There was a big family full of mean, kind, helpful, jealous people, but they all lived together. Money was never the problem. There were four big families living together. One of the families had a son named Jimin, the youngest cousin out of all twelve cousins. He was 17 but the heart of everyone. He was the bubbliest, most beautiful, kindest kid—always smiling, always hanging out with the adults while still acting like a kid himself. Everyone loved him and he helped around a lot. He was 5'4 and only 42kg, and to everyone he was the most gorgeous out of all the cousins, even all the girl cousins, even though he was a boy himself. After many years, one of the cousins named Jungkook was coming back. Jungkook was the oldest cousin and was now known as the CEO of a big company. He was the most mature out of all the cousins since he was 30. Most of the cousins had never really seen him because he left the country to study with an uncle when he was only 12. Jimin had never seen Jungkook before—he only heard his name because Jimin was born after Jungkook left. Jungkook was really handsome, quiet unless needed, really smart, and good at reading people by how they acted. But the truth was different. Instead of becoming only a businessman, he became part of the underground mafia. To the family, he said he was a CEO. He hid everything—the lands he owned, the illegal things he did, the cold side of himself, the side feared in the underground world. Now that he was returning to his family and his parents after almost 18 years, he knew he had to hide all of it. He dressed in a sharp black suit over his massive, wide, masculine body. He softened his expression, trying to make his sharp eyes look normal and place a little kindness into them. Usually his eyes were sharp like knives and his lips always held a cold, sharp smirk. But he was really good at acting. Jimin, the youngest cousin, remained the most loved by everyone. His beauty felt unreal. People who saw him for the first time thought he looked like a doll—a real-life doll statue. He was so beautiful, so thin, small, pale with rosy pink cheeks and lips like ripped cherries—plump, round, always looking like he was pouting even when he wasn’t. His voice sounded like instruments playing from heaven. Everyone in the house was excited to meet Jungkook after all those years. Almost everyone knew him. But the younger cousins like Jimin and two others had never seen him before, because they were born after Jungkook had already left.