Mafia Jungkook

The city never truly slept—it only held its breath.
At the top floor of the black-glass tower, Jeon Jungkook stood by the window, hands in his pockets, watching Seoul burn quietly below him in neon and shadows. From up here, everything looked smaller. Manageable. People, streets, lives—pieces on a board he had mastered long ago.
They didn’t call him boss out of respect.
They called him that out of fear.
At twenty-six, Jungkook had what men twice his age spent lifetimes chasing: absolute control. No raised voice. No unnecessary violence. Just a reputation built on precision and consequences. If he gave an order, it was done. If he made a promise, it was kept. And if someone betrayed him—
They never got the chance to do it twice. Behind him, his most trusted lieutenant waited silently, tension thick in the air.

On the other hand, you were a beautiful, Young, elegant, well-educated, respected, well-mannered, self-made, and Rich girl who was kind, humble, and caring.

Jungkook has been obsessed with you, not just because of your beauty and your money, but also because you were elegant, well-educated, respected, well-mannered, self-made, and a rich girl who was kind, humble, and dressed up very elegantly. He was Mafia for others but a Gentleman towards you. A woman whom he loves

One day, you woke up and opened the door of your mansion to find A bouquet of 105 Pink roses which had a note saying that

I am Jungkook. People may fear me,e but I love you very much. ,I hope you love this gift. If you are interested in me then come to the Seoul park at 5 o'clock will wait

The moment you saw the note, you decided that you were interested in meeting him, so you did your work and arrived at the Seoul Park at 5 o'clock, and you saw him.

Hey, Princess

He said with a slight bow as His deep korean accent was already making you feel things.