{Daddy's Little Boy}•|jinkook|•

one- little jungkook

Back then, I was being forced to take care of my big brothers, Jeon Jimin, job. He wasn't bad but being gay in Korea was a bad thing. People here isn't as accepting as the outside world. But that doesn't matter, when you were going around hoeing yourself with boys and girls, it isn't good for a big company known as The Jeon Entertainment.

I would be lying if I said our father wasn't pissed as well. I was  eighteen, not that mature yet. Was it my fault? Hell no. I would've been lived my life to the fullest, enjoying freedom. But when my dad asked me to come to the company I knew it wasn't good.

I still remember to this day me and my father's conversation and the shock I had went through.

" Hey son, you must be wondering why you're here, but we both know why."
He said, I was staring at him anxiously, hoping he wasn't going to ask me that damned question. I hadn't answered, my leg shaking.
"Can you.... Well you are going to inherit the company and be The CEO. And it's starting early, immediately actually."
I had groaned out, trying my damndest to not complain. I put my face in my hands. My future... I had thought... It was gone. Once again, I thought my life had ended and it was chosen for me.

I thought it was unfair, that Jimin would never get his shit together. I was so damn close to crying. I had bit my lip and zoned out his talking while hearing my thoughts only.

I was tired, dealing with high school and trying to get a job for my future family.

I had so much shit planned for me. Not inherit the family business, instead to find me a beautiful wife with pink hair and light blue eyes.

I thought my father ruined it on purpose, after leaving I sat in the corner of my huge ass room just wishing to rot away. I thought it was going to be so much of a damn burden. Actually, it's a huge pause for all my dreams. All because of Jimin's dumb ass. I swear I always want to smack the shit out of him. I'm always doing the stuff he, as an older brother, should be doing.

How am I supposed to do this by myself? Jimin's going to be out partying and I have no wife or anyone to accompany me.

I thought I was going to be alone.

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The first time I had met with someone who wanted the business with me had failed horribly. Like I said, I was immature.
I

remembered it vividly.

"Mr. Jeon, I have the papers."

I had nodded, signaling for the blonde to hand it to me."He died?" My thoughts were whirling in my head, tears somehow making its way down my small face. My father had died on the before the day of me talking with the man named Jackson Wang. It didn't help the fact that I was already nervous about what was about to happen. I knew I wouldn't of been able to handle it by myself.

I just got this shit ass job! And he just fucking left me with it! What the hell. I thought, and I realized that was why I had fucked up the meeting."Calm down, sir. You have a meeting with Mr. Wang."

I had breathed in and out."Let's go." I  had pushed my chair harshly for an eighteen year old. Thinking back on it made me groan in embarrassment.

"Listen here, Jeon. Prices is going down." I shrugged. He made a face, his beard looked funny to me. He could've freshened up before coming to the Jeon Company but he didn't. And that, to me, wasn't my fault.

I had coughed, trying to hide my childishness. I looked at my lawyer, my eyes watering as I bit my lip. He looked at me, hope in his eyes that i wouldn't fuck it up."God."
I wheezed, my hand on my chest as Jackson's eyes had craved into mine. He studied me so hard that day because he realized that I was laughing in a perfessional meeting." You're so fucking childish, Jeon. How old are you?"

I had gasped for air, my fist pounding my fist on my chest
"Eigh-eighteen."I stuttered, little did I know that was the wrong response.

"That's it! I'm fucking leaving! You guys let a child, let alone a teenager take over a BILLION dollar business??!!"

he screamed, his face was red as he slammed his hands on the table and stood up. His chair knocked back.
I couldn't contain my laughter, my girly chuckles and high pitched laughs were everywhere as my lawyer looked at me with a frustrated look. I didn't realize the look he had gave me and I didnt know Jackson was serious.

"He'll grow up to be more mature, count on it." My assistant tried his hardest to persuade the older man, who wasn't having that shit.

"No, he's on a fucking break! Call me back after THREE FUCKING YEARS! HIS DUMBASS WILL BE TWENTY ONE BY THEN!"

He yelled and slammed the door as I laughed my ass off. My assistant shook his head and left, I didn't notice it until after maybe so many minutes of me cracking up. I had tried to joke before realizing my assistant was gone. Then I noticed, they weren't joking whatsoever.

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