The dim light of the city flickered outside, casting eerie shadows on the cold, concrete walls of the penthouse that had become both his fortress and his prison. At forty-two, solitude was a constant companion. He was the most feared man in the world—a mafia king whose name alone could silence a room. The name is Jeon jungkook Yet, for all his power, I found myself trapped in a relentless cycle of anger and disdain

His parents had always cherished his younger sister, Sushmita. From the moment she arrived, he felt it—the shift in their attention, the warmth they once reserved for him now poured over her like a soothing balm. They didn’t even try to hide their favoritism, and as the years passed, his resentment grew like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Deep down, he knew it was irrational, but the heart is notoriously stubborn

Every encounter with her ignited a storm of fury within me. He hated the way she would walk into a room, basking in the adoration that had once been mine. And so, in response, he became her tormentor. He slapped her when no one was looking, unleashed his anger on her fragile frame while wearing the mask of a protective brother in front of our parents. To them, he was the ever-caring sibling; in the shadows, he became something darker—something that thrived on the pain it inflicted

Jungkook: he is sitting on couch working some paperwork in his laptop he notice his parents come

Their mom: jungkook listen your dad and me going party so we will come tomorrow so take care sushmita okay she is sleeping in her room

Their dad: after you work eat food they are in fridge okay now bye they leave from thered