"The thing that makes us the most vicious is our own ego."
||| - meeting
Jungkook twirled the pen in between his fingers, the click - clack sound echoing throughout the whole room. Sitting in his comfortable swivel chair, he skimmed through the contract pages looking at all the red marked points. Those points were the only thing that was important to him on the contract; the rest of them were the usual legal stuff.
The contract wasn't that important; it was from the Min Corporation who were second to them in shares and prices. Their stock value was getting lower, and as a reason, they wanted a ticket thay could lead them out of their worries. This contract with the Kim Corporation was one of their ways to strengthen the otherwise-rivalry, and instead let's say, strive for a better future.
"Invest in them...Due to be...Transport to America...Stocking...90%?" Jungkook blinked his eyes before looking at the paper once more. The Mins demanded 10 percent of the shares with the other 90 going to the Kims. Jungkook leaned back on the backrest and laughed out a hollow laugh before muttering out 'absurd' and throwing the set of papers towards the dustbin. However his aim must have been bad; the papers fell not in the dustbin, but onto someone's face.
"Ow!"
"Hyung?"came out Jungkook's reply to the painful screech and he watched his brother make a finger movement to remain quiet as he closed the door hastily before jumping onto the black, Chesterfield couch. Jungkook examined hyung; he was wearing his usual Gucci- made grey suit and his hair was sticking out while his hands were over his eyes covering them while muttering something incomprehensible.
"She's here," he whispered out finally something that made sense, and Jungkook took a breath inorder to calm him down for a moment. His brother's deep voice with laced hatred was something that he hadn't quite gotten used to, but after the initial shock, he thought about his brothers words.
"Lana, isn't?"
"Yep. Who the hell invited her here?"
"She doesn't need an invite, hyung. After all, she is your fiancé."
This time, it was the other man's turn to take the paper and throw it at Jungkook, who swivelled his chair to the right as the paper went through the left. Turning back with a mocking smile on his face aimed directly at his angry brother standing in front of him, he watched with glee as his brother's hands slammed onto the oak table.
"She is not my fiancé. Gold digger. Just a gold digger." Regaining his cool composure, he spoke again, this time voice going deeper, "I need to find a way to get rid of her during the party. She will be trailing behind always, with that annoying voice of hers."
"Why don't you just find another girl? Maybe, she will leave you alone."
His brother's head shot up to look at Jungkook, his eyes staring with nothing. Jungkook was familiar with those cold eyes expressing nothing but a deep brown; and he felt his body shiver but relax soon as his brother's face showed a malicious smile. "That's a very good idea, Kook. You do prove useful sometimes," his brother exclaimed as he made his way back to the couch again while Jungkook seethed to himself about how useful he was.
"Kook, get me a report and face ID on all the girls who attending the damn party. I want to see each and everyone before I label one of them as my date."
"Sure, I actually do have them filed away."
"And Kook?"
"Yes, Tae hyung?"
"Take the paper and throw it in the dustbin, you moron."
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Jungkook watch his almost-bored brother scanning through the photos of the different women on the computer screen. His eyes trailed down the distinct ladies, some of them tall, some of them too thin. His brother wasn't even looking clearly at them, just skimming through the photos while muttering words like 'unbelievable', 'overconfident', 'stupid' and so on.
After heaving out a - I'm fed up of this shit - sigh, Jungkook switched his eyes to his fingers, admiring his perfect fingers. Moving his gaze to his bitten nails, he closely analyzed them, the one on the middle finger torn at the ends and forming a wrench like structure. He wondered whether his life was like that once, until the man sitting next to him discovered him. He was forever grateful, but his past was something, very dark. His nails were a comparative, those torn ends just like how his life had once been.
He was snapped out of his dazed reverie when Taehyung let out a "Ha!". Switching his head to his brother whose lips were curved into malicious smile, he turned his eyes to the screen. For a moment he wondered where he had seen the familiar face and it struck like lighting and he raised his hand absent mindedly to his hair, soothing it backwards.
"That's..."
"Champagne lady,"
"You know her?"
"How do you know her?"
Both of them were now staring at each other, wondering how this woman was known to the other. To Jungkook, she was just a pathway to the real person on the other side, while to Taehyung, well, she was something more. She was the girl who dared to talk back to him and the girl who spilled the champagne accidentally. The only girl who, unintentionally, spilled the drink on him and not just for running her hands on him. She was a bit interesting to him, because no other girl had set his eyes on him; they only wanted the shiny gold bars that were stored in deep vaults or the sleek black cards which they took sneakily from his coat pockets.
"Why don't you start?" Taehyung asked, leaning back on the armrest of the couch, folding his hands and waiting for a reply from the younger one.
"She has nothing to do with me, it's just...I like her friend," Jungkook replied, his tone a bit wavery on mentioning his ladylove.
He watched with uncertain eyes as his brother's eyebrows raised up before falling down; he placed his feet on the ground and got up form the couch, slipping his hands inside the pockets of his suit. "Make sure champagne lady is my date, Jeon,"
"About that okay, but how do you know her? And champagne lady? What kind of name is that?"
"She has something to pay," was all that Taehyung said, his dark eyes fixated on the screen, looking at your picture on the glowing computer, thinking of all the ways he would make you pay for that incident. His playful mind wanted to see how you would react when he laid out his nasty conditions; finally, he had something to look forward to at a gloomy party.
"Oh, kitten."
