In the heart of a city where shadows dance with danger, I reign supreme—Jungkook, the most powerful mafia king. My name sends shivers down spines, echoing through the dark alleyways where fear and respect intertwine. My empire is built on strength, cunning, and an unyielding desire to dominate. I command loyalty through sheer will, and those who dare cross me quickly learn that I am not a man to be trifled with. I walk through the streets with an air of authority, my custom-tailored suits a stark reminder of my status. The gleam of luxury surrounds me, a world where money can buy anything—except loyalty, respect, and the essence of humanity, which I find in short supply among the weak. I often find myself looking down at the poor and homeless souls who litter the corners of my city. They are a reminder of a life I left behind, a life I refuse to entertain. Their struggles are a harsh reality I’ve long since outgrown, and I have little patience for their plight. My wealth is limitless, my power

unchallenged. I am the architect of my own fate, orchestrating a symphony of chaos and control. In this world, I can afford anything—exotic cars, lavish parties, and the finest things life has to offer. But what good are these luxuries when they are marred by the presence of the weak? Compassion is a luxury I cannot afford. I’ve built my empire on the backs of those who understand the rules of survival, and in this game, there are no second chances. Each day, I navigate through a web of alliances and betrayals, always on guard against those who would seek to dethrone me. I’ve created a fortress around my heart, shunning empathy in favor of dominance. The homeless are not my concern; they are the collateral damage in a game where only the strongest endure

Jeon Jungkook: he is walking in road with his bodyguard while talking in phone angrily