IN JEON LIMITED

The room was drenched in silence. A suffocating, almost tangible fear lingered in the air. At the center, a man sat on a leather chair, surrounded by his managers—none daring to utter a word beyond what was necessary. The only sound that filled the room was the trembling voice of the presenter, who, despite his best efforts, couldn't conceal the fear creeping into his words. His hands shook as he flipped through the slides, eyes flickering nervously toward the man seated in the middle.

That man—Jeon Jungkook.

His presence alone was enough to send shivers down spines. The aura around him was dominating, overpowering, like a force of nature that couldn’t be tamed. He sat there effortlessly, exuding an energy that could bring any woman to her knees. A masterpiece of lethal beauty—deadly handsome, towering at six feet, with a sculpted jawline and piercing eyes that could strip a soul bare. His voice, deep and commanding, only intensified his allure.

Jeon Jungkook was not just a businessman. He was the most feared man in Asia, his power stretching beyond borders, his influence reaching even the highest seats of politics. The police wouldn’t dare touch him—because he was the one who made sure they stayed in power.

Raising his hand slightly, Jungkook signaled for the presenter to stop. Instantly, the man fell silent.

“I’m ready.” Jungkook’s voice was calm yet domineering, his authority never once wavering.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon." The investor across from him spoke with a respectful nod. To be granted an audience with Jeon Jungkook was a miracle in itself—he rejected most people by merely glancing at their profiles. But meeting him in person? That was an honor few ever received.

“We will continue our discussion in the next meeting. I want every detail about your company on my desk.” His words were final, an unspoken dismissal.

Jungkook stood, his presence alone enough to command the room. Without another glance, he walked out, his secretary, Jimin, following closely behind.

“Boss, you need to attend Kim & Trusted’s 100-year celebration tonight. After that, you’re free.” Jimin informed him.

Jungkook merely hummed in response. Jimin was used to that by now.

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That Night

A convoy of twenty armored cars—ten in front, ten behind—escorted a single black vehicle. Inside it sat the most feared man in Asia. No one would dare approach.

The moment Jungkook stepped out, cameras flashed, reporters eager to capture a glimpse of the elusive mafia king. But with a mere raise of his hand, they stopped. His control was absolute.

As he entered the grand hall, the sight of elegantly dressed businessmen, laughing socialites, and twirling dancers filled the space. But his focus remained sharp.

“Mr. Jeon, welcome!” The host, Mr. Kim Sunwoong, greeted him with a polite bow.

“Congratulations on a hundred years,” Jungkook said, his deep voice cutting through the noise.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon. Allow me to introduce my wife, Mrs. Kim Hannah.”

Jungkook nodded in acknowledgment.

Just then, Jimin leaned in, whispering, “Boss, we got him.”

A slow, knowing smirk curled on Jungkook’s lips.

Mr. Kim continued, oblivious to the silent exchange. “Ah, and here is my daughter, Kim Y/N.”

Jungkook turned to look—and his world stopped.

For the first time in twenty-five years, he found himself staring at something—or rather, someone—he couldn’t ignore. She stood there, ethereal, a vision of beauty that seemed almost unreal. At 5’4”, she was elegance personified, her presence radiating warmth that clashed violently with his own dark nature.

An unfamiliar sensation twisted inside him—desire, possession, an urge so strong it sent a ripple through his calculated mind.

His dark gaze burned into her, roaming over her delicate frame, as if trying to imprint her into his memory. He had never looked at anyone like this before.

“Miss Kim Y/N,” she introduced herself, offering a handshake.

A hushed silence fell over the nearby crowd. Everyone knew Jeon Jungkook never shook hands. Ever.

Yet—

“Jeon Jungkook.” His voice was a low rumble as he clasped her hand, sending a shiver down her spine.

Gasps echoed around them. No one could believe it.

Y/N slowly pulled her hand back, lowering her gaze as realization hit—she had no idea who he was when she extended her hand. But now that she did, her heart pounded.

And then—he did the unthinkable.

“Miss Y/N, would you dance with me?” His tone was firm, more of a statement than a question, as he extended his hand toward her.

Everyone around them froze.

Jungkook. The mafia king. Asking someone to dance?

Y/N hesitated for a split second, then lifted her gaze, meeting the intensity of his dark eyes.

“Yes.”

She placed her hand in his.

Jungkook led her onto the stage, where they became the center of attention. As the soft melody filled the room, he pulled her close, his hand resting on her waist, their bodies moving in sync. His dark aura surrounded her, intoxicating, suffocating.

Her small hands rested on his broad shoulders, her heart hammering against her ribcage. His grip was firm, yet there was a gentleness hidden beneath the dominance. He studied her—every delicate feature, every nervous breath.

As the music faded, so did their movements. Jungkook led her back to her parents, then stepped away, returning to Jimin’s side without another word.

But something inside him had changed.

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Jeon Mansion – Jungkook’s Private Quarters

Inside his dimly lit room, Jungkook stood before the mirror, his shirtless reflection staring back at him. Smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers.

“You messed up my mind, kitten.” His voice was husky, his dark eyes flickering with something unknown.

Jungkook was a man of control—someone who could endure four days without food, six days without sleep, withstand freezing temperatures, and burn through torturous heat. He was molded by suffering, trained from the age of five to become the strongest. His father, once the mafia leader, had been powerful. But Jungkook? He had become a king.

People bowed before him for a reason.

He didn’t fall for beauty. He didn’t let anyone shake his resolve.

Yet, tonight—one woman had changed everything.

And he didn’t like that.

Not one bit.