silent symphony

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A few days later, the atmosphere in the office was tense. Jungkook sat behind his large mahogany desk, his brows furrowed as he glared at the folder in front of him. His assistant, Eric, stood on the opposite side, shifting nervously from foot to foot, trying to find the right words.

"This land in Jeju Island is essential for our resort plans, Eric," Jungkook snapped, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his tone. "We've made generous offers, yet the owner keeps refusing. What's the hold-up?"

Eric cleared his throat, already bracing himself for Jungkook's reaction. "The problem, sir, is that the owner belongs to one of Jeju's indigenous tribal pack communities. They're deeply tied to the land-generations have lived there. And it's not just about money for them. Human rights groups and the government are actively involved to protect their culture and heritage."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his voice low and irritated. "So, what? They expect me to just back off because some government agency has their eyes on it?"

Eric swallowed nervously. "It's not just the government, sir. Human rights activists are watching closely, too. Any attempt to pressure the owner or push through a deal could cause a public backlash. We'd be facing protests, legal challenges, and possibly damage to our company's reputation."

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the desk. "So, what do you suggest we do? I'm not interested in giving up this land. It's the perfect location for the resort, and I've already put too much into this."

Eric hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I believe we need to approach this differently, sir. Perhaps, instead of trying to force a deal, we could offer a partnership or find a way to honor their cultural significance. Show them we respect their community. That might soften their stance and help us find a solution that benefits both sides."

For a moment, silence hung in the air as Jungkook considered the suggestion. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the room was thick. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but still firm. "I don't care how it's done. I want that land. Find a way to make it happen, Eric-without causing a public mess. Understand?"

Eric nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I'll look into alternative approaches and keep you updated."

Jungkook waved him off, leaning back in his chair as Eric hurried out of the office. He knew the situation was complicated, but in his mind, there were no obstacles he couldn't overcome. It was just a matter of time.

As Eric left the office, the door clicking shut behind him, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration. His mind was still racing with thoughts of the Jeju Island deal when his phone buzzed on the desk. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his mother calling.

With a sigh, he picked up the phone. "Yes, Mom?"

"Jungkook, dear," her voice came through warm but with a hint of excitement, "I need you to come home tonight. I've invited a close friend of mine over, and I want you to meet her."
He frowned, leaning forward in his chair. "Mom, I'm really busy with work. Is this necessary right now?"

"Of course, it's necessary!" she replied, undeterred. "You're always busy with work, but this is important. My friend has been dying to meet you, and I think you'll like her. Trust me, it'll only take a little time."

Jungkook sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mother always had a way of pulling him into situations he didn't have the patience for. "Alright, alright. I'll be there. What time?"

"7 p.m., sharp," she said cheerfully. "And don't be late, Jungkook."

"Got it," he muttered, before hanging up.

He leaned back in his chair once more, staring at the ceiling. As if he didn't already have enough on his plate with the land deal, now he had to play the dutiful son and charm one of his mother's friends. Another social obligation-just what he needed.

Jungkook sighed as he put down the phone, already knowing what to expect. His mother, always draped in the finest designer clothes, had a taste for luxury that matched her husband's.

Both of them thrived in a world of wealth and status, where appearances mattered more than anything else. For as long as he could remember, family gatherings were less about bonding and more about showcasing their expensive lifestyle and making connections.

And when it came to him, they had one goal in mind-finding the perfect match. Time and time again, his mother had tried to set him up with women she thought were suitable: wealthy, well-connected, and, of course, from the "right" families. It didn't matter whether Jungkook had any interest in them; to his parents, marriage was about strengthening their social standing, not love.

He already knew tonight's dinner would be no different. His mother had probably been talking to this friend for weeks, planning yet another introduction. Some heiress or the daughter of a business tycoon, no doubt, with the perfect pedigree to keep the family legacy intact.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he thought about the upcoming dinner. His parents might have had their perfect match in mind for him, but that had never really been an issue for him. He knew how to handle these situations-after all, he was no stranger to charming women. In fact, he thrived on it.

Being a playboy came naturally to him. Women were drawn to his confidence, wealth, and sharp looks, and he had never struggled to turn situations like this to his advantage.

The dinners, the set-ups, the introductions-he knew how to play the part his parents wanted while keeping things on his terms. Sure, his mother hoped he'd settle down with one of these girls, but Jungkook never let it go that far. He kept things light, fun, and casual, enjoying the thrill without letting anyone get too close.

His parents might see these women as future business alliances or social boosts, but to him, they were just another part of the game he played so well.

He could charm his way through the evening, exchange a few flirtatious glances, and leave with everyone thinking he was exactly the son they expected him to be. Meanwhile, he'd go on with his life, doing what he wanted, when he wanted.

Jungkook glanced at his reflection in the glass window, running a hand through his hair. Tonight would be no different. His mother's friend would introduce another polished, well-connected girl, and he'd make her laugh, maybe dance with her if the night went that far, but by morning, he'd be gone, moving on to the next thrill.

Handling women had never been the problem. It was the idea of being tied down, losing his freedom to someone else's expectations, that made him restless. But as long as he played his cards right, he could keep this game going for as long as he liked.

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