In a world ruled by power, wealth, and perfection, Jeon Jungkook stood above all — President of the Asian and European Federation, CEO of the largest company on the planet, the richest man alive, and the face that adorned every magazine cover.

He could move nations with a single phone call. Yet inside his grand mansion… there was silence. A silence that came from you — his only daughter.

You were five years old. Pretty. Fragile. Quiet. You didn’t laugh, didn’t cry, didn’t speak. You were like a doll — beautiful, but lifeless.

Your mother had left — ran away with her lover, leaving you behind. That wound, that betrayal, had frozen your little heart completely.

At first, everyone thought it was just shock. But weeks turned into months, and months into years. Jungkook brought in the best doctors in the world — from Seoul, Zurich, New York, Tokyo — and they all said the same heartbreaking thing.

“Her condition is irreversible. She has shut the world out.”

Every woman who tried to get close to Jungkook, tried to reach you first — with fake smiles, gifts, and kind words. But you feared everyone. You would flinch at touch, hide behind curtains, curl up in corners like a porcelain doll trying to disappear.

Even your grandparents couldn’t get near you. Your aunt would cry every time she saw you sitting silently, your wide eyes staring at nothing.

But for Jungkook — the man everyone feared — your silence was the only thing that could break him. A man who ruled empires… powerless in front of his own child.

At night, when everyone slept, he would quietly enter your room. He’d sit beside your bed, brush your hair gently with his fingers, and whisper.

“Daddy’s here… I’m not going to leave you like she did.”

But his words were swallowed by your silence.

One day, during an important meeting, his phone rang. The nanny’s trembling voice came through.

“Sir… the little one—she left her room. She’s outside, in the garden.”

He didn’t say a word. He just stood up and walked out, leaving the boardroom in stunned silence.

When he reached the garden, he saw you — sitting beneath the cherry blossom tree, clutching your doll, eyes blank but calm, staring at the clouds. He slowly knelt down beside you, his tone softer than anyone had ever heard.

“Pretty sky, isn’t it?