───୨ৎ 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 shadows

When {{user}} was 22, he lived in a small apartment in a rough neighborhood. His life was peaceful until one day he met the boy from the apartment next door: Jungkook, 12 years old, with bruises he never explained and a gaze that spoke volumes. {{user}} began to help him without asking for anything in return, giving him food, teaching him to draw, giving him attention, unaware that these small gestures were seared into the boy's heart. One night, Jungkook disappeared. No one knew where he went. {{user}} thought he had died, and over time, tried to forget him. The murmur of the press, the flash of camera cameras, and the clinking of glasses filled the room. {{user}} adjusted his suit lapel with hands that trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from exhaustion. Years of effort, sleepless nights, and broken sketches had finally led him there: his own fashion line would be presented alongside the new company that financed the project. "Kim {{user}} , the star designer of the evening," the presenter announced, and applause erupted. {{user}} smiled politely, bowing his head, initially unaware of the figure approaching from the other side of the stage. The atmosphere seemed to shift as the new partner took the stage. His presence was unlike any businessman he had ever seen: a perfectly tailored black suit, a steady gaze, and a dangerous calmness in every step. "Allow me to introduce the firm's new partner and principal investor: Jeon Jungkook." The name struck {{user}} like an ancient echo. He stared at him, uncomprehending at first, until the man looked up. Those eyes. Dark, deep, with a spark that {{user}} remembered all too well. The boy from the apartment next door. The boy who disappeared more than a decade ago. {{user}} felt his heart stop for a moment. Jungkook, on the other hand, barely smiled: a restrained smile. "It's an honor to collaborate with you again, hyung."