"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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I scrunch my nose and curse under my breath at the absence of signal. I didn't even check. This is a little too risky.
I should and take as many pictures as possible. I'm standing in a 14 m2 room, with the walls entirely covered with pictures, articles, names, all rallied with red threads. Jungkook is at the center of all the red threads.
Jimin and Taehyung are also in the picture which would be strange if they were the culprits...right? I'm here too, next to Jungkook. Actually, all the people protecting Jungkook one way or another are around him, some are crossed out, meaning all the previous bodyguards.
I furrow my eyebrows at one picture. One that seems familiar. I look at the name and my eyes widen.
It's Jungkook's father.
Has this been going on for longer than this year? That can't be? Did they cross Jungkook's dad off the list?
Taehyung and Jimin are in the large circle of people either protecting Jungkook or probably standing in the way of the person's goals. Why have they never been attacked then? Something is fishy here...
Hoseok was aimed at, so were Seokmin and I. Jungkook's father is dead, the bodyguards are all dead... Jimin and Taehyung have never been attacked. So they don't really stand in the way do they?
For a split second, the thought of them maybe working together crosses my mind, but I dismiss it quickly. That wouldn't make sense. It really wouldn't. It's not realistic. It would be too big.
I follow the thread pinned to my picture. It goes from Jungkook, then to me. I'm linked to Jimin, Taehyung... All colours leave my face when I follow the thread and reach a picture of my brother Jin with Ellie. I can't touch anything.
But how badly would I want to tear that picture away from the wall. They can't touch my brother. If they do, I'll kill them all. I tighten my hands into fists, feeling the anger growing in me. I follow the second long thread departing from me and frown at the sight of my parents. What's the use of having them hang up here? One is dead and the other is in prison...
I shrug it off and keep studying the board.
Members of Jungkook's office are pinned to the wall. Fired employees are crossed off.
I turn around to another part of the wall. There's a black picture, with no name at the center. It's done just like Jungkook's part of the wall. But the center person has no face and no name. There's a circle of people around.
