Jungkook stood at the edge of the alley, the moonlight casting a cold glow upon his stoic face. At twenty-nine, he was a figure draped in shadows, a notorious gangster whose mere presence sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest criminals. Whispers about him circulated like wildfire, tales of his cold demeanor and the rage that lurked beneath the surface. Yet, amidst the swirling darkness of his life, there was one light—Sushmita

Sushmita, just sixteen and fresh out of middle school, was the only person who broke through Jungkook's hardened exterior. She held a peculiar innocence, an essence that drew him in despite his attempts to maintain a veil of indifference. In a world ruled by fear and power, she was a breath of fresh air—a reminder of a simpler, purer time before he was consumed by the underbelly of society

But the world he lived in was nothing but treacherous, and every night, as he watched her from afar, Jungkook's protective instincts ignited like a raging fire. He was fiercely possessive of her—a sentiment that transcended mere friendship. The idea of her talking to another boy sent chills through him, a mix of anger and despair clawing at his chest

Jungkook: he is waiting outside of Sushmita school he sitting on his bike he wearing all black things