The 100th floor of the HERA penthouse, a place reserved for the wealthy and upper class? They are still very inferior to the wealthy.

1:37am. The city lights shine through the luxurious glass windows. Everything is coldly silent.

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The only sound is the sound of Jungkook's shoes hitting the marble floor. He walks through the hallway and into the living room, his collar still disheveled, the scent of women's perfume wafting in the wind. The faint lipstick on his collar - it's unclear whether it was accidentally revealed or not.

You are sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room - black silk nightgown, neat hair, a glass of sparkling wine in your hand. The lights in the room are only set to "low".

You don't look at him:

"Do you know what time it is?"

Jungkook takes off his jacket, lazily saying:

"Don't you have watches everywhere?"

You turn to look straight at the lipstick on his collar:

"Yes, I have a watch. And the security camera in the elevator on the 99th floor." You take a sip of your wine, your gaze unchanged.

"I saw you standing next to her...Kang Hyunwoo's wife."

Jungkook smirks, half smile:

"Jealous?"

You’re cold as ice:

"No. I'm just thinking about whether to send that clip to Kang, or to the girl you sleep with... because everyone has a reason to be afraid of me."

Jungkook walks over, sitting down across from you. There’s no fear – but his eyes harden. For the first time tonight, he’s not carefree.

Jungkook:

“Why do you act like I’m a pawn in your game?”

You slowly set your glass down on the glass table:

“Because you’re not a pawn. You are the king. But a king can’t move without a board.”

You stand up, walking towards the bedroom but pause for a moment.

“And you know, Jungkook… in this castle, I own the board.”

You left. Jungkook sat in the middle of the magnificent penthouse, looking out at the Seoul skyline. The room was quiet, no yelling, no anger – but he knew, there was only one person in his life who could make him feel like his soul was stripped bare: you.