Reborn as the Villain’S Brother
Episode 1
Rain lashes against the asphalt in sheets of gray. Neon signs from a nearby convenience store blur into smears of electric blue and violent pink.
A white sedan hydroplanes. The tires scream, a high-pitched wail that cuts through the thunder.
Inside the car, JEON JUNGKOOK (19) grips the steering wheel. His knuckles are white. His eyes wide.
Through the windshield, a massive truck barrels toward him, headlights two blinding suns that swallow the world.
The sound of impact is a deafening crunch. Glass shatters into a million diamonds. Metal folds like wet paper.
Silence follows. Only the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of a dying engine and the steady beat of rain on a ruined roof.
Jeon Jungkook
I remember the cold. Not the cold of the rain, but a sudden, absolute void. I thought about the book I had just finished reading. The Crimson Crown. A story of blood, betrayal, and a villain so cruel he made the readers cheer for his execution. I hated the ending. Not because the villain died, but because he took everyone he ever loved down with him.
Darkness swallows the frame.
Warmth. The smell of sandalwood and heavy lilies.
Jungkook opens his eyes. He is staring at a canopy of deep emerald velvet. Golden tassels dangle from the edges, shimmering in the morning light.
He tries to move. His body feels light, almost fragile. He pushes himself up on elbows that feel too thin.
He is lying in a bed the size of a large room. The sheets are silk, sliding against his skin with a cool, liquid sensation.
Jeon Jungkook
(Voice raspy, barely a whisper)
Where...
He stops. His voice sounds different. Higher. Sweeter.
He looks at his hands. They are pale, the skin translucent like fine porcelain. The fingers are long and slender, devoid of the calluses he had from years of guitar playing.
He bolts upright, his heart hammering against his ribs. He scans the room. It is a masterclass in aristocratic excess. Gilded mirrors, mahogany wardrobes, and a fireplace carved from black marble.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet hit a plush cream rug. He stumbles toward the full-length mirror in the corner.
The reflection is not the college student who died in a rainstorm.
A youth stares back. Large, doe-like eyes the color of dark chocolate. A small, straight nose. Lips the color of crushed cherries, naturally plump. His skin is flawless, glowing with a soft, ethereal luminescence. He looks like a painting brought to life, a delicate creature designed for a gilded cage.
Jeon Jungkook
(Trembling)
No. This is... this can't be.
He touches his cheek. The reflection does the same.
Jeon Jungkook
I know this face. I have seen it in the illustrations of the webnovel. The fragile, beautiful younger brother of the antagonist. Jeon Jungkook. The boy who spent the first half of the story as a pampered doll and the second half as a corpse, executed alongside his family during the Great Purge.
He sinks to the floor, his silk pajamas pooling around him.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm in the book. I'm actually in the book.
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Episode 2
A sharp knock echoes through the room. The heavy oak door creaks open.
A MAID enters. She is dressed in a stiff black and white uniform, her expression a mask of practiced neutrality. She carries a silver tray with a porcelain tea set.
minah
(Bowing deeply)
Good morning, Young Master Jungkook. You slept longer than usual. Your brother is already in the study. He expects you for breakfast.
Jungkook stares at her. The maid doesn't look at him; she keeps her gaze fixed on the floor. There is a tremor in her hands as she sets the tray on the bedside table.
Jeon Jungkook
My... brother?
The maid flinches. She looks up, her eyes wide with a flicker of genuine fear.
minah
Yes, Young Master. Lord Seokjin. Please, hurry. You know how he dislikes waiting.
The maid bows again and retreats from the room with a haste that borders on panic. She closes the door with a soft click, leaving Jungkook in a suffocating silence.
Jeon Jungkook
Lord Seokjin. The primary antagonist. A man whose cruelty was legendary. In the novel, he treated Jungkook as a possession, a trophy to be displayed. He was the catalyst for the family's downfall, his obsession with power blinding him to the rebellion brewing in the capital. And I am the only person in this entire house who knows exactly how this ends.
Jungkook stands up. He looks at the mirror again. The fear is there, but beneath it, a spark of defiance ignites.
Jeon Jungkook
I'm not dying this time. Not me, and not them.
Episode 3
The dining hall is a cavern of opulence. A long table of polished obsidian stretches across the room, reflecting the flickering light of a dozen crystal chandeliers.
At the head of the table sits JEON SEOKJIN (27).
He is devastatingly handsome in a way that feels predatory. Sharp, angular features. Eyes like shards of ice that seem to strip away a person's soul. He wears a high-collared black coat with silver embroidery that clings to his broad shoulders.
He is cutting a piece of steak with surgical precision. The sound of the knife scraping the plate is the only noise in the room.
To his right and left sit the PARENTS. The Duke and Duchess of Jeon. They are statues of nobility, their faces cold and distant, barely glancing at one another.
Jungkook enters the room. His footsteps echo on the marble.
As he approaches, the atmosphere shifts. The air becomes heavy, thick with an unspoken tension.
Jeon Seokjin
(Without looking up)
You are seven minutes late, Jungkook.
The voice is a smooth baritone, like velvet wrapped around a blade.
Jungkook stops. He feels a shiver run down his spine. This is the man who, in the novel, once burned down a village just to find a lost piece of jewelry.
Jeon Jungkook
I apologize, Brother. I was... unwell.
Seokjin stops cutting. He lifts his head. His ice-blue eyes lock onto Jungkook's.
The intensity is overwhelming. It feels like being pinned under a microscope. Seokjin studies him, his gaze lingering on Jungkook's trembling lips.
Jeon Seokjin
Unwell? You look radiant. Perhaps too radiant. It makes you look fragile. Like something that could break if I squeezed too hard.
A small, cruel smile touches Seokjin's lips.
The Duchess speaks, her voice devoid of warmth.
Jeon Suyeon
Eat your breakfast, Jungkook. We have guests arriving this afternoon. The Kim family is visiting to discuss the trade treaty.
Jungkook freezes. The Kim family.
Jeon Jungkook
Thinking [The Kims. The protagonists. The family that eventually leads the revolution. And specifically, Kim Taehyung. The man destined to execute my brother.]
Jeon Seokjin
(Sipping wine)
The Kims. A family of idealistic fools. They believe in justice and honor while the world burns around them. I find their nobility... tedious.
Jeon Seokjin
"Seokjin looks at Jungkook, his eyes narrowing."
Jeon Seokjin
You will be on your best behavior, little brother. You are the face of this house's grace. Do not embarrass me with your usual clumsiness.
Jungkook looks at the plate of food in front of him. He can't eat. The image of the guillotine from the novel's final chapters flashes in his mind.
Jeon Jungkook
(Softly)
Do you truly hate them, Brother?
The room goes silent. The Duke stops chewing. The Duchess freezes.
No one asks Seokjin about his feelings. No one dares to challenge his perspective.
Seokjin sets his glass down with a deliberate clink. He leans forward, the movement slow and predatory.
Jeon Seokjin
Hate is a strong word, Jungkook. Hate requires an emotional investment. I don't hate the Kims. I simply view them as obstacles. And obstacles are meant to be removed.
He reaches out, his long fingers gripping Jungkook's chin. He forces Jungkook to look him in the eye. The grip is firm, bordering on painful.
Jeon Seokjin
Tell me, why are you suddenly so interested in the politics of the capital? You usually spend your days painting flowers and hiding in the library.
Jeon Jungkook
[Jungkook's heart races. He can feel the heat of Seokjin's skin, the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic, like blood.]
Jeon Jungkook
I just... I want us to be on good terms with everyone. I don't want there to be any enemies.
Seokjin lets out a short, sharp laugh. He releases Jungkook's chin with a flick of his wrist.
Jeon Seokjin
Innocence is a luxury you can afford because I stand in front of you. Keep your flowers, Jungkook. Leave the enemies to me.
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