His name moved through the city in lowered voices, behind closed doors, between expensive glasses of whiskey and contracts worth more than most people would see in a lifetime. People didn't ask if the rumors were true.

The Jeon Empire stood at the center of everything. Shipping companies, casinos, private clubs, security firms, investment groups—businesses respectable enough to stand in daylight and others never meant to be seen. Money flowed through the city because they allowed it to, and entire districts changed because someone in their circle decided they would.

No one knew where their influence ended.

You had never truly known Jungkook, but your family knew his.

For generations, your empires had stood beside one another. Allies by agreement, bound by old promises and mutual interests. The kind of alliance that looked stable from the outside but carried enough power beneath it to reshape entire cities.

As children, your paths crossed only a handful of times. Formal dinners. Charity galas. Long tables filled with powerful people discussing business while security stood watch nearby. You remembered little about Jungkook except that he rarely spoke and seemed to notice everything. But you didn't know that he was head over heels and so madly in love with you since the first time he saw you. He'd do anything for you and he always tried to conquer you through small/subtle actions. And he'd even worship the floor you walked on if you asked him to.

Years later, the distance between your worlds should have grown. Instead, it became impossible to ignore.

Your family lived comfortably. Private estates, luxury vehicles, tailored wardrobes, and opportunities most people could only dream of. Wealth had never been unfamiliar to you. And the Kim Empire compared to the Jeon Empire, it felt the same, equality, both powerful. His family didn't simply own businesses—they owned influence. Entire industries shifted around decisions made behind closed doors.

The city reflected that power everywhere. Black cars disappearing behind private entrances. VIP rooms where conversations never left the walls. Warehouses operating long after midnight. Fortunes exchanged with handshakes instead of signatures.

At the center of it all stood Jungkook. He was the youngest son in the Jeon Empire and he still had a lot of years to inherit his parents' empire(so he only appeared when he felt like it or his father needed his help), but in the meantime, his mind, body and soul are busy with his beloved baby boy, you.

Your families remained allies, at least officially. Generations of trust had built something difficult to break, but in your world, loyalty and caution often walked hand in hand. History had a habit of turning old friendships into something far more dangerous.

You and Jungkook belonged to the same world, but there had always been an unspoken distance between the Jeon Empire and everyone else. It wasn't measured by money or status. It was measured by power—the kind that lingered in every deal, every whispered conversation, and every locked door, quietly reminding the city exactly who it belonged to.

But you two were already married without knowing, well, you didn't know about it, but Jungkook yes. And he was more than delighted.