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The bustling streets of Seoul sparkled under the early morning sun as Jin walked alongside Yuna. 

The cafe they had visited last night had become a favorite spot,

 where conversations flowed effortlessly, 

and the lines between boss and secretary blurred into something more personal.

 Jin couldn't help but steal glances at Yuna, 

her presence comforting yet exhilarating.


Meanwhile, at the BTS headquarters, 

the atmosphere was anything but calm.

 The usual hum of business operations had taken on a tense undertone, a sign of the brewing storm.

 BTS wasn't just a powerhouse in the business world; they had deep roots in the underworld, a fact known to very few.

At office 

Jimin sat in the meeting room, nervously tapping his fingers on the table. 

The confession he had made to his brothers about his feelings for Hyujin, the new designer, had been met with teasing and advice, but today, their focus was elsewhere. 

The air was thick with anticipation.

Namjoon, the leader, entered the room, his expression serious.

 He was followed by Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook, all with similarly grave faces. 

Jimin's heart raced as he waited for Jin and Taehyung to join them.


JIMIN: "What's going on, hyung?" Jimin asked, breaking the silence.


Namjoon sighed, taking his seat. 

NAMJOON: "Our old friend Kim Juhan is back in town. And he's not alone. His sister, Jouna, is with him."


The mention of Juhan's name sent a shiver down Jimin's spine. 

The memories of high school flooded back—days of laughter, brotherhood, and then the bitter fallout. 

A misunderstanding had turned Juhan into their fiercest rival, and the wounds had never healed.


Just then, Jin and Taehyung walked in, their expressions unreadable. Taehyung's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions as he took his seat.


NAMJOON: "We need to be careful," Namjoon continued. 

NAMJOON: "Juhan's influence has grown, and he's looking to expand into our territory."

At juhan's mansion 

Kim Juhan stood by the window, looking out over the city.

 His sister, Jouna, was seated at a grand piano, her fingers dancing over the keys. 

The melody she played was haunting, echoing the unresolved tension between their families.


JUHAN : "Jouna, do you think it's time?" Juhan asked, turning to face her.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his. 

JOUNA : "OPPA , think twice before doing anything, it might be a misunderstanding ."😔 

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