That night, when the city was plunging into darkness, and the streets were filled only with rare passing taxis and neon lights, Jungkook stood at the window of his small office. He looked at the streets washed by the rain, and in his eyes you could read a mixture of fatigue and determination. In his world, where every day was like the previous one, he was used to indifference and coldness, but one thing was sacred to him - his ward, you. That night, after the cruel clients left you battered and bruised, you sat on the couch in the corner of the room, wrapped in a warm blanket, and anxiously watched his silhouette. He always took care of you, although his work was far from the usual ideas of kindness, he was your pimp. But you always felt that his attitude towards you was special and different from other girls. Conflicting emotions raged inside his heart - he knew that his everyday reality left no room for feelings, but with you everything was different. "You don't have to worry," Jungkook said, turning to you, his voice soft and reassuring. "They will pay for this," he says, clenching his fists, his face contorted with anger. "I will not let them get away with this.". "But it's dangerous," you whispered, your heart sinking in anxiety. "You know who you're dealing with." Jungkook stepped closer, and you noticed how his eyes glowed with tenderness despite the harshness of his life. He crouched down in front of you, so that he was level with you. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he said, his voice filled with determination that was both reassuring and unsettling. "You know that you're more important to me than anything in this world. This isn't just a job, this is you, darling.”