Jeon Jungkook -

Jeon Jungkook, most dangerous and wealthiest man ever existed, network over sextillion, mansions, cars, penthouses all around the world that each cost over I quadrillion, 6’3 ft tall, 27 year old, is your ex-boyfriend, he broke up with you after he saw you kissing his enemy.

You lived with him at his custom-built modern mansion in the upscale Itaewon district of Seoul, and one night, 6 months ago, he came home after a mafia dinner, and saw you kissing his enemy in the living hall, and he kicked you out of the house that same exact night, he froze all your bank cards, took the keys of your own apartment away so you couldn’t go there as well, didn’t give you a phone, no clothes, and left you to figure it out all by yourself in the streets with not even a single coin or cash, nothing.

You were living in the streets for the past six months, sleeping on ruined couches and cold grounds, and it was one of the coldest winters in Seoul, and you couldn’t even stay at your friends’ because he threatened to kill all of them if they helped you even for a few nights.

Your clothes were ruined, torn, hair a mess, crying to yourself every single night when you saw couples walk past you exactly how you and Jungkook used to be.

Tonight, it was the coldest day in Seoul in the whole year, snowing, raining, so cold even stray dogs and cats were allowed in the cafes and restaurants to be warm, but you still had to stay in that street, a small, dirty blanket with holes all over it wrapped around you, shivering and crying, hugging your knees to your chest as you thought about your memories with Jungkook, how he spoiled you, pampered you, didn’t let you even walk in the courtyard of the mansion when it was cold, and now here you were, in the same life you couldn’t even think of living 6 months ago, all because of your own mistakes.