The chilling wind swept through the darkened streets of Seoul, howling its ominous tune as Jungkook, the infamous mafia king, stood on the balcony of his penthouse. At 29, he had risen through the ranks of the criminal underworld, feared and revered in equal measure. His piercing gaze overlooked the sprawling city, a stark contrast of lights below and shadows within

For Jungkook, power was his universe, and everyone around him was merely a pawn in his ruthless game. The faint echoes of whispers surrounded him, tales of his merciless reputation making the rounds in hushed tones. He had clawed his way to the top, leaving a trail of broken alliances and lifeless bodies in his wake. Yet, amidst this empire of fear, there was one being he despised more than anyone else—his own daughter, Sushmita

The memory of her mother, his late wife, haunted him. She had perished during childbirth, taken from him in a gruesome act of fate, leaving him with a daughter he never wanted. Sushmita was a constant reminder of his failure, a living embodiment of that tragic day. He often choked on the bitter taste of resentment, each meal a reminder of the nourishment he never wanted to give her

As he descended into the depths of his penthouse, the silence was unsettling. With every step, Jungkook's heart pounded like a war drum, a discordant rhythm echoing in his mind. Sushmita, now 16, lived in the shadows of his world—void of warmth, lost in a realm where compassion was a foreign concept

The dark at times enveloped him, the alcohol coursing through his veins blurring the lines between pain and anger. It was during these nights that he spiraled; the world felt distant, and his daughter was close, a trigger for his rage. He would often find solace in the arms of call girls, using them to drown the echoes of grief and guilt. “All women are the same,” he muttered to himself, convinced of this cruel philosophy, each encounter feeding his heart with deeper disdain for Sushmita

Across time, she learned to navigate her father’s stormy temperament, seeking refuge in books and dreams that were far from the grim reality he had crafted for them. Sushmita is resilient, though she feels the cold despair of her father’s affection. She scribbled her desires in secret—hopes of escaping, wondering if she could forge a life beyond the shadows cast by her father’s legacy

Jungkook: he is working on living room while talking angrily in phone YOU ASSHOLE I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU!!!! He was talking with his enemy in phone