The Only One || Jungkook

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Jungkook was sitting in his private jet, one leg crossed over the other as he thought deep about the conversation he had with Namjoon earlier that morning before he headed to the airport.

Namjoon was always the one requested to do these meetings overseas, even if Jungkook was the one used to control and manage territories. Out of the two, Namjoon was better with words and communicating, and Jungkook was better at managing those deals from afar. He was better at analyzing and controlling everything. It always worked that way.

But not this time.

That Spanish dude wanted him, he requested his presence specifically. No one else's. And while it probably was a way to check what they're willing to do to set some deals there, he couldn't help but set all his alarms and get his men to work.

—Jeon —Yejun called his name, walking to him with a beige folder in his hand—, this is what I could collect about Pedro —the long haired boy sat in front of his boss.

Uninterested, Jungkook opened the folder, going through each one of the sheets inside -several pictures in public spaces and glam parties. While he tried to read what was displayed on the sheets, he heard Yejun summing up the information out loud.

—There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious on him wanting you to fly out of Korea —he informed—. That asshole is too proud, so probably he just wants the satisfaction of getting what others didn't. I guess he wants to make sure how serious you are about earning a territory there.

Jungkook nodded, placing his cap properly again before letting his whole body rest on the comfortable white seat. His thumbs playing against one another, surrounding each other as he tried to think about something else when the jet was getting ready to set off.

—Do you want a sleeping pill?

He just shook his head, mumbling a negative sound without opening his eyes. Yejun was one of the men he trusted the most, that wasn't part of the group of seven -that now were distributed around the globe. He trusted those other six men the same way his father trusted their parents. Out of their group, he only trusted his bodyguards enough to leave his safety on their hands -although never totally.

His father made sure to teach him that, in their business, no one was completely trustworthy, and it didn't matter if they saved your life once, they'd always turn their backs at you if somebody offered more money than you. Probably that was the reason why he spent his time in between Seoul and Busan by himself, always keeping some safe distance between him and anyone who didn't belong to Bangtan -including any woman.

He trusted Yejun enough, just a safe amount to be relaxed, but not that much not to be on alert. Although sharing that small space gave him not much of a choice but to trust him, along with every single person that was flying with them.

And probably that was one of the reasons why he went through it without sleeping for more than twenty hours.

They landed in the airport of Palma de Mallorca at ten in the morning. He didn't pay much attention to it, or at least tried to keep his discreet aura while he was there, but that place was a joke compared to Incheon. Probably why a person, fully dressed in black, surrounded by bodyguards was getting everyone's attention there.

He put his sleeves down, hiding his recognizable tattoos as he made his way outside of the airport. meeting with a convoy of black cars with tinted windows as he crossed the big doors.

Yejun sat next to him in one of the big trucks in the middle, making sure his boss -who hasn't raised his sight ever since they landed- was safe on their way to the hotel.

—I'll stay in the hotel until it's time for the meeting —Jungkook informed him.

—You won't meet mister Park first?