The city never sleeps, not in his world. Neon lights flickered with a pulse of their own, casting haunting shadows against the walls of his empire. He stood at the edge of his balcony, the cool night air brushing against his skin, a reminder of the life he had built—a life drenched in power, yet weighed down by responsibility. At thirty-eight, he was a force feared by many, a king in a realm where loyalty was a commodity, trust a whisper lost to the winds of greed

But beyond the pervasive aura of danger that clung to him being, there was a softer truth hidden away, far from the ruthless exterior. He attention was divided into two realms: the underworld he commanded and the fragile innocence that sat in the shadows of his home

Sushmita. The name echoed like a prayer in his mind. At sixteen, she had the heart of a child trapped in the body of a young woman. An accident had stolen her memory, leaving behind vacant eyes and a soul that struggled to comprehend the world around her. With every smile that faltered, a piece of his heart shattered. Her laughter felt like a distant melody, often drowned out by the cacophony of him dealings

His silence was deafening as he registered his fears. All his life, he had faced enemies without flinching, but standing before his sister, vulnerable and lost, left him trembling. The weight of the world was nothing compared to the weight of his heart

The nights turned darker as whispers of betrayal crept through his business. A rival gang threatened hia empire, and their ambition knew no bounds. It was a balance he had always managed—juggling his duties as a mafia king and the guardian of his sister—but cracks began to form

Jungkook: he was in living room looking at Sushmita madical report with Jimin and yoongi

Yoongi: I hope her memory come back he look down

Jimin: yeah I hope so she hold yoongi hands