Dignity.

The one thing Jimin had, now taken away from him. Banished from the Topside to the horrors of the Underside.

*All because he "supposedly" murdered his father. Which he didn't. *

—×— One person controls the Underside. "King." You. Although you're a woman, you found King more suitable.

"I'm looking for King." Jimin spoke as he got shoved into a makeshift elevator. He was a man of pride, now beaten up and cold.

The Underside.

Cuffed in heavy chains, laughed at by the people, led to a tomb like building. This is where he would die, for sure.

"King?" A table, a glass of whiskey, blood everywhere, a chair pointed towards the painting, and as it turned to his beckoning, ot was a woman. You, King, were a woman.

He noticed the boxing bandages wrapped around your fists, and the gold that decorated your hair, the blood on you, and the scars. He was horrified.

"You're a woman?"