“Kel-Tec PMR-30 three crates, Browning high pistol six crates — yeah there's a lot of demand for it here. Also, 5 mini crates of a 9mm and 2 mini crates .25 ACP bullets. No, I already have that, Yeah Javier is under me now, he's an old man Asif, there is only a little an old man can handle on own.” Jungkook speaks casually, his burner phone against his ears as he walks back and forth. He hums to what Asif, their gun supplier from Dubai speaks.
“Who? His son? Carlos is his nephew not son and In my eyes, he'll do good if he'll tone down his anger and pay attention to business . Except for bullying people around anyways just ship them I'll take care of the rest. Hmm, yes yes about guns… did you get something new?” Jungkook ruffles his hair as Asif lists out some new guns which are in his stock, speaking about their bullet storage, barrel control and other associated features.
“Hmm… yeah okay, send that one? Kalashnikov right, around… I don't know six?? Yeah just that much. I don't think a lot will be sold here. No man, last time I agreed to let you send a couple of samples on your own they turned out trash. The muzzle ended up bursting from that one pistol, dad suffered from a great loss — Sure, Sure whatever you say”
“I’ll see you on shipping day, khuda hafiz” and with that he hangs up, throwing on his phone on the lavish sofa which is half the size of a king sized bed.
Jungkook lays right next to his abandoned phone, leaning his head against the armrest of the couch as he closes his eyes, face facing the ceiling.
It was almost half an hour away from the main area. Even this three store building looked normal from outside, paint peeling off, cracks on the wall and dirt was like A second skin for the building but from inside, boy, that was just another story.
The interior had all kinds of expensive paintings, vases, furniture etc, it was like some kind of lavish room. The room screamed rich and classy, it was in a black and golden aesthetic, the walls completely painted in black with edges outlined in shining golden colour, furniture having the same aesthetic as the walls.
The room had minimalist furniture, there was a small bar at the East side of the room, filled with different types of alcohol.
Jungkook liked the place, it was a pure carbon copy of the place he lived in back in busan just A little less expensive and with less furniture compared to his room back in busan. He brings his hands up to rub his face, brushing off the tiredness that’s trying to come to surface. He has been working A lot from the last couple of days, 14 hours more or less.
Sure, he definitely gets his needed 8 hours of sleep but that doesn't mean his body has been asking for rest from him which Jungkook refuses without leaving any room for arguments.
The results are definitely pleasing his father, Jungkook had taken javier, The Mexican gun runner who had the majority of the gun business in seoul under himself, taking up to 60% of the supply of guns under Jeon clan and his business of drugs has increased by 20% after Jungkook stepped his foot in seoul, ready to expand their business.
Jungkook himself would have been proud of the increasing profit if it wasn't for the motivation behind which was pushing him to work so hard, it wasn't the beautiful colourful bills but rather a racer.
A fiercely attractive racer, the same racer who had the audacity to slap him. Jungkook wasn't happy with the way they parted last time, the slap definitely took a toll on his ego. He refuses to entertain the male even for a second, even if that means to not think about him in his head. Jungkook wouldn't think about him if he is simply way too busy to entertain any unnecessary thoughts.
As much as it hurted his ego That slap definitely slapped senses back in his head, reminding him who the fuck he exactly is. Jungkook has a whole empire to build and to take care of, he has everything planned out for himself, down to the kind of woman he'll marry and a certain spitfire racer wouldn't change it.
Jungkook was bisexual, he liked both the geneders equally but it was clear he needs to marry a woman to keep the lineage going, his father never voiced anything out on the topic but that's what have happened through generation, Jungkook was expected to do the same.
Plus, having someone he doesn't have any other interest than the fact that they'll carry his heir is far better than having someone he has even slight interest in. This slight interest wouldn't take time to turn into love and love does nothing but become a weakness. He is not calling his father weak but on this Jungkook believes in his elder brother. Love isn't meant for their world and it's better if it stays that way. So no thanks he got his shit together and he'll like to keep it that way.
Jungkook wouldn't let a simple racer change his plan in the slightest. Taehyung was just a distraction, nothing more, nothing less. He got distracted at the start, ran after something which doesn't worth more than one good night of passion but that's that, no more is he gonna focus on something so silly. Yes, that's all that Taehyung is, at least according to him that's all it is.
Pure physical attraction, that's all.
He found him Infatuating, intriguing, just someone who was able to distract him from his work, that’s all. The kiss just proved it, it was all some stupid sexual attraction. It's high time he starts listening to his brain rather then his stupid dick.
He was in his own thoughts, when someone knocked on his office door. Jungkook sat up straight as he ordered the person to come in. Jungkook acted as if he was surprised to see it was Carlos. He keeps his face cool and nods at the male to proceed.
“Jeon, Someone special wants to buy a gun but I suppose you should meet him first, He's new in this, not a regular customer” Jungkook decides to ignore the sarcasm that came when he said ‘Someone special’.
“Send him in”
“Alright” and with that the Mexican leaves. Jungkook waits for a minute before he hears another knock. Out of all the people Jungkook expected to see standing in front of him, he definitely didn't expect him. It would have definitely been better if he hadn't ignored his sarcasm, that way he'll at least be prepared to see him enter his place.
The spitfire racer who had very clearly said to not show his face ever again. Jungkook couldn't help but grin at the irony.
“Didn't knew you are so desperate you'll come looking for me, Taehyung”
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A triple update? Hell yeah 😚😚
There was 2 chapter gap between is your still mine (IYSM) and MOTN so I'm just maintaining that, also yes three chapter of still mine au has been updated so if you haven't got notify of it or haven't checked it out, you can do so <3
I'll see you on next update, probably on the next holiday I get.
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Mistake Of that Night √ | TK
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Taehyung doesn't make mistakes, making Mistakes means loss of control and he doesn't lose control. That's not in his system. That is, until he meets Jungkook. :♡.•♬✧⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾*+:•*∴ Cover © KooklovesTaebooty Started ; 29th Sept 2022 ...
