach dropped. Neither of them spoke.

Jungkook let out a sharp sigh, hanging up the phone, his expression unreadable.

And then—his gaze flickered.

Toward them.

Jiguk and Jaehi froze.

And in that moment—

Everything changed.

Jungkook's sharp gaze locked onto them, piercing, calculating.

Jiguk and Jaehi froze, standing there, soaking wet, their clothes clinging to their bodies, their breaths uneven from the shock.

For a moment, no one moved.

Jungkook's expression didn't change, but his eyes narrowed slightly, assessing them—two strangers near his territory, standing way too comfortably on the Jeon estate grounds.

Jiguk swallowed thickly, heart hammering in his chest. Jaehi's fingers clenched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin.

"Jiguk..." she whispered, so low only he could hear. "We need to go."

"Yeah. Fucking run."

They didn't wait.

Like a switch flipped, both twins turned on their heels and bolted, feet slamming against the pavement, sprinting toward the mansion's back gardens.

Jungkook's voice was calm but firm. "Who the hell are they?"

One of the guards immediately reacted. "Get them!"

Shit.

Jaehi cursed, grabbing Jiguk's wrist as they veered sharply to the left, slipping into a narrow alley between the estate walls.

Jiguk could hear the guards shouting orders behind them, footsteps closing in. His mind raced—What the fuck was happening?

Jaehi's breath was ragged. "Jiguk, this—this isn't right."

Jiguk gritted his teeth. "No shit."

They darted through the back entrance of the mansion's east wing, pushing through doors they had walked through a million times before—but this time, it felt like breaking in.

Jaehi's hands trembled. The halls were the same. The architecture, the smell of polished wood and expensive cologne lingering in the air—everything was familiar.

And yet... it wasn't.

The Realization

Jaehi yanked Jiguk into a dimly lit room, slamming the door shut behind them. Both twins pressed their backs against the wooden surface, panting, their hearts pounding.

For a moment, silence.

Then—Jiguk exhaled sharply, running his hands through his wet hair.

"What the fuck is happening?"

Jaehi gulped, her chest heaving. "I—I don't know. But this isn't right." She glanced around the room—the same guest lounge that had been in the mansion forever. The same dark golden oak table, the same paintings on the walls...

But something felt wrong.

Jiguk's jaw tightened. He grabbed a nearby newspaper off the desk, his hands shaking as he unfolded it.

His eyes scanned the front page—

And everything stopped.

Jaehi's breath hitched as she peered over his shoulder.

There, printed in bold letters, was the date.

August 10th, 2025.

2025.

Not 2045.

Jiguk staggered back. His entire body went cold.

"Jaehi..." His voice cracked.

Jaehi's stomach twisted violently.

She snatched the newspaper, reading and rereading the numbers, praying they would change.

They didn't.

Her hands began to shake.

"...We're not in the past." Jaehi's voice was barely above a whisper, her face pale.

Jiguk's throat felt tight. "No." He swallowed hard, his pulse roaring in his ears.

"Yes, We're in the goddamn past."

2045 Is Gone

The weight of their realization crashed over them.

They were supposed to be in 2045.

Not two decades back.

Not when their father was still young, still in power, still the ruthless Emperor of the Underworld.

Not when they didn't even exist yet.

Jaehi let out a breathless, shaky laugh, her head spinning. "Jiguk, this—this is a joke, right?"

Jiguk's fingers clenched around the newspaper, his jaw locked.

This wasn't a joke.

This was real.

They weren't just in the past.

They were in a world where they hadn't even been born yet. A world where no one knew who the hell they were.

Jaehi's knees buckled, her back sliding down the door until she hit the floor, her fingers trembling against the paper in her lap.

She felt like going crazy.

Jiguk, still standing, exhaled sharply, his hands bracing against the desk as he tried to steady himself.

They were stranded.

Two Jeon heirs, stuck twenty years before their time.

And worst of all— They had no idea how to get back. The weight of time itself pressed against them. The 2045 they knew was gone.

The realization that they were in 2025—not just a few months back, but two entire decades— had settled in like a blade between their ribs.

Their Dad, Jeon Jungkook, the Emperor of the Underworld, was still in his prime. Still untouchable. Still ruthless.

And worst of all—he didn't know who they were.

The very man who had raised them, trained them, shaped them into the leaders of the Jeon Empire...

Would see them as intruders.

Enemies.

And Jiguk and Jaehi both knew exactly what happened to those who trespassed in the Jeon territory.

Jaehi let out a shaky breath, forcing herself to think. "Okay, let's not panic."

Jiguk, still bracing himself against the desk, let out a harsh laugh. "Not panic? Jaehi, Dad almost saw us."

His hands curled into fists. "You and I both know how he deals with enemies."

Jaehi shot him a glare. "No shit, Sherlock." She ran a hand through her damp hair, trying to shove away the creeping panic clawing at her ribs. "That's why we need to do something."

Jiguk scoffed. "Like what?"

Jaehi's eyes flickered with sharp irritation. "You're the one in Dad's position in our time. You're the Emperor in our time, genius. So use your stupid brain and think of something!"

Jiguk's lips parted—but no words came out.

Because for the first time in his life, his brain was failing him. How the fuck were they supposed to survive this?

Then—something clicked.

His posture straightened.

The recruitment.

Jaehi saw the shift in his expression immediately. "What?"

Jiguk turned to her, eyes sharp, calculating. "The new members recruitment."

Jaehi blinked. "What about it?"

Jiguk's brain was moving fast now. "It happens in the left wing of the mansion, right?"

Jaehi's brows furrowed. "Yeah, but—"

Jiguk's voice lowered. "Then all we have to do is replace two new recruits. We'll tell Dad we're fresh trainees who got lost trying to find the right wing."

A beat of silence.

Then—

Jaehi snorted.

Jiguk frowned. "What?"

Jaehi gave him a look. "Fucking Jeon Jiguk, he's the Emperor. Do you really think we can fool him that easily?"

Jiguk clenched his jaw. "It's the best shot we've got."

Jaehi rolled her eyes. "There's paperwork, dumbass. You know Dad—there's no way he'd allow a single person into the organization without having their entire bloodline traced back three generations."

Jiguk exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Right. Paperwork. Fuck."

Jaehi folded her arms. "Now what, genius?"

Jiguk's jaw tightened. Then—his lips curled into a smirk. Jaehi tensed. That was a dangerous look.

Jiguk turned to her, eyes gleaming. "Then we'll attack the ones who haven't submitted their DAF."

Jaehi's brows lifted. "The Detailed Admission Form?"

Jiguk nodded. "Some of the new recruits always slack on submitting it. We just need to find two of those poor bastards, take them out, and replace them."

Jaehi stared at him. Then she let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's actually not a bad plan."

Jiguk smirked. "Told you I had a brain."

Jaehi rolled her eyes. "Okay, genius. But what about the cameras? The guards?"

Jiguk's smirk deepened. "Jaehi, are you dumb, or did time travel fuck your senses?"

Jaehi scowled. "Excuse me?"

Jiguk leaned in slightly, voice dropping. "We're Jeons. We grew up in this mansion. We know every goddamn secret passage."

Jaehi's lips parted. Then—she grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Jiguk took a deep breath. "We need to move before they catch us. Left wing. Now."

Jaehi cracked her knuckles. "Lead the way, Your Majesty."

And with that—the Jeon twins disappeared into the shadows. into their own home.

The halls were the same, yet different. Guards they didn't recognize, minor layout changes, different security rotations. It was disorienting, but they kept moving.

Because time was against them.

Because Jeon Jungkook was against them.

And if they got caught before setting their plan in motion...

They wouldn't even have the chance to explain before getting executed in their own home.

The left wing of the mansion was quieter, but not empty. This was where the recruitment process happened, where new members of the Jeon mafia were trained, tested, and evaluated.

Jaehi's eyes scanned the hallways, looking for a vulnerable recruit. "There." She nudged Jiguk.

Two young men—barely in their twenties—were loitering near the common area, talking in hushed voices.

Jiguk's sharp ears caught part of their conversation.

"...Haven't submitted my paperwork yet. Don't even have my ID yet. It's a mess, man."

Bingo.

Jaehi smirked. "Amateurs."

Jiguk cracked his knuckles. "I almost feel bad for them."

Jaehi scoffed. "Don't. It's their fault for slacking."

Two minutes later, those recruits were knocked out cold in one of the mansion's storage rooms. Jaehi adjusted her sleeves, stepping over one of the unconscious men. "That was almost too easy."

Jiguk threw on the uniform he had stolen from their unfortunate victims, fixing the sleeves and collar. "These rookies don't have instincts yet."

Jaehi was already slipping into hers. "Good for us."

With their disguises in place, the twins blended into the crowd of new recruits entering the main training hall. Jaehi walked confidently beside Jiguk, her voice low. "Okay. We act normal. Blend in. No sudden movements."

Jiguk nodded. "And whatever you do—don't get too cocky."

Jaehi gasped. "Me? Cocky?"

Jiguk glared at her. Jaehi sighed. "...Fine."

Guards briefly checked IDs at the entrance, but since many recruits hadn't submitted their full paperwork yet, the twins easily slipped through.

They had done it. They were officially inside the Jeon mafia recruitment process. Now, all they had to do was stay low, observe, and figure out their next move.

Hours passed.

The mansion had grown quieter as most of the higher-ranking members had gone into their usual late-night work hours, discussing missions, strategies, and power plays. Jaehi and Jiguk had successfully evaded detection so far.

For now, they were safe.

And yet—they couldn't sleep. Not after what they had seen. Not after realizing they were stuck in a time that didn't belong to them.

Jaehi sat near one of the large first-floor windows, her fingers resting against the glass as she looked outside. The garden was bathed in soft, golden light, the air cool, the scent of sandalwood and fresh earth drifting in through the open window.

And there—sitting on a chair, deep in conversation with none other than Min Yoongi—was their father.

Jaehi's breath hitched. Jiguk joined her, following her gaze. Not the man they remembered from 2045.

Sitting there, in the soft glow of golden garden lights, was Jeon Jungkook again, okay it is making sense they were not dreaming becuase they saw their dad again. It was becoming clear that it's not some fucking dream but actual time travel shit going on.

Not the father they had last seen in 2045—one with silver streaks dusting his hair, the weight of the empire carved into his skin, the battle scars deep and heavy.

No—this was their father in his prime. Their beloved dad, their safe place.

His long black hair was tied into a messy yet perfect man bun, strands escaping to frame his chiseled jaw. The piercing on his brow caught the dim light, matching the silver adorning his ears. The tattoos on his hand, curling over his knuckles, were bolder, sharper.

He looked deadly. Effortlessly powerful and charming.

But to them—he was beautiful.

Jaehi's heart clenched.

Jiguk swallowed thickly, his chest tight, aching.

Not the Dad who had trained them, who had raised them to be warriors, who had spoiled them, who had always lifted them in his arms, who had stood at the head of an empire built on blood and steel.

But a younger version of him.

Still ruthless. Still deadly. Still untouchable.

They were speaking in low tones, voices barely reaching the window where the twins sat.

"...The expansion into Italy is going smoothly. But we need to be cautious. There are still loose ends from the last operation."

Jungkook exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. "Kill them."

Yoongi smirked, swirling his drink. "That's always your answer, his majesty."

Jungkook's lips curled. "Because it works."

Jaehi shivered.

Even now—even younger, even twenty years before their time—

Their Dad was still terrifying.

Jiguk exhaled softly, his chest tight.

Jaehi turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "...Dad doesn't even know we exist."

Jiguk's jaw clenched.

That hurt.

That hurt more than anything.

Their Dad, who had wiped their tears when their appa motivated them, consoled them, their dad was here who had taught them how to survive in a world built on power and deception—

But Didn't know them.

Didn't even know they would be born.

Didn't know his future.

Jaehi blinked rapidly, forcing herself to keep her emotions in check.

Jiguk, on the other hand, turned away from the window, pressing his back against the wall. His breathing was uneven.

Jaehi looked at him. "Are you okay?"

Jiguk let out a slow, sharp breath. "I don't know."

Jaehi bit her lip. "Do you think we'll ever get back?"

Jiguk didn't answer. Because for the first time, he wasn't sure. And that scared the hell out of him.

Jaehi let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly as her vision blurred with emotion. "He looks..." She trailed off, words failing her.

Jiguk exhaled deeply. "...Fucking unreal."

It was still him. Their dad, their world.

Younger, fiercer, untamed.

And God, it made their hearts swell.

Jaehi's fingers trembled, her nails digging into her palm. "I missed him." Her voice cracked. "I didn't even realize how much until now."

Jiguk clenched his jaw, his throat tightening. "Yeah," he admitted quietly. "Me too."

Their Dad sat casually, legs crossed, forearms resting on the chair's arms—but even in his relaxed position, he was commanding. Untouchable. The air around him was thick with presence, authority, a power no one could replicate.

Jaehi wiped at her eyes, whispering, "I never thought I'd see him like this again."

Jiguk's fingers twitched against the wooden frame, his chest aching with something deeper than longing.

They wanted to run to him.

To call him "Dad love you."

To have him look at them with recognition.

But he wouldn't.

Because in this time—they didn't exist.

Jaehi sniffled, pressing a hand to her chest. "I feel like I could just... go out there and hug him, and he'd wrap his arms tightly around me like he always did."

Jiguk exhaled sharply, his mind flashing with memories.

Jungkook carrying them when they were little, one twin in each arm. His strong grip never failing, his warmth always keeping them safe.

His voice, deep and unwavering, telling them bedtime stories of avengers, of battles won by Jeon Mafia, of victories they would one day claim. While their appa feed them lovingly and scolding them sometimes.

"Dad's hands, rough and calloused, but always gentle when he held us."

Jiguk's throat bobbed. "Yeah."

Then—

His breath hitched.

Jaehi froze beside him.

Because walking towards their father, as effortlessly elegant as always, was Jeon Jimin.

Their Appa.

Jiguk's hand shot out, clutching Jaehi's shoulder so tightly she gasped. Jaehi's knees almost buckled.

She felt her heartbeat stutter, her chest tighten.

Because standing there—
Was Jeon Jimin.

Fresh, Alive, young. Breathing. More beautiful than ever.

His long silver-blonde hair cascaded down his back, catching the soft glow of the garden lights. His black silk shirt hugged his frame, tailored to perfection, the first few buttons undone, revealing smooth, pale skin.

And his eyes.

God, his eyes.

Dark, piercing, filled with unspoken words, silent power, and something soft only their dad ever got to see.

Jaehi's chest constricted painfully.

Jiguk felt lightheaded.

Because—fuck.

They forgot how devastatingly beautiful he was.

How he moved like the world bent around him.

How his very presence demanded attention, not through force, but through sheer existence.

Jaehi felt a tear slip down her cheek.

Jiguk was too stunned to speak.

Their parents.

Side by side.

In their youth. In their power.

Before the burdens of the empire weighed too heavy. Before time stole moments from them. Jaehi bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

Then—

They couldn't help it.

They jumped.

Like they were little kids again. Like they weren't the Jeon heirs, the most feared pair of siblings, so out of character seeing their parents literally like children, literally their little kids again.

Jiguk grabbed Jaehi's shoulders, shaking her excitedly. "HOLY SHIT, JAEHI! LOOK! IT'S APPA!"

Jaehi was already jumping in place, hands covering her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief. "I CAN SEE HIM TOO, DUMBASS!"

Jiguk gasped dramatically. "HE LOOKS SO PRETTY. I WANT TO CRY."

Jaehi actually did. "OH MY GOD, HE'S SO GORGEOUS, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Jiguk clutched his chest like he was physically in pain. "JAEHI, LOOK AT THEM. LOOK. AT. THEM."

Jaehi wiped at her tear-streaked face. "I AM! I AM LOOKING! I CAN'T STOP LOOKING!"

They were grinning like maniacs, barely containing their excitement.

Forgetting, for just one moment, that they weren't supposed to be there.

Forgetting that their parents didn't know them.

Forgetting everything except the sheer joy of seeing them like this.

Jaehi let out a choked laugh, her entire body trembling. "Jiguk... dad and appa. They're infront of us so young and breathtaking."

Jiguk's vision blurred.

He nodded.

And for the first time since they had landed in this unfamiliar past— It didn't feel so terrifying anymore.

"You know we are behaving like clowns but fuck it's the pure happiness Im feeling seeing both of them so young and beautiful." Jiguk whispered.

"Yeah, I know. I can be a forever clown and dust for both of them." Jaehi whispered back.

Jaehi and Jiguk were still bouncing in excitement, eyes glued to their parents below, too overwhelmed, too emotional, too utterly in shock to even think straight.

They didn't hear the distant creak of the balcony railing.

Didn't notice how dangerously close Jaehi's foot had slipped past the edge.

Until—

The wood beneath her gave way.

Jaehi's breath caught. Her body tilted backward.

For one horrifying second—gravity seized her.

And she fell down from the top.

Jiguk's soul left his body.

"JAEHI!" His scream ripped through the night, his heart fucking stopping.

There was no time to think. No time to react.

His twin— his other half— was plummeting straight toward the ground below.

Right towards their dad.

Jiguk barely registered anything—only the sheer terror pulsing through his veins. His body moved on its own. He sprinted.

The Impact

Jaehi, meanwhile, was mid-air.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. OH, FUCK.

The garden lights spun around her, wind whipping through her hair, and she braced for pain, braced for the impact of breaking something, braced for the sheer humiliation of dying before even figuring out how to time-travel back home.

But instead—

She crashed into something solid and soft.

No—someone.

A deep, pained grunt vibrated through her ears.

She blinked.

And then, realization hit her like a goddamn train.

Because she wasn't on the ground. She didn't fell on ground with bleeding body or broken bones.

She was in someone's lap.

And that someone—

Was Jeon Jungkook.

Her Dad.

In his prime.

Silence.

The entire mansion grounds fell still.

Jungkook sat stiffly in the carved iron chair, his arms locked around the small body that had quite literally fallen from the sky out of nowhere.

His face was unreadable with a painful hiss.

But holy fucking shit— his thighs hurt like hell.

A vein throbbed in his forehead as the realization sank in. A whole-ass human being had just landed on his lap at full force.

Jungkook's legs were screaming.

He was a powerful man, strong as hell, fast as lightning, trained to withstand bullets and break ribs with his bare hands.

But a whole grown girl dropping from two stories up?

That. Hurt.

Jungkook's expression remained neutral trying to process what has just happened.

But in his head—

What the fuck.

His mind caught up two seconds too late.

One minute, he was having a deep discussion with Yoongi about operations. The next, a body crashed into his goddamn lap.

At full force.

On his thighs.

His poor, poor thighs.

Jaehi's own mind was short-circuiting.

Jungkook was in pain. Not just any pain.

Absolute, excruciating, what-the-fuck-just-happened-to-my-body pain.

His thighs were screaming.

His bones? Might as well have been shattered.

His entire lower body? Nonexistent. Gone. Useless.

And the cause of his suffering?

A girl—some random, reckless, completely unhinged girl—who had dropped from the sky and landed on his lap like a goddamn human-sized meteor.

Jungkook's breath uneven. His jaw clenched. His entire body locked up in stunned agony. Jungkook was in so much of pain that his brain has stopped working.

His muscles tensed violently, his hands instinctively gripping the girl's waist—not out of protection, but out of sheer survival instincts because, holy fuck, the pain.

His head tilted back slightly, jaw tightening, brows furrowing. His lips parted slightly, his breath slow, controlled—

But his thighs were absolutely killing him.

Yoongi, watching the scene unfold, blinked slowly, unimpressed.

"...Did she just break your legs?"

Jungkook's eyelids fluttered as he processed the hell his body was going through.

Then—he turned to Yoongi.

And glared.

Jungkook's voice came out low, sharp, and dripping with pain.

"...shut the fuck up Yoongi."

Yoongi smirked, sipping his drink. "Yeah?"

Jungkook inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping Jaehi's waist.

"I think my fucking legs just got cut in half."

Jaehi froze.

Her body stiffened against his, eyes widening as she felt just how hard he was clenching his muscles beneath her.

Jimin had been sitting beside Jungkook, deep in conversation with Yoongi, when the world suddenly turned into absolute insanity.

One second, he was calmly listening to Jungkook discuss security expansions—and the next, a whole human being came falling from the sky, landing straight onto his husband's lap with the force of a goddamn missile.

Jimin's entire body tensed.

His breath hitched, his heart nearly stopping when he saw Jungkook's expression—pure, unfiltered agony twisting his features, his sharp jaw clenching, his brows furrowing so deeply it looked like he had just been shot.

And oh god, his legs.

Jimin's chest tightened.

Because he knew—he just knew—Jungkook was in excruciating pain, but being Jeon Jungkook, he wasn't going to scream or show weakness.

Instead, Jungkook just sat there, his entire body locked up, his hands gripping the girl's waist, his lips slightly parted as if trying to focus through the sheer pain pulsing through his thighs.

Jimin's instincts kicked in immediately.

He was by Jungkook's side in an instant, one elegant hand resting on his husband's shoulder, the other reaching for his thigh, his sharp eyes scanning for any damage.

"Jungkook—" His voice was soft, urgent, worried and Jimin he himself confused.

Jungkook barely turned his head, but Jimin could see it—the way his breath shuddered, the way his fingers twitched, the way he was clearly holding back a groan of pain.

Jimin's stomach dropped.

What the hell just happened? Who was this girl? And more importantly—was Jungkook okay?

Because if not—someone was about to fucking die.

Her face was buried against Jungkook's chest, her hands gripping onto his shoulders like her life depended on it.

Because, well—it fucking did.

Jaehi.exe has stopped working.

Her brain: Empty.

Nothing.

No thoughts.

Only pure, unfiltered holy-fucking-shit.

The solid warmth beneath her, the familiar scent of expensive cologne, the raw strength in the arms that had reflexively caught her—

It was real.

Too real.

Her dad had just caught her.

Not as his daughter.

But as a random girl who fell from the sky.

And—oh God—he didn't know who the hell she was.

She felt Jungkook's grip tighten slightly, his head tilting down, as if processing whether to snap her neck or drop-kick her into the next dimension.

Jaehi swallowed. Hard.

Slowly—very slowly— she lifted her head.

And locked eyes with her father.

Dark. Piercing. Unforgiving.

Her soul left her body a second time.

Meanwhile Jiguk: Suffering in 4K, Jiguk had nearly crashed through the garden doors, sprinting at full speed. He skidded to a stop, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. And then, he saw it.

His twin.

Sitting on Jeon Jungkook's lap.

Jungkook's lap.

Their Dad's lap.

Jiguk's brain malfunctioned.

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

He closed it.

Tried again.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK."

Yoongi, who had been relaxing in his seat seconds prior, lowered his glass. His brow arched. He leaned back. And said, completely deadpan— "Well. That just happened."

Jungkook's fingers twitched. His entire thighs throbbed in pain, but his grip around Jaehi didn't loosen.

His eyes flicked toward Jiguk.

Then back at Jaehi.

Then at his aching goddamn legs.

And then—

"...Who the fuck are you?" His bone chilling voice echoed through out the garden.

Jaehi gulped. Jiguk's hands went to his head. He froze like a statue.

The word had slipped deadly.

And they could see it—

The way Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Anger evident in his eyes and Jaehi was like frozen unable to move in his lap. Jimin in confusion worried for his husbands thighs and the sudden impact of fall, he doesn't how his husband will react now heck he himself is confused unable to lift the girl up from Jungkook's lap.

So guys any reactions ? How was the sudden new twist ?

Now what will happen next to the Jeon siblings? Any guesses ?