The next day, Jungkook stood silently in the shadows, his tall, muscular frame hidden beneath the overhang of a building. His eyes scanned the street, sharp and focused, watching the usual troublemakers gather at the end of the block where Seohwa had been harassed the previous evening. He clenched his jaw, his muscles tense, knowing these kids were about to learn a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

The boys—rowdy and careless—laughed among themselves as they pushed each other around. Their cocky attitudes and loud voices grated on Jungkook’s nerves, but he waited patiently, biding his time. He had once been like them, reckless and full of misdirected energy. But unlike them, he had the experience of a lifetime in the underworld—a fact that these kids were about to discover.