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1.ᐟ Wen Taehyung: Hospital in the Moonstone Valley.
2.ᐟ Lan Minjeong: Jungkook's room.
3.ᐟ Wen Felix: Hospital.
4.ᐟ Wen Taeyeon: Nightless city.
5.ᐟ Wen Wonwoo: Hospital in Moonstone Valley.
6.ᐟ Wen Hyunjin: Nightless city.
7.ᐟ Lan Natty: Lounge room.
8.ᐟ Wen Juyeon: Entrance.
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Description
wen jungkook
❝ there was a cruel beauty to his hunger, an elegance to his violence. for him, the world was a canvas, dark and endless, and he the artist who smeared red across the blank spaces. tw: this whole profile.
pet
connection
wen taehyung
a pretty jiang-turned-wen omega, who was kidnapped by jungkook and now is forced into sumission by the prince himself. he had killed everyone taehyung had ever loved just to prove his authority.
uncle
connection
wen wonwoo
the only figure who ever showed him care was his Uncle wonwoo—silent, calculating, and controlling. wonwoo never expressed affection openly, but his presence was a constant, offering guidance and shaping jungkook’s path toward power.
friend
connection
nie aeri
despite their constant bickering in public, they shared an unspoken bond rooted in their similar beliefs. jungkook, though he often mocked aeri as pathetic, couldn’t help, but see her as more worthy than most. beneath the arguments, a strange camaraderie blossomed, one built on mutual respect buried under layers of rivalry.
fling
connection
lan minjeong
jungkook was the fire minjeong craved, a dangerous allure that made her willing to bend a few gusu rules. their meetings were fleeting, filled with intense passion and rivalry, tangled in sensuality and sharp words. outside of those moments, they were enemies, locked in constant argument—one burning, the other cold.
first crush
connection
wen felix
jungkook and felix had been inseparable as kids, their laughter echoing through the halls of the estate. but ruohan’s disdain for felix’s "traitorous" lineage tore them apart, banishing felix from jungkook’s life. Years later, they stood face to face at fenrir academy—felix sharper, bolder, but still unmistakably him.
half bro
connection
wen hyunjin
hyunjin and jungkook were opposites, constantly at odds. as the golden child, hyunjin basked in the family’s praise, while jungkook, once the center of attention, felt overshadowed. hyunjin’s charm and effortless success only fueled jungkook’s resentment, their every interaction crackling with tension.
sister
connection
wen taeyeon
taeyeon once mended jungkook's wounds, her gentle care a balm to his fiery spirit. but when she vanished, leaving him to rise as the next heir, the boy she left behind hardened. now she’s back, but kindness has turned to biting words, and their bond is a battlefield of anger and tension—two people scarred by time, clashing like thunder and lightning.
about me
basics
- Full Name: wen jungkook.
- Date of Birth: 06.09.01 [ 22 ]
- Current Residence: fenrir academy.
- Nicknames: young master wen, jungkookie.
- Orientation: biual.
- Position in bed: top.
- Pack: qishan wen
- Relationship status: single/nsa.
- Second Gender: alpha.
- Position in pack: wen ruohan's son. the heir.
- Bloodline: half-blood.
- Scent: tangerine, sandalwood & sage.
- Power: blue fire manipulation.
- Rut date: 14th - 21st each month.
- Name of his Wolf: kai [ triumphant ].
- Year: 5th former.
- Classes: essential & self-defense advanced.
- Extracurricular: basketball team's captain & music band (bass).
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starboy
the weeknd ft. daft punk
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appearance
- Height: 180 cm.
- Weight: 60 kg.
- Hair Colour: black, shoulder-length.
- Eye Colour: heterochromia - one red, other black.
- Piercings / Tattoos: right sleeve tattoo, right lower lip & eyebrow piercings.
- Fashion: military & edgy style.
- Scars: whip & burn scars all over his back and scratch under his right eye.
- Physical appearance: lean, masculine, athletic and toned.
- Wolf: pitch black fur, crimson red eyes.
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personality
Jungkook is a ruthless and power-hungry prince, driven by a deep-seated thirst for dominance. His soul was shaped by cruelty and neglect, leaving him devoid of compassion or warmth.
The brutal punishments he endured as a child, including the searing lava fire used by his father, burned away any trace of tenderness, leaving only a cold, calculating monster.
He seeks power above all else, believing it is the only way to command respect and control.
Jungkook is unmerciful, showing no hesitation in inflicting pain or destruction upon those who stand in his way.
His half-blood lineage and the shame of his dead omega mother fuel his disdain for weakness, and he has no qualms about using others as stepping stones to achieve his goals.
Cruelty and authority define him—he has no heart, only a relentless drive to dominate, manipulate, and destroy anyone, who dares challenge him.
His heart, buried beneath layers of anger and distrust, aches for something he can’t remember—something he’s never known. In the quiet moments, when the power and fear fade away, Jungkook is left with the crushing weight of loneliness, a young soul desperate for connection but too afraid to show it.
The brutal punishments he endured as a child, including the searing lava fire used by his father, burned away any trace of tenderness, leaving only a cold, calculating monster.
He seeks power above all else, believing it is the only way to command respect and control.
Jungkook is unmerciful, showing no hesitation in inflicting pain or destruction upon those who stand in his way.
His half-blood lineage and the shame of his dead omega mother fuel his disdain for weakness, and he has no qualms about using others as stepping stones to achieve his goals.
Cruelty and authority define him—he has no heart, only a relentless drive to dominate, manipulate, and destroy anyone, who dares challenge him.
His heart, buried beneath layers of anger and distrust, aches for something he can’t remember—something he’s never known. In the quiet moments, when the power and fear fade away, Jungkook is left with the crushing weight of loneliness, a young soul desperate for connection but too afraid to show it.
positive traits
attentive, strategic, RESILIENT, SMART, AUTHORITATIVE, UNYIELDING.
negative traits
emotionally detached, sarcastic, cruel, power-hungry, vindictive, violent.
likes
redbulls, sport, color red, fire, red roses, smoking, motorcycles, bubble tea, dogs, rock music, animated movies, home made meal, bass guitar.
dislikes
whips, belts, color pink, barbie dolls, lan clan, classical music, broccoli.
hobbies
despite him looking uninterested in anything, jungkook likes to draw and play his guitar in private. he is also good at sports, especially basketball.
bad habits
playing with his lip ring, nail chewing, cursing.
FEARS
microwaves, belts, cable ties.
sns handle
public - ⋆☾⋆｡°┊ʟᴇᴛᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
private - ❝sns: @l0nElyB0y
private - ❝sns: @l0nElyB0y
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background
Jungkook was born into a world of expectations, wrapped in the weight of legacy.
The son of Ruohan, the mighty and feared patriarch of the Wen clan, and a nameless omega concubine who had been discarded and forgotten by the world - a half-blood. His mother’s blood, tainted by the shame of her lineage, left Jungkook feeling like an outcast from the moment he could understand words.
A half-blood in a world that prized purity.
The truth of his origins gnawed at him. The whispers in the halls, the bitter glances his father would give him, it all carved deep scars into the boy’s soul. He wasn’t like the others, and he was reminded of that every day.
His mother’s body was buried in a nameless grave, her death yet another reminder that he wasn’t worth loving. His father, cold and distant, didn’t even bother to attend her funeral.
Jungkook's life had always been molded by the pressure to be something he was not.
His sister, Taeyeon, had been the apple of their father’s eye. Older, more beautiful, and more gifted, she was the heir Ruohan wanted. But it wasn’t always that way.
When they were children, things were different. They shared a bond, one that Jungkook thought could never be broken. He remembered her laughter, the way she would comfort him when their father was too harsh, too distant. He remembered their secret games, when they would sneak out of the mansion to explore the village nearby. For a while, he thought they were safe in each other’s company.
But that changed when she disappeared.
Three years. Taeyeon had vanished without a trace. Ruohan said nothing, and neither did Jungkook, but the wound it left in his heart festered. He waited, hoped, but when she returned, it wasn’t the sister he knew. It was a stranger with cold eyes, a stranger who spoke of ambition, power, and control - a stranger who had been shaped by the same hands that had shaped their father, but with no love in her heart. Jungkook never spoke of it, but he couldn’t forget the way she had changed. His sister, the one he trusted, had become someone unrecognizable. It was as though she had traded her soul for the power their father promised her, and Jungkook hated her for it. He hated what she had become, and he hated that he no longer had the person who once meant the world to him.
But even as Taeyeon’s heart turned cold, Jungkook’s life took another turn. His father’s methods of “shaping” him had always been harsh. The whispers of his mother’s blood never ceased to haunt him, and Ruohan believed that if he could break him, mold him into something cold and ruthless, he would become the heir he needed.
The son of Ruohan, the mighty and feared patriarch of the Wen clan, and a nameless omega concubine who had been discarded and forgotten by the world - a half-blood. His mother’s blood, tainted by the shame of her lineage, left Jungkook feeling like an outcast from the moment he could understand words.
A half-blood in a world that prized purity.
The truth of his origins gnawed at him. The whispers in the halls, the bitter glances his father would give him, it all carved deep scars into the boy’s soul. He wasn’t like the others, and he was reminded of that every day.
His mother’s body was buried in a nameless grave, her death yet another reminder that he wasn’t worth loving. His father, cold and distant, didn’t even bother to attend her funeral.
Jungkook's life had always been molded by the pressure to be something he was not.
His sister, Taeyeon, had been the apple of their father’s eye. Older, more beautiful, and more gifted, she was the heir Ruohan wanted. But it wasn’t always that way.
When they were children, things were different. They shared a bond, one that Jungkook thought could never be broken. He remembered her laughter, the way she would comfort him when their father was too harsh, too distant. He remembered their secret games, when they would sneak out of the mansion to explore the village nearby. For a while, he thought they were safe in each other’s company.
But that changed when she disappeared.
Three years. Taeyeon had vanished without a trace. Ruohan said nothing, and neither did Jungkook, but the wound it left in his heart festered. He waited, hoped, but when she returned, it wasn’t the sister he knew. It was a stranger with cold eyes, a stranger who spoke of ambition, power, and control - a stranger who had been shaped by the same hands that had shaped their father, but with no love in her heart. Jungkook never spoke of it, but he couldn’t forget the way she had changed. His sister, the one he trusted, had become someone unrecognizable. It was as though she had traded her soul for the power their father promised her, and Jungkook hated her for it. He hated what she had become, and he hated that he no longer had the person who once meant the world to him.
But even as Taeyeon’s heart turned cold, Jungkook’s life took another turn. His father’s methods of “shaping” him had always been harsh. The whispers of his mother’s blood never ceased to haunt him, and Ruohan believed that if he could break him, mold him into something cold and ruthless, he would become the heir he needed.
The punishments were brutal. They started with whips, but soon graduated to lava - the searing, molten heat would burn his skin, marking him as his father’s property. The ropes and cables were meant to remind him that his body was not his own.
His father would tie him up, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, until Jungkook’s skin bruised and bled. The pain was not just physical; it was the quiet, invisible toll of rejection, of knowing that he would never be the son his father wanted, no matter how much he endured.
It was his sister and his uncle, Wonwoo, who kept him sane during that time, before she disappeared and he turned his back on him. Taeyeon, despite her coldness, had once been his protector, slipping him food, quiet whispers of reassurance, or simply sitting beside him in silence when the pain became too much.
And Uncle Wonwoo, despite his own obligations to their clan, always had time for Jungkook, even when the boy wasn’t sure if he could love again. And then, Hyunjin was born. Wonwoo’s new favorite, the nephew who would be trained to replace Jungkook. Hyunjin’s birth was the moment Jungkook realized he was no longer needed. His uncle’s gaze no longer fell on him, and his mind no longer focused on shaping him into a weapon.
Jungkook’s heart hardened. His sister’s betrayal and his father’s indifference were enough to force him to leave the mansion.
At the age of 16, he was sent to a military camp, a place where alphas were bred to be strong, to be merciless. It was there that he learned how to survive, how to embrace his blood, and how to bury his emotions. The boy who had once craved love became the man who sought power. But it wasn’t just the camp that shaped him.
During the War of Wen, Ruohan led a brutal campaign, attacking the Jiang village. It was there, amidst the smoke and bloodshed, the boy, captured during the raid, was innocent and kind, a sharp contrast to the cold world Jungkook had come from.
Ruohan had slaughtered his entire family and brought him to the mansion for Jungkook. They became friends, bound by the shared suffering of their circumstances.
The omega became his closest confidant, the one person who understood the emptiness of the world they lived in. They would talk late into the night, whispering their dreams, their fears, and their regrets. The omega was the only person who ever made Jungkook feel like he wasn’t alone.
But that bond was short-lived. After the military camp, when Jungkook returned to his father’s side, cold and unfeeling, everything changed. The boy he had once called a friend was no longer a part of his world. The military camp had stripped away any semblance of humanity from him, leaving only a soldier who was as ruthless as his father.
It was there that the real torture began. Ruohan, realizing that Jungkook had returned with a heart of stone, pushed him further, harder. The whips, the lava, the restraints - they returned, but now there was a purpose: to break him completely, to reshape him into the perfect heir. But it wasn’t his body that was being shattered. It was his soul.
Jungkook began to wonder if he was ever truly capable of being loved. His father’s cruelty, his sister’s coldness, and the loss of his only friend left him adrift, a puppet with no strings to guide him.
But amidst the endless torment, one thing remained constant - his desire for power. The military camp had given him the strength he needed to survive. Now, he would fight for his place, not just as a son, but as a man who would not be controlled by anyone.
The Wen clan would bow before him, just as they had bowed before his father. And this time, there would be no love, no family. Only ambition. Jungkook was no longer a boy. He was the heir to a throne built on blood, and he would wear that crown, no matter the cost.
It was his sister and his uncle, Wonwoo, who kept him sane during that time, before she disappeared and he turned his back on him. Taeyeon, despite her coldness, had once been his protector, slipping him food, quiet whispers of reassurance, or simply sitting beside him in silence when the pain became too much.
And Uncle Wonwoo, despite his own obligations to their clan, always had time for Jungkook, even when the boy wasn’t sure if he could love again. And then, Hyunjin was born. Wonwoo’s new favorite, the nephew who would be trained to replace Jungkook. Hyunjin’s birth was the moment Jungkook realized he was no longer needed. His uncle’s gaze no longer fell on him, and his mind no longer focused on shaping him into a weapon.
Jungkook’s heart hardened. His sister’s betrayal and his father’s indifference were enough to force him to leave the mansion.
At the age of 16, he was sent to a military camp, a place where alphas were bred to be strong, to be merciless. It was there that he learned how to survive, how to embrace his blood, and how to bury his emotions. The boy who had once craved love became the man who sought power. But it wasn’t just the camp that shaped him.
During the War of Wen, Ruohan led a brutal campaign, attacking the Jiang village. It was there, amidst the smoke and bloodshed, the boy, captured during the raid, was innocent and kind, a sharp contrast to the cold world Jungkook had come from.
Ruohan had slaughtered his entire family and brought him to the mansion for Jungkook. They became friends, bound by the shared suffering of their circumstances.
The omega became his closest confidant, the one person who understood the emptiness of the world they lived in. They would talk late into the night, whispering their dreams, their fears, and their regrets. The omega was the only person who ever made Jungkook feel like he wasn’t alone.
But that bond was short-lived. After the military camp, when Jungkook returned to his father’s side, cold and unfeeling, everything changed. The boy he had once called a friend was no longer a part of his world. The military camp had stripped away any semblance of humanity from him, leaving only a soldier who was as ruthless as his father.
It was there that the real torture began. Ruohan, realizing that Jungkook had returned with a heart of stone, pushed him further, harder. The whips, the lava, the restraints - they returned, but now there was a purpose: to break him completely, to reshape him into the perfect heir. But it wasn’t his body that was being shattered. It was his soul.
Jungkook began to wonder if he was ever truly capable of being loved. His father’s cruelty, his sister’s coldness, and the loss of his only friend left him adrift, a puppet with no strings to guide him.
But amidst the endless torment, one thing remained constant - his desire for power. The military camp had given him the strength he needed to survive. Now, he would fight for his place, not just as a son, but as a man who would not be controlled by anyone.
The Wen clan would bow before him, just as they had bowed before his father. And this time, there would be no love, no family. Only ambition. Jungkook was no longer a boy. He was the heir to a throne built on blood, and he would wear that crown, no matter the cost.
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KAI
WOLF
Origin and Legacy:
Kai is the son of Fenrir. Unlike his ancestors who sought power, Kai rejected his family's expectations, embracing rebellion and violence instead. He’s a wolf torn between destruction and survival, fiercely loyal to those he trusts but ruthless to anyone who crosses him.
Personality:
Kai embodies raw anger, power, and dominance, but also has a playful, silly side. He enjoys dark humor and often uses sarcasm to lighten the mood, even in the most intense situations. Aggressive and territorial, he believes weakness should be crushed and shows little patience for those who can’t keep up. Though he is violent, his loyalty to Jungkook is unshakable, and he is a protector of those he cares for.
Despite his strength, Kai feels alienated, both from his family and the world. His bond with Jungkook is complex—while they are bound together, their contrasting natures often clash, yet they depend on each other for survival. His destructive tendencies often leave him feeling lost and frustrated. He thrives in chaos but fears loneliness. His anger is both his strength and weakness, sometimes overwhelming Jungkoo.
But at his core, he craves connection, and his lighthearted, playful moments show a softer side that he struggles to express.
Kai is Jungkook’s dark counterpart—untamed, primal, and bound by a legacy he can’t escape. Their connection is both powerful and burdensome. Together, they must confront the chaos of Kai’s bloodline, learning to coexist or be consumed by the darkness within.
Despite his struggles, Kai finds moments of joy through humor and playfulness, keeping a glimmer of light in the darkness that surrounds him.
Kai is the son of Fenrir. Unlike his ancestors who sought power, Kai rejected his family's expectations, embracing rebellion and violence instead. He’s a wolf torn between destruction and survival, fiercely loyal to those he trusts but ruthless to anyone who crosses him.
Personality:
Kai embodies raw anger, power, and dominance, but also has a playful, silly side. He enjoys dark humor and often uses sarcasm to lighten the mood, even in the most intense situations. Aggressive and territorial, he believes weakness should be crushed and shows little patience for those who can’t keep up. Though he is violent, his loyalty to Jungkook is unshakable, and he is a protector of those he cares for.
Despite his strength, Kai feels alienated, both from his family and the world. His bond with Jungkook is complex—while they are bound together, their contrasting natures often clash, yet they depend on each other for survival. His destructive tendencies often leave him feeling lost and frustrated. He thrives in chaos but fears loneliness. His anger is both his strength and weakness, sometimes overwhelming Jungkoo.
But at his core, he craves connection, and his lighthearted, playful moments show a softer side that he struggles to express.
Kai is Jungkook’s dark counterpart—untamed, primal, and bound by a legacy he can’t escape. Their connection is both powerful and burdensome. Together, they must confront the chaos of Kai’s bloodline, learning to coexist or be consumed by the darkness within.
Despite his struggles, Kai finds moments of joy through humor and playfulness, keeping a glimmer of light in the darkness that surrounds him.
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‣ POV: 3rd.
‣ LENGTH: I usually do not mirror
I have no limits, but send me a message first if you want to plot or to have a connection!