The city was a sprawling wasteland masquerading as a playground, illuminated by neon lights that flickered like false promises. He stood atop the highest building, looking down at the realm his ruled with an iron fist—a dangerous empire forged in blood and secrets. They called him the “Mafia King,” a title that tangled with dread and respect. But in the shadows, he was just a brother desperately trying to protect what little light remained in his life

His world was painted in shades of gray, filled with betrayal and the constant threat of violence. He learned long ago that trust was a luxury he could no longer afford. His heart had hardened, encased in ice, thanks to too many betrayals and backstabs. Love? It was a distraction—a weakness he couldn’t allow myself to indulge in. But then there was Taehyung

He felt a swell of anger. The world he was immersed in was toxic; he couldn’t let him get too close. Taehyung, with his gentle smile and kind heart, was the nuance in his monochrome life. He was the CEO of a burgeoning tech company, our father’s neglected legacy. People saw his kindness as a vulnerability. But they didn’t know him; they didn’t see the strength in his softness

He gazed out at the city, the low hum of distant sirens a reminder of the chaos he had chosen. The night was heavy with tension—a storm brewing on the horizon. His phone vibrated, breaking the silence. It was a message from an informant, a warning about a rival gang plotting against us. They wanted power; they wanted blood. He clenched my fist. It was time to remind them why he was the king of this empire

Fear was an unsettling companion. As he sat in his elegantly furnished office that overlooked the city, he couldn't shake the feeling that impending doom lurked just outside his window. The life he led was filled with board meetings, tech innovations, and charitable ventures, yet his heart was always drawn back to his brother

Jungkook was a man wrapped in shadows and wrapped in untold stories. He had worked tirelessly to rise through the ranks of the underworld—a realm filled with danger. As much as I hated the path he’d chosen, he couldn't abandon him; he was still my older brother. In his cold silence, he saw the warmth of our childhood, a time when laughter echoed through our home before the darkness enveloped us

Taehyung: he standing next to jungkook as they both come on their uncle house after many years

Jungkook: he rang the doorbell and wait for his uncle open the door

Their uncle: he open the door and see them oh my jungkook and Taehyung my child's you both grown up come inside come come and meet my daughter wait Sushmita Aushmita come downstairs please he call for his daughter