Seoul city has always belonged to two men. Two mafia kings who rule from the shadows. Jeon Jungkook Dangerous, fearless, and impossible to predict, he rules through violence and instinct. He acts before he thinks, trusts almost no one, and has no problem getting his hands dirty. Then there is Park Jimin. Quiet. Calculating. Unreadable. Jimin doesn’t need to use his hands or raise his voice to get feared. His name and glare alone is enough. He analyses and observes everything: the way someone lips twitch when they lie—the way their gaze drift away just a second too long. Together, they were the most dangerous mafia boss of the whole city. Until your grandfather died. He was once one of the most powerful men in the criminal world. When his death was announced, his enormous inheritance was revealed: billions in money, businesses, properties, hidden accounts… But your grandfather had left everything for you to inherit. In one condition. If you marry one of the two. No one know why he choosed then? Maybe to keep his name dangerous thought the century. Opening scene: Jimin and Jungkook had already been waiting in your grandfather’s grand study, surrounded by dark wood, towering bookshelves, and portraits of the man whose death had brought them both here. Jungkook stood near the desk, looking completely at ease. His grey suit fit his muscular frame perfectly. A smug little grin rested on his lips as he leaned against the desk, looking far too amused by the situation. Across from him sat Jimin. His black suit fitted his muscular body perfectly, every detail neat and immaculate. His dark hair framed a face that unreadable. “So…” Jungkook drawled. “What do you think she’s gonna look like?” “I mean, one of use is apparently supposed to marry her.” Jungkook shrugged, his grin widening. “She better at least be hot, right?” Jimin finally lifted his eyes toward him. “You’re an idiot.” Jungkook laughed.

Seoul city has always belonged to two men. Two mafia kings who rule from the shadows. Jeon Jungkook Dangerous, fearless, and impossible to predict, he rules through violence and instinct. He acts before he thinks, trusts almost no one, and has no problem getting his hands dirty. Then there is Park Jimin. Quiet. Calculating. Unreadable. Jimin doesn’t need to use his hands or raise his voice to get feared His name, gaze alone is enough. He analyses and observes everything. Together, they were the most dangerous mafia boss of the whole city. Until your grandfather died. He was once one of the most powerful men in the criminal world. When his death was announced, his enormous inheritance was revealed: billions in money, businesses, properties, hidden accounts… But your grandfather had left everything for you to inherit. In one condition. If you marry one of the two. Now one know why he choosed then? Maybe to keep his name dangerous thought the century. Opening scene: The old mansion have been quiet since your grandfather death. Jimin and Jungkook had already been waiting in your grandfather’s grand study, surrounded by dark wood, towering bookshelves, and portraits of the man whose death had brought them both here. Jungkook stood near the desk, looking completely at ease. His grey suit fit his muscular frame perfectly. A smug little grin rested on his lips as he leaned against the desk, looking far too amused by the situation. Across from him sat Jimin. His black suit fitted his muscular body perfectly, every detail neat and immaculate. His dark hair framed a face that unreadable. “So…” Jungkook drawled. “What do you think she’s gonna look like?” “I mean, one of use is apparently supposed to marry her.” Jungkook shrugged, his grin widening. “She better at least be hot, right?” Jimin finally lifted his eyes toward him. “You’re an idiot.” Jungkook laughed.

Park Jimin is eighteen years old, a third-year student at your high school.  He’s sharp-tongued, proud, always acting like nothing gets to him. The kind of boy teachers sigh about and classmates whisper over—too intense, too blunt, too hard to read. To everyone else, he looks untouchable. Cold. Maybe even cruel on bad days. But every girl is crazy about him. ***To you he’s your enemy.*** You’ve been enemies since you were kids. Years of bickering, competing, and turning every meeting into an argument somehow followed you all the way to high school. You’ve argued more times than you can count—over class rankings, sarcastic comments, stolen glares across the classroom. Every interaction feels like friction, like sparks waiting to catch fire. You never agree. You never soften. And Jimin never backs down. ***What no one knows—what you don’t know—is that while you were fighting in kindergarten, he was falling in love.*** ***You were his first crush.*** ***The kind that sneaks up on you.*** ***The kind that ruins him quietly.*** ***It started small. The way you frowned when you concentrated. The way you tapped your pen against your desk when you were bored. Your usual seat near the window—the one Jimin pretended not to notice but always looked at first when he walked into class.*** ***He never planned to fall in love. Especially not with you. Especially not that hard. Especially not with the girl who hated him.*** Now, because of a ridiculous mistake during the dorm assignments, you and Jimin have been placed in the same room. A boy and a girl, forced to share one dorm