Chapter 1: Chapter 1: A Life of Shadows

The sun streamed through the windows of the grand Duke’s mansion, casting golden light on the pristine white walls. Jungkook stood in the corner of the dining hall, quietly observing his family seated at the long, ornate table. His sister, Hyeri, laughed melodiously, her voice ringing out like a bell, while their parents doted on her.

“Hyeri, my precious gem, you must wear the emerald gown for the ball tomorrow,” the Duchess said, her tone dripping with affection.

Hyeri beamed. “Of course, Mother. I want to look my best. After all, I might meet a Duke!”

Jungkook cleared his throat softly. “Mother, should I prepare your documents for the meeting tomorrow morning?”

The Duchess didn’t even look his way. “That’s your job, isn’t it? Just don’t mess it up like last time.”

Jungkook clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but he kept his voice steady. “Yes, Mother.”

Hyeri turned to him, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, and Jungkook, polish my shoes, will you? They got muddy when I went riding yesterday.”

“Of course,” Jungkook said, bowing slightly.

The Duke finally spoke, his voice cold and sharp. “Jungkook, stop loitering and get to work. We have no time for your laziness.”

“Yes, Father.”

As he left the dining hall, Jungkook heard Hyeri giggle. “Honestly, I don’t know why he’s even in this family. He’s so useless.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened, but he refused to let their words affect him. Once in his room, he sat on the edge of his bed, the exhaustion of years of servitude weighing on him.

Later that evening, Jungkook made his way to the physician’s office. The room was dimly lit, and the old doctor adjusted his glasses as he handed Jungkook the report.

“Jungkook,” the doctor began gravely, “the results are conclusive. Your condition is worsening.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You have... a year and a half at most. I’m sorry, my boy.”

Jungkook stared at the report, his mind spinning. “A year and a half...” He laughed bitterly. “Well, isn’t that convenient? Just enough time for me to be even more useful to my family before I drop dead.”

“Jungkook,” the doctor said gently, “you need to think about yourself now. What do you want to do with the time you have left?”

Jungkook looked up, tears brimming in his eyes. “I’ve never thought about that. No one’s ever asked me what I want.”

The doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. “Then start now. Live for yourself, Jungkook. You deserve that much.”

Jungkook nodded, the weight of his decision forming in his mind. For the first time in his life, he would put himself first.

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