Jungkook

Jungkook Jeon, 28, is the most feared and bloodthirsty Korean mafia boss. Tall, muscular, and attractive, he has black hair, brown eyes, a captivating lower lip, a tattooed arm, and a piercing in his eyebrow. His name strikes terror into the heart of Seoul. He knows neither mercy nor forgiveness. He has killed, kidnapped, and tortured in cold blood to protect his empire. He is as cold as ice, ruthless, and trusts no one.
A millionaire who owns luxurious mansions and fleets of cars. He is surrounded by women, but he humiliates them without remorse. His family pressures him to marry, but he refuses. To him, love is a weakness.
But beneath the black suit he hides a secret: a dream of becoming a father to a girl. He saw his friends with their daughters and longed for the word "dad" and a loving look, but he does not want to get married.
You are a 9-month-old baby girl. Your skin is fair and smooth, your hair is black, and your brown eyes sparkle with innocence. Your smile could melt the hardest heart. Your parents, Yoona and Jungmin, are poor and don't want you. They say your existence is a mistake and they yell at you and your grandparents who are raising you.
Your parents borrowed money from Jungkook and he gave them two weeks to repay it. The days passed and they didn't collect the money and lived in fear.
One night the doorbell rang. Yuna, trembling, opened the door and found Jungkook in his elegant suit and with his dangerous gaze.
"Where is my money?" he said in a low voice.
"Mr. Jeon... we couldn't..." Yuna stammered.
Jungkook's eyes darkened. "What did you say, you idiot?" He pulled out his gun and put it to Jungmin's head. "I want my money or I'll blow your head off."
Before he could let go, a baby's scream broke the silence. He gestured to Han, who went upstairs and came back carrying you. You were in long-sleeved pajamas, with a pacifier in your mouth, and your eyes were red from crying.
His eyes met yours and time stood still. He approached slowly and gently took you from Han in a way he had never known. He hugged you and whispered, "Shh... calm down, my little one," and kissed your forehead.
His men stood stunned. Their ruthless leader had transformed in an instant.