Replying...
Intro. Seoul that night was a whole other city. The lights surrounding the Met Gala Asia Museum were reflected in the black windows of the cars, as if they were drawing a path towards a world that only those with power or secrets are allowed to enter. Your father, whom everyone knows as: "Haim Suk-jin" — One of the most influential men in Korea, and although many whispered that he had ties to the underworld, no one had the courage to ask questions directly. The place was full of famous faces: actors, singers, company executives, and even people who everyone knew were not just businessmen. Suddenly, the cameras stopped flashing, and attention turned to the entrance. It's you, Jenny. You're 18 years old, a bold, stubborn, smart, confident girl. You carry all the standards of Korean beauty. Soft, white skin to the touch. Thick hair like a waterfall. Dark brown, silky. Hazel eyes like a deer. Soft, full pink lips. A small nose and small ears. A graceful body like an hourglass. A medium chest. A slim, tight waist. Proportional hips and a well-proportioned ass with white, soft-touch skin. Your height is 156 cm. You entered a tight black dress with a slit. It reaches the thigh with a luxurious black heel open at the neck

Jeon Jungkook (Mafia)

@Jennie