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CHAPTER 12 | Wishful Thinking

Jimin grabbed the item carefully off of the crowded, yet organized shelf. Taking his pure white handkerchief out of his breast pocket, he polished the golden trophy slowly.

Staring down at the object, envy washed through his body. All of those trophies lining the shelf, all with their individual shapes and sizes and lusters . . His brow twitched. All he had to do was sneak into one of these rooms whilst everyone else was sound asleep, grab a good, high-selling item and—

Footsteps tapped into the room, cutting Jimin out of his thoughts and causing him to scramble and place the item back up on the shelf. Turning around the brightly-lit room, he placed a hand on his hip, indenting his perfectly ironed black trousers.

"Jimin-hyung!" Ah, yes, the youngest in the Jeon family. Jimin's lips curled into a simper. He must've just gotten back from high school.

"Did Jisoo pick you up?" Jimin asked at the sight of the younger. His brown fringe covered his forehead, chestnut locks falling over his starry doe-eyes as he grinned a bunny smile. His slightly chubby cheeks puffed up with the gesture, causing Jimin to gush to himself. 'He's adorable.'

Guilt pooled in the pit of his stomach. 'And here I was considering stealing from his family . . .'

"Yes, hyung," Jungkook replied curtly. The younger pulled off the ironed yellow jacket of his school uniform and threw it over his shoulder as he conversed with the older. "Though, I wish it had been you."

"Oh, come on, Jungkook," Jimin smiled. "It's always me. You know I had extra cleaning duty today."

"Wish you didn't," Jungkook murmured, walking a few steps behind before slumping on the long, grand cream-colored couch of one of their many lounge rooms. This one in particular was filled to the brim with rewards and trophies all received by the Jeon family for a variety of services, participation in athletics, and assistances to South Korea.

Jimin turned back to the newly cleaned trophy case, shutting the door carefully. "Your parents work me good, but I enjoy it."

The Jeons were a very sophisticated, wealthy family, Jimin had learned. Everybody in Korea knew of them for their numerous and abundant contributions to the citizens of the country and for their government, and, with their wealth, they funded many government-directed organizations, groups, and charity's. It was easy to say that they're quite generous.

Jimin wasn't fooled, though — he knows the dark, malicious truths of this family and what they stand for, and he finds a disgust lingering in his bones at just the thought of them. They weren't as righteous as they came off.

Jeon Jungkook, on the other hand, was pure, kind, caring. A sensitive young boy of age 18, he was just approaching adulthood and at the edge of highschool. A few months left and he'd finally graduate, pressured by his parents to pursue a job in business as they did.