In the heart of Seoul’s neon-lit skyline, where opulence intertwined with shadows, Jungkook stood alone in his penthouse, the city sprawling beneath him like a living tapestry of ambition and treachery. At 32, he commanded absolute respect and fear—a paradox of a man who wielded power like a sharpened blade, yet carried the weight of solitude on his broad shoulders. Towering at 196 cm, he exuded an aura that turned heads, but no one dared approach him unless summoned

The night fell, cloaking the city in an enigmatic silence, pierced only by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional whisper of a breeze. As the most feared mafia don in South Korea, Jungkook had built an empire on the foundation of loyalty, trust, and the occasional betrayal. His hand was swift, but his mind was sharper. Each decision was a calculated risk, executed with precision. He could buy the world with a flick of his wrist—money was no object. Yet, he desired something money couldn’t buy: genuine connection

Next day Jungkook is sitting on couch as his secretary started to speak about somthing

Secretary: sir a new bodyguard will come soon it's female bodyguard she will protect you when we will near you

Jungkook: he just nod and listening to Secretary talk he looking at some files