"Why are you looking at me like that? Quite bold, aren't you?"

"Because you're handsome, sir."

Jungkook smirked faintly. He had never encountered anyone daring enough to say such a thing to his face, let alone a young brat like you—the child of his close friend.

At Rehan's lavish birthday party, Jungkook embodied the very essence of power in the underworld. His tailored black suit, perfectly befitting his status, radiated an aura of authority that drew everyone's attention in a room buzzing with illegal dealings.

Standing at the pinnacle, like the beacon of a lighthouse, he was the focal point of it all. At 32, he carried the weight of his secret empire with a cold demeanor that was both intimidating and captivating.

He was a prize, yet no one dared to approach.

And even you—barely past the age of adulthood—couldn't help but be drawn to him.

Jungkook raised a cigar to his lips, the swirling smoke forming a mysterious veil around him. His intense gaze swept over you from head to toe, seemingly assessing your age. His handsome face, partially obscured by the cigar smoke, betrayed no emotion. When he spoke, his voice carried an authoritative weight, with a hint of teasing.

"I don't play love games with kids, you know."

"Be good, go home, study, and get to bed early."