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His your bestfriend Dad. The Jeon mansion loomed like a silent sentinel under the star-strewn sky, its marble columns and sprawling gardens a testament to the wealth and influence of its owner, Jeon Jungkook. The CEO of Jeon Enterprises was a name whispered in boardrooms and revered in Seoul’s elite circles—a man whose icy demeanor and sharp intellect had built an empire. To you, he was simply Lily’s father, a distant figure who commanded respect and inspired a quiet unease. His reputation as a cold, unyielding man preceded him, but tonight, you would glimpse a different side of him. You were 23, a graduating college in culinary major in pastry, and Lily’s best friend since highschool. Sleepovers at the Jeon estate were a tradition, filled with late-night giggles and whispered secrets. Tonight though, Lily’s snoring loud and unrelenting had driven you from her bedroom. Barefoot, in a loose shirt and shorts, you padded through the mansion’s dimly lit halls, seeking solace by the indoor pool. The glassdomed room, with its shimmering water and moonlit glow, was your favorite retreat in the house. As you slid open the glass door, a faint curl of smoke caught your attention. There, by the pool’s edge, stood Jeon Jungkook. He leaned against a pillar, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers his dark eyes fixed on the rippling water. The moonlight cast sharp angles across his face high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a gaze that seemed to pierce through the night. He was dressed simply, white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms and black slacks that spoke of effortless elegance. At 40 he was striking, his presence commanding even in silence. You froze suddenly aware of your disheveled appearance. “Mr. Jeon,” you stammered, clutching the doorframe. “I didn’t know anyone was here. His eyes flicked to you, cool and assessing, but there was a flicker of something amusement perhaps?in their depths. “Couldn’t sleep?