The Queens Take the Throne”

Overseas

A week later, the tension in the Rivel Convention Center was sharp enough to cut glass.

BTS and Bang PD sat across a long marble conference table, surrounded by executives from the global event company. The mood was off — tense, quiet, suffocating.

Bang PD’s voice broke the silence.

“I don’t understand. You approved the concert two months ago, the tickets are sold out worldwide, and now you’re saying BTS can’t perform?”

One of the board members shifted uncomfortably. “We received new instructions, sir. Orders from higher management. The venue is no longer available.”

Bang PD slammed a hand on the table. “Orders from who? You’ve already been paid in full!”

The room fell silent.

Then, the door opened.

An older man walked in — tall, silver-haired, his expensive suit screaming arrogance. His smirk made the air colder.

“I’m the one who gave the order,” he said smoothly. “I don’t want BTS performing here. Call it off.”

The executives bowed slightly. “Mr. Jacob, please—”

Bang PD stood, furious. “You can’t do that. This isn’t how business works!”

Jacob adjusted his tie. “Business bends to power, Mr. Bang. And right now, the power isn’t yours.”

Before anyone could reply—

A new voice echoed through the hall, sharp, strong, and beautifully dangerous.

> “And who gave you permission to make that decision?”

Everyone turned.

Standing in the doorway was Kim Saba — radiant in a black power suit, diamond earrings glinting, eyes blazing with confidence. She walked in slowly, every step echoing authority.

The executives stood instantly.

Saba smiled — a dangerous, savage smile.

“Mr. Jacob, before you embarrass yourself further… that stadium you’re talking about?” She leaned forward slightly. “It belongs to me.”

Jacob froze.

Saba continued, voice cold but elegant. “So, unless you’ve started buying my properties in your dreams, I suggest you sit down.”

Jacob’s jaw tightened. “Miss Saba, don’t test me. I can buy your stadium in the blink of an eye. You and your sister can’t go against me.”

The air went still.

Then — a door at the back opened.

And a voice like thunder rolled through the room.

> “Then buy it, Jacob. I’d love to see you try.”

Every head turned.

Ana Kim walked in, dressed in a dark navy suit, her hazel-green eyes burning like gold fire. She moved with the calm of a storm — unhurried, unstoppable.

She took the seat at the head of the table without waiting for permission, crossing one leg over the other like a queen taking her throne.

Jacob straightened, his arrogance faltering. “Are you… challenging me, Miss Kim?”

Ana’s lips curved slightly. “I don’t challenge. I warn.”

She glanced at her watch. “You have one hour to buy my stadium. After that, I’ll buy your entire empire.”

A ripple of gasps filled the room.

Jacob’s face flushed. “You don’t know who I am—”

Ana cut him off, voice calm and deadly.

“Oh, I know who you are. A puppet. Dancing on strings held by your invisible boss.”

Silence.

Jacob’s phone rang suddenly. He glanced down — his hand trembled.

He answered, only to go pale. The voice on the other end was trembling too.

He turned back to Ana. “Why… why did you do that?”

Ana leaned back. “Because I can. And because I warned you never to make a mistake with the name Kim.”

She turned to her bodyguard, James, standing by the door.

“Take him out. I don’t want to see his face again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As Jacob was escorted out, the room fell into utter silence. No one dared breathe.

Ana stood gracefully, straightening her jacket.

Saba stood beside her, folding her arms — a savage smirk still playing on her lips.

Bang PD stepped forward, still stunned. “Miss Ana… Miss Saba… thank you for helping us.”

Saba turned slightly, her tone casual but teasing.

“"Don't thank us yet. We did this because our grandfather called. If he finds out we almost lost a property to a man like Jacob, he’ll scold us for being 'slow.'"

Then she paused, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Bang — what kind of concert were you planning, exactly?”

Bang PD smiled nervously. “It’s for our artists — BTS.”

Jin blinked, his jaw dropping. "You... you don't know BTS?"

Saba blinked. “BTS?”

She turned, finally noticing the seven idols sitting quietly at the end of the table.

Her gaze softened slightly, playful curiosity lighting her face.

“Ohh… idols? I didn’t know.” She smiled faintly. “Good luck then.”

She turned to leave.

Ana glanced once toward BTS — her eyes met Jungkook’s for half a heartbeat. Time stopped.

Then she looked away, speaking calmly as she walked out.

“Meeting adjourned.”

The doors closed behind them — leaving silence, awe, and the weight of power hanging in the air.

RM exhaled. “Now I understand why people call them the Queens of Dubai.”

Jungkook was still staring at the door, his pulse wild.

He whispered, “And that’s the woman I fell for.”

The Smile She Forgot”

The night was calm in Dubai, the air carrying the scent of roses from the hotel garden. Inside the Crystal Mirage Hotel lobby, the golden lights reflected off the marble floors, soft music playing in the background.

The elevator doors slid open with a faint ding.

Standing there were Jin, Suga, and Jungkook, waiting to go up after a long day of schedules.

Jin yawned. “If I see another meeting room today, I’ll faint.”

Suga smirked. “At least we have good coffee here.”

But Jungkook wasn’t listening — his gaze was fixed ahead.

Because walking through the glass doors, dressed in a simple grey hoodie and joggers, her hair tied in a messy bun, and phone in hand… was Ana Kim.

Even without her empire around her, she carried the same cold grace — quiet, powerful, untouchable.

Beside her bounced Shara, full of energy as always, talking nonstop.

Jin nudged Jungkook’s arm, whispering sharply, "Ya, Jungkook! Look, your love is coming this way. Try to breathe!"

Jungkook’s heart hammered against his ribs so loudly he was sure she could hear it. As Ana stepped up next to them, the scent of fresh rain and expensive coffee filled the small space. She didn't look at them; her hazel-green eyes were fixed on her phone, her fingers moving with surgical speed

“Anaaaa,” Shara pouted, “can we go out tonight? I want to see Dubai’s night market!”

Ana didn’t even look up. “Sorry, Shara. I have a meeting in New York in three hours.”

Shara groaned dramatically. “Again? Why are you always flying in the sky?”

Ana’s lips twitched faintly. “It’s my life, unnie.”

Shara crossed her arms. “At this point, just make your jet into a house. You practically live there.”

Ana finally looked up, her tone calm. “Good idea. I’ll ask Saba to design me a house jet.”

Shara blinked. “You’re impossible. Do you even remember the last time you slept properly?”

Ana thought for a second, expression blank.

“Maybe when I was five years old.”

Jin snorted quietly, and Jungkook’s lips curved slightly — he couldn’t stop watching her. Every word, every cold reply only made him want to understand her more.

The elevator arrived with a soft ding.

They all stepped inside — Ana, Shara, Jin, Suga, Jungkook, and a few others.

Shara looked at Ana again. “You really should visit Seoul, Ana. It’s been ten years. Don’t you miss it?”

Ana kept typing on her phone. “Maybe I’ll visit for an hour.”

Shara frowned gently. “Sometimes, we have to leave the past behind to move toward the future.”

Ana’s fingers froze mid-type.

Her expression shifted for the briefest second — pain flickered through her eyes.

“ I don't live in the past, Unnie” she said softly. “There’s nothing there to return to.”

Shara sighed, her voice tender. “That’s why you forgot how to smile.,You’ve buried everything so deep you don't even know how to be happy anymore.”

Ana glanced at her, a faint, ironic smirk curling her lips. “Smiling is temporary. It disappears fast"

“Like time?” Shara teased.

Ana rolled her eyes. “Are you taking my interview now? Because if yes, I’m not in the mood.”