episode 1
Scene: Streets of Seoul — Afternoon
The city was loud. People laughed, shopped, ate. But in the middle of it all… walked a lonely boy.
Jimin carried heavy grocery bags, nearly as big as his chest.
park jimin
(thinking) “…So heavy.”
His hands burned, but nobody looked.
To the world, he was invisible.
park jimin
(thinking) “Why would anyone care? They never do.
He reached the place he called home. No relief.
Only dread.His father would be waiting… drunk.
park jimin
(thinking) “…I still need to stop by the shop.”
He turned toward the old corner store. The walls had holes, one window cracked, a cardboard sheet barely covering it.
park jimin
(whispering) “…I hate this place.”
Jimin walked to the counter, a familiar discomfort rising in his chest.
He hated this man.The shop owner — cruel, ugly inside, selling drugs and alcohol to anyone.Jimin knew… because he was living proof.
Seventeen years old. Buying alcohol since nine. For his father.
shop owner
"Sickly sweet" Jimin, how are you, sweetie?”
Jimin froze. Shuddered at the word.
park jimin
(quietly) “…Fine.”
He placed the alcohol bottles on the counter, avoiding the man’s eyes.
shop owner
(smirking) “You know, Jimin… my offer is still on the table.”
shop owner
Do this one thing for me… and you don’t have to pay today.”
Jimin froze. His chest tightened.
That smile again. The one he hated.The one that made him sick.
park jimin
(thinking) “Never. I’ll never let him touch me.”
park jimin
(thinking) “Not like that. Not ever.”
He didn’t say a word. Just pulled out money and
placed it firmly on the counter.
shop owner
(annoyed) “Tch…”
But he still took the cash.
The moment Jimin got his change, he grabbed it and rushed out the door
Jimin started running, his small hands burning red from
the weight of the groceries.
park jimin
(thinking) “Ahhh…” (groans in his head)
He stopped only when he rounded a corner, setting the bags
down carefully. He opened his palms. Red marks everywhere.
His breath came fast. His chest ached.
Jimin flipped his old wristwatch — the one his mother gave
him before she died
park jimin
Eyes widening No… no no no.”
park jimin
(thinking) “I was supposed to be home by 9:35
Terror filled his chest. He picked up the groceries and ran harder.
His father’s punishments flashed in his mind.
And worse—this district was dangerous after dark.
Criminals ruled here. The mafia controlled everything.
park jimin
(thinking) “…I’ve been lucky never to meet them.”
park jimin
(thinking) “…And I don’t ever want to.”
park jimin
(thinking) If I’m late, father will punish me… but it’s not just that. It’s dangerous to be outside here after dark.
This was the poorest, most dangerous part of Seoul. Corruption ruled. The police looked away, and the mafia were the true kings.
park jimin
(thinking) I was lucky enough never to encounter any of them… and I didn’t even know what they looked like. I wasn’t planning to find out either.
The streets are quiet. Too quiet. Jimin grips his bag tighter,
praying he won’t meet anyone.
But fate had other plans.
Across the street, a tall man appears. Expensive black clothes. Shoes polished. His whole aura screams money and power.
park jimin
(thinking) He looks so rich… so untouchable. What’s he even doing here?
The man’s face is blank. His eyes stay on the ground as if deep in thought. He walks calmly, almost arrogantly.
park jimin
(thinking, bitter) Crazy… walking down this street looking like a signboard that says “I AM RICH.”
Suddenly, as if the night itself had come alive, another
figure emerges from a dark alley.
His clothes were filthy. Torn jeans. Old shirt. Beard unkempt. A long scar slashed across his left cheek. He belonged here—in the shadows.
Jimin freezes. His eyes land on something glinting.
park jimin
(thinking, horrified) That’s… a knife. In his pocket.
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