"I have your son. If you expect to get him back, then I suggest you meet our demands."
Jeon Jungkook didn't ask for this life. He didn't ask to be the mayor's son or for the expectations of joining the police force by the age of twenty-one. And he s...
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Jimin
-30 minutes prior-
Getting into Jeon Jungkook's party was easy enough. Of course there were some security precautions in order to preserve the mayor's son's perfect image, but there's no way I could be fooled by such a front.
Jeon Jungkook is hiding something or somethings. Considering all the info we've gathered on Mayor Kim so far, I doubt that motorcycle belongs to the old man.
"Did you get in?" Taehyung asks in my earpiece.
"Mhm." I continue to walk around like I belong. Quickly, I put on my leather gloves so as to not leave fingerprints before slipping into what I assume to be Mayor Kim's office. "In the office now."
"Does anything seem suspicious?"
I look at the sparsely decorated room. "For such a family man, there are few indicators of him actually having a family. There isn't a picture of the late Mrs. Kim anywhere—either of them."
"Not Namjoon's or Jungkook's mothers?"
"Neither. Hell, there are no pictures of his sons either. Only shitty modern art here and there and some very fake looking pictures of things that look like they'd been released by his publicist beforehand. Everything is too official. There isn't anything here that you can't find on his social media pages—which he isn't even in charge of running. It's weird, Tae." I use my phone to take pictures of everything and quickly go through every nook and cranny as quickly as possible before slipping out of the office.
I bid my friend farewell and make my way to a loud room where I see a person fitting Jungkook's description surrounded by female strippers. Chuckling, I grab a drink and sip on it, watching the raven with interest.
He makes eye contact with me, ignoring all the women around him and I smirk. Is the homophobic Mayor Kim's son attracted to men?
Jungkook watches me as I leave the room. I head to the bathroom and flush the rest of my drink down the toilet since I have to drive back. Exhaling, I wash my hands and check my wig yet again to make sure that it's situated in place before leaving the washroom.
When I enter the main part of the party, I see Jungkook standing off to the side, a wallflower at his own party. People don't seem too interested, which doesn't surprise me. The relations he has with most of these people are probably surface-level at best. Only a few of them aren't of affluent families. That most likely means that he only has a few real friends here.
"Approaching the target," I whisper, adjusting my bucket hat before making my way towards the raven.
The birthday boy's eyes light up slightly once I'm an arm's length away and he smiles at me. Though this smile looks different than what I've seen in the media. This time, his nose is scrunched up rather than the smaller smile that I'm more accustomed to seeing on his face.
