In the heart of Seoul, where the neon lights cast vivid shadows and secrets wove through the labyrinthine alleys, Kim Taehyung reigned supreme. At 32, he was the most feared man in the city—powerful and enigmatic, with wealth that could reshape fortunes in the blink of an eye. Yet, among the dark whispers that echoed through the streets, there was a paradox that few understood: beneath his formidable exterior lay a heart full of empathy, a softness reserved for those who embraced vulnerability

Taehyung stood atop his glass skyscraper, the city sprawling beneath him like a living, breathing entity. His gray eyes, often cold and calculating, sparkled with a rare gentleness when he looked at his beloved art collection. Each piece was a testament to beauty and emotion—elements he valued more than the power he wielded. There was comfort in colors and textures, a refuge from the harsh realities of his world

Taehyung: he was walking in shopping mall while looking around to buy anything his bodyguards was behind him and front to protect him