【ＭＩＳＴＡＫＥ】𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖋

꧁ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜꧂

She was the driving force behind it all, teaching her son how to be a spectator, to sit back and be entertained.

She descended the throne and became her son's puppeteer, her hands now holding the strings of his pawns.

Under her leadership, the Jeon's became well-known throughout the world; they had become members of the most powerful families in all of East Asia, controlling behind the scenes in every corner of South Kore-.'

Please, Gods, stop blabbering about the Jeon's like a whore worshiping some premature dick." Jimin couldn't help but scoff at the remark; he wasn't angry, just annoyed at his childhood friend. "It's not my fault, we made a deal during Poker," he whined. Jimin couldn't help but sigh at the memory of losing that night, which was followed by many humiliating moments.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a little?" I'd have believed you more if you'd said he had an unwashed arse." He said this as he sipped from his glass of unknown contents.

"True." Jimin agreed, the two of them didn't have a great relationship with Jeon Jungkook, he had a stick up his butt and they didn't like it one bit, unfortunately, the power came with frequenting annoying people and since they grew up together, they've grown accustomed to tolerating each other.

As you can see, these two became very trustworthy companions; after all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?

Unfortunately, killing that one bird with one stone was difficult when he remained as enigmatic as the world's seven wonders.

"Man acts as if he's one of Genghis Khan's many legitimate sons," he scoffed, "as if the entire world was made to be placed in his palms." Jimin couldn't stop laughing at the hypocrisy. "We all have that perception in this shithole called Gangnam, Taehyung."

These days, 4th generation Chaebol are unaware of the difficulties.

They were never put in situations where they would have to go for weeks without food, water, or a roof over their heads. They were simply too preoccupied with living the high life, partying all day, and overdosing on drugs.

In a world where you held power and wealth, you were bound to become bored, and boredom can lead to you doing very risky things because the excitement, pleasure, and rush you felt were so addictive.

They clearly knew how degenerate they could be, fellow craftsmen with a work of art like a mask that held many stories, so there was no need to lie about it.

"You're home early," Taehyung's older sister Tae-hee said as she entered the room, interrupting their quiet conversation. He directed his attention to her, who was dressed in an expensive white pantsuit and silver kitten heels, with her neck and ears adorned with expensive jewelry. A beautiful woman and an almost exact replica of Taehyung who found herself in her mid-thirties, skin unblemished by the scorching sun due to the amount of time she spends in her office, dark brown eyes built from a spitting fire of ice-cold lava, hair cut short into a Soft Layered Mullet with Curtain Bangs like style.

Because of their age difference, Taehyung and she did not have a close relationship, but they tolerated each other. The irritating traditional and misogynistic ways that define women as too weak to be appointed as an heir still exist in South Korea, but as the world advances and women continue to struggle only to prove to the world that they are capable of partaking in the same role as men, if not becoming greater than them.

His father was one of the few men who believed that women and men were equal enough to share the role of leader. His ideals of her becoming the heir were already entrusted to her since her birth, and he gradually helped in building her into the heir that she now knew she wanted to be.

Taehyung was a little different; he wanted to be a famous lawyer like his mother, but he wanted to build this career with his own hands and prowess. That was his fantasy until he met Jeon Jungkook.

"I've come to pick up some items; I have a flight in about three hours." She responds with a small gesture of her wrist, adorned with an expensive electronic watch, greeting Jimin politely before hurrying upstairs to her chamber.

"Danm, as usual, cold and sexy." Taehyung snorted in disgust as Jimin hugged his sister's arse, "I forgot you liked Cougar's for a second."

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"Did you have fun?"

"I don't recall my personal pleasures being any of your business, Heoseok-ssi."

The small smirk he wore morphed into a small simper. Jungkook's cold and distant tendencies were to be used by the man. If he hadn't known better, he would've thought him a bore because he was always so serious and professional. He was older and had been in the field for much longer, but he admired him greatly, a brilliant manipulator who wore the crown of an outstanding legacy on his head.

"Always eager to get into serious issues." As he picked up his glass of whiskey from the coffee table, he remarked. "Everything is being handled as you requested." As Hoeseok sipped his drink, he made a small movement with his free hand, signaling one of his men to carry out his command.

The guard, realizing what he meant, exited the room, signaling to the men outside to bring up a large duffel bag.

The contents must have been heavy, as it required people to carry It and place It gently on the floor of the suit's luxurious living room.

Jungkook rose from the comfortable but pricey couch and proceeded to open the bag. A small smile formed on his face as he observed the 'perfect' content, tilting his head with his cold eyes full of slightly hidden glee bearing right at the smiling Mister Jung. "I hope you're pleased." "Because, it's your turn to complete the deal," he says as he returns his beverage to the coffee table, his dangerous grin quickly dissolving into nothing but stoicism.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise given the contents of the bag. In fact, it is you.