THE CRIME SCENE

PROLOGUE

🖤 PROLOGUE
“Four Men. One Girl. And a Fate She Never Chose.”
Seoul is a city of lights.
Neon signs flicker. Sirens echo. Secrets breathe in the dark.
And in the middle of it all — there was her.
Y/N.
A quiet university student who worked part-time at a vintage bookstore. She liked rainy evenings, second-hand novels, and walking home alone with her headphones in.
She didn’t know she was being watched.
Not by one man.
By four.
From the rooftop of the building across her apartment, a camera lens adjusted focus.
Kim Taehyung — a crime scene photographer by profession — had an eye trained to capture details others missed.
Blood patterns. Tear stains. Fear.
And now… her.
He first noticed her when he was hired to photograph a crime scene near her street. She had been standing behind police tape, eyes wide, curiosity stronger than fear.
Most people looked away from violence.
She didn’t.
That fascinated him.
Now his lens followed her instead.
He told himself it was harmless.
Observation.
Study.
Art.
But the photos in his apartment walls were no longer about art.
They were about possession.
Across the Han River, in a luxury penthouse office overlooking the city, sat Park Jimin.
Officially, he was the heir to one of Korea’s largest pharmaceutical corporations.
Unofficially… he handled problems.
Efficiently.
Quietly.
Y/N had witnessed something she shouldn’t have — a late-night exchange outside a warehouse connected to his company. She didn’t understand what she saw.
But she remembered faces.
And Jimin never left loose ends.
He ordered surveillance on her.
At first, it was business.
Then he started watching the live camera feed himself.
He didn’t know why.
Underground, beneath flashing club lights and illegal high-stakes poker games, ruled Min Yoongi.
Music producer by day.
Shadow investor in Seoul’s criminal underworld by night.
He met Y/N differently.
She bumped into him at a crosswalk, spilling coffee on his black coat. She panicked. Apologized repeatedly.
He should have been angry.
Instead, he memorized her voice.
Something about her felt untouched.
Unclaimed.
He didn’t like that.
From that day on, his men followed her. Not to hurt her.
To make sure no one else touched what he had silently decided was his.
And then there was Jungkook.
The youngest self-made CEO in Seoul’s tech world. Brilliant. Ruthless. Controlled.
He didn’t believe in coincidences.
The night Y/N almost got caught in a warehouse explosion meant to erase evidence… he was there negotiating a tech contract with Jimin’s company.
He saw her running.
He saw the men chasing her.
And something inside him calculated faster than logic.
If she stayed unprotected — she would die.
So he made a decision.
Not a kind one.
Not a gentle one.
But a final one.
He would take her somewhere safe.
Whether she agreed… or not.
Four powerful men.
Four different obsessions.
A stalker who watches. A man who wants her silenced. A king who refuses to share. And a protector who doesn’t ask for permission.
Y/N thought she was living an ordinary life.
She didn’t know she had already stepped into a war.
And in wars like this…
Love isn’t soft.
It’s survival.