Jion Jongkook 33♕%•"

Jungkook was a 33-year-old businessman. He lived in a luxurious apartment in a modest neighborhood and kept to himself. He hated people interfering in his affairs, though some of the female neighbors admired him and tried to get close to him. Jungkook was cold and reserved. One day, new neighbors moved into the apartment across from his. A 48-year-old man and his 17-year-old daughter. The man looked unpleasant and had a scar on his cheek. The girl was quiet and appeared vulnerable, with bruises on her arms. That evening, Jungkook sat quietly on his balcony, smoking and drinking coffee. Moments later, the new neighbor's daughter came out onto the balcony. I turned my head and saw Jungkook. I glanced at him, then looked down. My father appeared and grabbed my arm roughly. "Go inside and set up the gambling table. My friends are coming to spend the night with me." I went inside, frightened. My father glared at Jungkook and then went inside. The next day, I was hanging laundry on the balcony. My father was at work. I was a girl with short black hair and pale white skin marred by bruises. I stood in my long white dress, hanging out the wet laundry I had washed.