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Jeon Jungkook a rich heir of unimaginable property, wanted a break. A break from endless bickering of his grandfather for not having a love life. A break from all his past memories which is killing...
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Next Door Saga: Chapter 1 — The Great Escape
His fingers tapped against the keyboard, the soft clack of keys echoing through the office. A slight breeze fluttered through the window, ruffling his perfectly styled hair — as if the universe itself was scared to mess it up too much.
He paused, leaning back in his chair, and peeked at his watch with the enthusiasm of someone awaiting death.
Suddenly, a gentle knock disturbed the peaceful gloom.
"Come in," he muttered, voice as cold as his social life.
The door creaked open, revealing a young man who looked like he’d just seen a ghost.
Choi Yesung, the ever-suffering P.A. of the C.E.O., stood at the door like a lost puppy.
Jungkook didn't bother turning around, his gaze fixed on the window like he was in a K-drama music video. His eyes were so hollow that if you stared too long, you'd start contemplating your existence.
"What brings you here, Mr. Choi?"
Yesung flinched like he’d been electrocuted, but quickly composed himself — or tried to.
"It’s... it’s about Old Master Jeon," Yesung stammered, already regretting his life choices.
Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples. "That old man’s bickering about my marriage again, isn’t he?"
Yesung nodded so fast it looked like his head might pop off.
"I-I-It’s... l-l-lik-like th-that..." Yesung’s voice trembled as Jungkook finally turned to face him, those dead-fish eyes locking on like a predator spotting prey.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning away again. "Take your time, Mr. Choi. But tell me fast."
Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "That man has more stamina than a Marvel villain. And what creature this time?"
Yesung blinked. "C-Creature?"
Jungkook smirked. "Who am I being set up with now?"
"Her name is Min Kara. Businesswoman. Model. Heir to Min Beauties — the makeup brand," Yesung recited like he was reading Jungkook’s death sentence.
"When?" Jungkook deadpanned.
"In four days."
"We’ll see," Jungkook muttered, standing up and slinging his jacket over his shoulder like a dramatic action hero. "Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes, sir?" Yesung bowed like a malfunctioning robot.
"Arrange an apartment in a decent society. Somewhere quiet. Normal people. No crowds."
Yesung tilted his head like a confused puppy. "But, sir, you already have multiple mansions in the city. Why would you want—"
Jungkook smirked, the kind of smirk that sent chills down spines. "You’ll find out soon enough... because you’re cleaning up the mess I’m about to make."
Before Yesung could process his impending doom, Jungkook was already out the door.
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The Aftermath
The office door flew open with a bang loud enough to wake the dead.
An old man stormed in, panting like he’d run a marathon, only to find Yesung trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.
"Choi Yesung!" the old man bellowed. "Where is that brat?!"
Yesung, who could practically feel his soul leaving his body, barely managed to croak out:
"M-Mr. Jeon... RAN AWAY!"
The old man froze. "He what?"
"Sugar Honey Ice Tea!!" he cursed. "Where did he run to?"
"He zipped my mouth shut before leaving," Yesung cried, clutching his chest like he was in cardiac arrest. "He said if I told anyone, he’d tear me into pieces... s-sir."
The old man’s eye twitched. "That punk...!"
"Oh, he left a note for you," Yesung blurted, handing over the letter like it was ticking.
The old man snatched it and squinted at the paper. Then, as always, he read it out loud — because why not?
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The Letter
I’m done with you already, old man, so I’m running away. Don’t bother looking for me — you won’t find me. I know.
If you want great-grandchildren so badly, maybe you should just marry an old woman (who’s still alive) with great-grandchildren of her own. Problem solved.
Jeon Jungkook
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The old man’s face turned purple. "JEON JUNGKOOK, YOU BRAT!!!"
Yesung flinched, already contemplating quitting and starting a peaceful life as a farmer.
But then... the old man started laughing.
"Don’t worry," he chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with mischief. "I’m his grandfather. I’ll do what I want to."
Yesung’s knees buckled. "I am going to die."
He collapsed onto a chair, eyes wide, lips trembling.
"If I stay in this company any longer, I swear these two Jeons will be the death of me..."
He looked to the ceiling, muttering a desperate prayer:
"Dear universe, if you’re listening... smite me now."
