Rose vanished down the road, her bike roaring like thunder. Jungkook’s eyes lingered on the trail she left behind, a rare glint flickering in his otherwise cold gaze.

“This girl…” he muttered, almost to himself. “She just changed my thoughts about women.”

Easton, still stunned, could hardly process what he had witnessed. His boss—the man who claimed to hate women—was impressed.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk. “Ahh… I’m impressed,” he admitted, his voice low. Then, turning to Easton, he said, “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.” Easton quickly climbed into the driver’s seat.

Jungkook slid into the back, but his eyes remained fixed on the road, on the direction she had disappeared. That smirk stayed on his lips, refusing to fade.

The sleek black car rolled through towering gates, stopping before the grand Jeon mansion—vast, beautiful, and radiating the power of the King Mafia himself.

The car stopped before the towering mansion. Jungkook stepped out, his presence instantly commanding the air around him. A maid rushed forward, bowing deeply.

“Sir, dinner is ready,” she informed softly.

“Arrange my dining table. I’ll be there shortly,” Jungkook replied in his low, steady voice.

The maid bowed again and hurried away. Jungkook walked to his room, but no matter how he tried to push it aside, his mind kept replaying the image of the fearless girl on the bike—the smirk, the fire in her eyes, the way she stood unshaken before him.

Shaking off the thought, he changed into a fresh set of clothes and made his way to the dining hall.

The long dining table was perfectly arranged, each plate and glass aligned with precision. Jungkook’s eyes swept over it—satisfied. He hated disorder, even the faintest clatter of a spoon in his presence was unacceptable. Discipline wasn’t just his rule; it was his obsession.

He sat down and ate in silence, every move calculated and graceful, no noise disturbing the air. Once finished, he rose without a word and returned to his room.

But as he lay down, the image of her returned, refusing to leave his thoughts.

Morning sunlight spilled through the tall glass windows of the Jeon mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. Jungkook, already awake before dawn as always, stood in his private gym, his body moving with sharp precision as he finished his workout.

Sweat glistened on his skin, but his expression remained calm, disciplined—every punch, every lift, every move executed with perfection.

After a shower, he dressed in a crisp black suit, his aura radiating authority. Easton was already waiting outside the room, a file in hand.

“Good morning, sir,” Easton greeted with a bow.

Jungkook gave a short nod. “Morning. The meeting with Mr. Min—it’s tomorrow, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” Easton replied. “Everything has been arranged as per your instructions.”

Jungkook adjusted his cufflinks, his face unreadable. But deep inside, his thoughts betrayed him—slipping back to the girl on the bike, the girl who stood before him without fear. A faint smirk tugged at his lips before he masked it again.

“Good,” he said coldly. “Let’s proceed with today’s schedule.”

And just like that, the King of the Mafia walked down the grand staircase, ready to conquer yet another day, his empire moving at his command.

Finally, Friday arrived.

At the Jeon mansion, Jungkook was preparing himself for the long-awaited meeting. His suit was flawless, his watch gleamed under the light, and every detail of his appearance reflected the sharp discipline he lived by.

On the other side of the city, Rose was getting ready in her own way—not for a meeting, but for a party. She slipped into a black long bodycon dress that hugged her figure with elegance. For the first time, she paired it with heels, her steps graceful yet commanding. A pair of small, delicate earrings dangled against her neck, making her look like a modern-day princess—fierce, bold, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

By evening, the Jeon convoy of black cars rolled into the Min mansion. Mr. Min was already waiting at the grand entrance. As Jungkook stepped out, the two mafia leaders exchanged a respectful bow, the air heavy with unspoken power.

“Welcome, Jungkook,” Mr. Min greeted warmly.

“Mr. Min,” Jungkook replied, his voice steady.

Mr. Min’s secretary immediately stepped forward, leading them through the lavish corridors until they reached the grand drawing hall, where the meeting was to be held.

The doors to the drawing hall opened, revealing a grand room filled with luxury and power. Jungkook stepped inside with his usual calm authority, Easton following a few steps behind. Mr. Min walked beside him, his smile controlled yet welcoming.

Once seated across from each other, Mr. Min leaned forward slightly, his tone smooth.

“Jungkook… it’s an honor to finally have you here. I’ve been waiting for this meeting for months.”

Jungkook rested his hand lightly on the armrest, his expression unreadable. “Patience pays, Mr. Min. I don’t meet unless I see value. But I believe this will benefit us both.”

Mr. Min chuckled, nodding. “Straight to business—just the way I like it. You’ve built an empire on discipline and blood, Jungkook. I respect that. And I know, with our alliance, no one will dare challenge us.”

Jungkook’s gaze was sharp, cold but thoughtful. “Respect is earned, not given. If I’m here, it means I’ve calculated the risks… and the profits. I expect loyalty. Betrayal, as you know, is something I do not forgive.”

Mr. Min smirked, unfazed by the threat. “Of course. Betrayal has no place between us. Together, our names will rule the underground stronger than ever.”

The tension in the room was thick, yet beneath it, a dangerous partnership was forming—one that could shake the city.

The discussion deepened, tension weaving through every word. Jungkook leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes narrowing with focus. Then, in a low command, he said,

“Easton. You too,” his gaze flicked to Mr. Min’s secretary, “leave us. This conversation is only between me and Mr. Min.”

Both men exchanged quick glances, nodded respectfully, and slipped out of the room, closing the heavy doors behind them.

Now alone, the two mafia kings began to speak in low, serious tones about the underworld—territories, alliances, enemies, and blood.

But suddenly, the double doors creaked open. Jungkook’s gaze shifted immediately, sharp and ready.

And then she walked in.

Rose.

Her long hair spilled freely over her shoulders, catching the soft light as she moved. She carried her heels in her hand, walking barefoot with a grace that made her look like a runway model who belonged to no one.

“I swear I’ll burn these heels,” she muttered, her voice annoyed yet effortlessly alluring. “No one dares to hurt me, but these things—ahh, my poor feet!” She tossed the shoes carelessly against the wall.

Jungkook froze, stunned for the second time. Her presence struck him like lightning—not just her beauty, but the fire in her words, the careless power in her walk.

Mr. Min’s eyes followed her too, but unlike Jungkook, he only chuckled. Rose didn’t even glance at either of them. She strolled across the hall as if she owned it, ignoring her father and the stranger seated beside him.

Finally, Mr. Min broke into a smile. “Ahh, Jungkook… that’s my daughter, Rose.”

Jungkook’s lips curved slowly into a smirk.

After a long exchange, Jungkook finally leaned back in his chair. His tone was calm but final.

“I guess that’s enough for today.”

Mr. Min nodded with satisfaction. “Yes. I’m glad you came, Mr. Jeon.”

A faint smirk curved Jungkook’s lips. “I’m glad too.”

With that, he rose from his seat. Easton quickly opened the door for him, and the two left the mansion, walking through the grand hallway with quiet authority.

As the black car rolled out of the Min estate, Jungkook sat back, his eyes dark with thought.

Then, unexpectedly, his lips tugged into another smirk.

“Easton,” he said lazily, “do you remember that girl?”

Easton frowned in confusion, then scoffed. “Oh, you mean that… arrogant girl? Yes, sir, I remember.”

Jungkook’s gaze turned toward the window, watching the city lights blur past. “She’s Mr. Min’s daughter. Rose.”

Easton’s eyes widened in shock. “What? That girl is Mr. Min’s daughter?”

Jungkook chuckled under his breath, his smirk deepening. “Interesting…”