My Property

CHAPTER 15

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-Author POV-

The room was occupied by some of the most dangerous men of whole Asia. The space was filled with black suits which complemented the individuals wearing them, who were currently engaged in a meeting.

One of the people (so far as you can call these living beings human, who knows what kind of unhuman deeds they have fulfilled?) was the feared Jeon Jungkook, with his right-hand men Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin.

Some may say that Jeon Junkook treats his staff just like all other Mafia Bosses would treat theirs, but that is all just a bare illusion.

Jungkook sees his men, as his crew, his team, and even better; his family. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon were his brothers. Maybe not by blood, but family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and love you no matter what.

With that being said, things might make more sense. It's why Kim Namjoon is currently talking instead of Jeon Jungkook, and debating with the others in the conference room, as if he had the same position Jungkook has in the gang.

No one tried to say something about it, or tried to belittle Namjoon or Seokjin when the pair tried to voice out their opinions; they wouldn't want the past to repeat itself. Jungkook had dealt with those who had tried, and well, it didn't end too well for them.

Usually, Jungkook would participate just as much as his gang members, but today, before he had entered the conference room, he had taken Seokjin and Namjoon aside and asked them to take over. The two had agreed immediately and didn't question it, already knowing what was going on.

As their work trip entered its third day, all three of them began to feel a little uneasy. No one from Seoul's side had responded to any of their calls or messages, and it had been two days since they had been able to speak with any of the others at home. In addition, Jungkook received no status updates, which made him irritated and cranky.

To say that he was unfocused was an understatement, and the only reason why he hadn't already jumped on the plane back home, was because this meeting was important. Not more important than the people at home of course, but Jungkook believed that even if something had happened, they could save themselves. Bangtan wasn't called the most feared group for no reason.

Back to the point; Jungkook was having trouble focusing and his mind was trying to drag him beneath. He looked for the off switch to stop himself from overthinking somewhere in the tangle of his thoughts, but it was guarded and out of reach.

His foot was nervously tapping on the wooden floor, while his fingers were drumming softly against his crossed arms. Seokjin noticed, and moved his chair closer to Jungkook. The chair made a screeching sound as it abruptly slid over the floor. No one paid attention to the sudden, obnoxious sound, and continued listening to Namjoon, who was currently leading the conversation.

Slowly, so as not to surprise Jungkook, Seokjin placed his hand on his shoulder. The younger looked up and raised his eyebrow, stopping his unconscious tapping. Seokjin moved his lips close to Jungkook's ears, and whispered softly: "Do you want to get out?"

Asking if he is okay would be a useless question; it's obvious that he is not. Jin pulled back slightly so he could face his leader, and awaited an answer patiently.

Jungkook looked like he considered the offer, but then shook his head and glanced at Namjoon, who didn't seem to notice the two of them talking (or he just chose to ignore it).