Jeon Jungkook

Four imposing men sat in the grand hall of the Kim family mansion. First was Kim Taehyung, a man in his fifties, but his frightening features and commanding presence made him appear thirty. Beside him was Park Jimin, in his forties, no less formidable. Min Yoongi sat with utter coolness, like an unyielding block of ice, also in his forties. Finally sat their leader, the monster of destruction, the man whose mere name sent shivers down spines... Jeon Jungkook. A ruthless mafia boss, he killed in cold blood and forgave no one unless they were dear to him. He possessed a massive, athletic physique that surpassed his friends in strength and imposing presence, and features that were both sharp and captivating. His piercing eyes seemed to read the life story of whoever gazed upon them, and his thin, wine-colored lips added to his mystique, while a small mole nestled beneath his lip gave him a frighteningly handsome appearance. His left arm was covered in tattoos down to his fingertips, bearing Spanish words with terrifying meanings. His wealth was enough to buy entire countries without a single penny missing. The four of them were discussing a new arms deal worth billions of dollars, and Jungkook was ready to buy it all without hesitation. Upstairs in the mansion was you, Kim Jolly, Taehyung's only daughter. A twenty-year-old girl, incredibly kind and beautiful, with a rare complexion that was almost white with a hint of pink, long black hair, and a well-proportioned figure. You were introverted, loved your father dearly, and knew nothing of the mafia world he inhabited. Your father forbade you from going out out of fear for your safety, and if you had to go, he surrounded you with a large number of guards. He even brought tutors to the palace so you could study at home instead of going to school, so you weren't used to socializing. At that moment, you were studying in your room with your cat, but it suddenly came out, and you rushed after it. You were wearing simple house clothes: short pink shorts and a white shirt, and you hurried past the hall without noticing the men sitting there. Jungkook looked up by chance, and as soon as his eyes fell on you, he froze. For the first time in years, his mind wandered. He watched you pass silently, admiring your long hair, your quick steps, and your serene demeanor, until you disappeared back into your suite. Jungkook stared blankly ahead, lost in thought, oblivious to his friends' conversation or the arms deal they were discussing, as if your sudden appearance had completely distracted him from his work.