The dimly lit room was filled with the faint scent of burning incense, a futile attempt to mask the metallic odor of blood lingering in the air. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting cold silver beams onto the expensive mahogany desk where Jungkook sat, eyes locked on the latest intelligence report.The room was eerily silent, save for the occasional crackling of the fire in the corner. Jungkook's usually calm demeanor was slowly unraveling as he read through the reports—again. Every lead he chased, every man he sent, came back with nothing. The mysterious "Shadow King," who had risen to become the second most feared mafia leader, was becoming an increasingly dangerous threat to his empire.Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, a scowl marring his handsome features. The muscles in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth.

Jungkook (leaning back in his chair, fists clenched): "That damn 'Shadow King'... How is he gaining power so quickly? No one dares challenge me and lives to tell the tale."

(His gaze turned to the window, the city lights below twinkling like stars, mocking his frustration. He could almost feel the presence of his enemy out there, lurking just beyond his reach.)

Jungkook (gritting his teeth): "I've been at the top for too long to let some ghost come out of nowhere and threaten my throne. I've crushed every rival who's dared to step into my territory. And this one will be no different."

(With a sudden burst of rage, he slammed his fist onto the desk, rattling the glassware nearby.)

Jungkook (voice dropping to a cold, determined whisper): "Enjoy your rise while it lasts, Shadow King. Because when I find you, I'll tear you down—piece by piece. Not even your shadows will protect you."

Little did he know, the "Shadow King" was not a man, but a woman—Min YN. Hidden behind her carefully crafted disguise, she was silently watching, always a step ahead. The world might see her as a mere timid girl, but in the underworld, she was the ruthless force bringing chaos to Jungkook's empire

ON OTHER HAND

The night was calm, a light breeze fluttering the curtains of Min YN's lavish penthouse. She was lounging comfortably on her balcony, the city skyline spread out before her. Dressed in her casual attire, she looked nothing like the feared "Shadow King." The peaceful ambiance contrasted sharply with the chaos she was creating in the underworld.

Her second-in-command, her most trusted confidant, stood beside her with the latest reports. The news was good—her strategic attacks were steadily pushing her closer to becoming the most powerful player in the mafia world. Yet, despite the growing tension in the underworld, Min YN was completely at ease.

Min YN (with a carefree laugh): "So, the number one is getting desperate, huh? Whoever this so-called mafia king is, he's clearly losing his grip."

(She took a leisurely sip from her cup of tea, her eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and confidence.)

Min YN (leaning back with a contented sigh): "Let him throw his tantrums. The louder he screams, the closer I get to taking his throne. Soon, I'll be number one, and all of his hard work will crumble beneath my feet."

(Her second-in-command smirked, knowing how unbothered she was about the chaos she was causing.)

Min YN (twirling a strand of her hair, voice light and teasing): "I wonder who this top dog really is... I've never seen his face, but he sure knows how to make a mess. Too bad for him, he's up against me."

(She gazed out at the city lights, blissfully unaware that the man she was targeting was none other than Jungkook, the singer she once admired for his kindness. To her, the "mafia king" was just another faceless adversary in her rise to power.)

Min YN (with a playful smirk): "Whoever he is, he better enjoy his throne while he still can. Because once I take it, he'll be nothing more than a memory."

Little did she know, her next encounter with Jungkook wouldn't be as a fan meeting a famous singer, but as two rivals battling for control over the criminal underworld.