Revenge || J.JK ff

Revenge [Part 8]

I took a deep breath before stepping onto Jungkook's private airplane. My mind raced with thoughts of how he'd react when he saw me. He knew who I was, but I couldn't be sure if he suspected anything about my skills—or lack thereof. That night at the club, when that man tried to kidnap me, I wasn’t able to defend myself. Would Jungkook see that as a sign of weakness? Pushing all the doubts aside, I boarded the plane.

The hostess bowed, and I returned the gesture, keeping my expression calm and respectful. She led me down the aisle, stopping in front of Jungkook, then left us alone with a small smile. I walked toward him as he typed away on his laptop, not even acknowledging my presence.

"Hello, Mr. Jeon," I greeted.

"Hmm. You can sit," he replied, eyes still glued to his screen.

I sat down across from him, trying not to let his indifference get under my skin.

"Wonwoo told me about you. He praised you a lot," he said, his voice detached.

"I'm glad."

"But my opinions don’t always align with my brother's."

Finally, he looked up from the laptop, his face unreadable, eyes cold.

"Have we met before?"

I felt my blood heat up. Was he serious? The urge to snap at him burned inside me, but I held back. I couldn’t afford to show my hand this early.

"Yes, we—"

"Well, I don’t care."

I swallowed the anger rising in my chest, the familiar habit of rolling my eyes almost slipping through. But I couldn't risk losing this job. Not yet. Not before I got what I came for.

The plane began to take off, and I instinctively took a deep breath. Jungkook noticed.

"First time on a plane?" he asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"No," I responded flatly.

"Ah."

Without warning, he asked for my phone. I wasn’t worried—Boss's man had already given me a secure phone with only my friend's number. I pulled it out of my purse and handed it to him.

"Password?" he demanded.

"Let me unlock it."

His eyebrow arched, clearly expecting me to comply with his request. I gave him the most complicated series of numbers I could think of.

"24578901256722444."

His expression flickered, shocked for a split second, but he quickly masked it with indifference.

"I told you, it’s not that simple. May I?" I extended my hand, and he returned the phone, embarrassed he hadn’t listened in the first place.

I unlocked it effortlessly and handed it back. "I have a knack for memorizing long numbers."

"Hmm," he muttered, diving into my phone. He scanned it for a moment before speaking again.

"I'm blocking all the numbers. My men will add the ones you’ll need for work. After you pass the final test."

My jaw clenched, but I stayed silent. He was blocking my friends. Especially Laila. I wanted to punch him for it, but that would have to wait.

3 hours later

Three hours passed. Jungkook hadn’t moved his eyes from the laptop once. He was a machine, working relentlessly without a glance in any other direction, even while drinking water. His focus forced me to sit upright the entire time, and the worst part was that this flight was twelve hours long. The thought of spending the next nine hours like this was unbearable.