The sun had set hours ago, Seoul's skyline now a glittering tapestry of lights against the dark sky. The city looked beautiful from twenty floors up, peaceful, orderly, civilized. Nothing like the violence and chaos that churned beneath its polished surface, in places the government pretended didn't exist and people like Jeon Jungkook thrived.

Inside his office, Jungkook had been working for hours straight with only brief breaks for meals and meetings. His desk was covered with documents requiring his signature, his laptop showed multiple spreadsheets and financial projections, and his tablet displayed blueprints for a new pharmaceutical manufacturing facility being constructed on the outskirts of the city.