My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

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a/n: hey loves! the chapters 1-6 have been rewritten but don't worry, the story line is the same. just a few changes in the scenes. Happy reading :)
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Jeon Jungkook.

Seoul.

A beautiful place, full of beautiful people, sceneric landscape, modernity and heritage walking hand in hand with the mixture of ancestral and new generation common life.

Everyone speaks highly of their birthland, and I wasn't an exception. I admired the place, so much as I felt a surge of sudden excitement through my nerves when the wheels touched the runway. A feeling that the place was again gonna leave its mark.

A flood of television channel staff surrounded our private jet as soon as Jimin and I got off and headed inside the airport. The airport guards did their best in shoving them behind while I let out a tired sigh and pinch my forehead for relief. Jetlag was bound to happen, travelling fourteen hours (or maybe more) wasn't a small deal.

"Is an airport a place for interview? Can't keep calm." Jimin gritted as he threw a polite smile and bowed at the audience we had gathered. I agreed with him and adjust my aviators letting it rest comfortably low on my nose. I never displayed politeness, or let's say not anymore. Not for the bunch of paparazzis, reporters and media influencers, who manipulate every bit of information according to the direction of money they receive. I clench my jaw as I eye a particular channel named, dispatch. They had branches everywhere, in every country, run under different names.

As polite and friendly they seem, so shrewd and slytherin they were. They could do anything, go to any extent, just for cash that overflowed their desks and the employees swam with lust filled eyes. A sinister grin pasted on their faces as they caught sight of me. Of course they would, I was walking money. One word from me, enough to give them a handful.

But as much as I hated them, I needed to prove myself.

It's my first time in Korea, as the CEO of Symphony. And I had to make sure they don't twist my words again, with a little unknown hope that I wouldn't be hated, atleast to that extent. Maybe my countrymen would understand their fellow countryman's viewpoint. 

With clammy palms, I lower down my aviators and push it up to my hair. Best pretence of confidence and bravery, I curve the corner of my lips lightly at them, much to their amazement yet encouragement.

"Good morning."

After a moment of silence, they again swarmed up with great vigour. One of the mics were shove onto my face with the bright flash of the camera shining over me.

"Ma'am, what do you think of this partnership? What are your expectations from this venture?" The lady bombarded loud enough for me to decipher her shrill voice.

"I'd appreciate if you had had asked this in a quieter and peaceful place. But to answer your question, I think facts are fairly evident. I have high expectations from this venture, since talents are oveflowing." I answer her and she gives a nod in agreement, before being pushed away by another lady.

"And ma'am, what is gonna be your strategy here? Since it's the first Asian venture of Symphony." I bite back the urge to argue that these questions were better asked in a closed room with two people seated opposite to each other. But being generous enough, I forgive the illiterates. Pardon my language. Not.