Broken Candy Canes and Glass Hearts

Chapter 1: Business Man

Jungkook's POV~

I sat at a rectangular table

surrounded by at least 12 of my dad's employees, who were soon to be mine. I rolled my eyes impatiently because this meeting seemed to drag on for an eternity. I pushed my long hair out of my eyes and back into place.

Everyone in the room speaking casually of their loathing for taxes and other things that I didn't have to worry about. I was completely made out of my dad's money and Business. I had my own house and plenty of servants to take care of the problems that my dad's employees had such issues with. For a split second I thought I might even feel bad but then I realized that I didn't ever have to worry about anyone except my self. I shuddered at the nostalgia of my young teen years when I thought love was the most important thing in life. Now that I'm much more mature, I can see that money and success is all that matters. And even more than that, all that should matter, not some fake emotional attachment to someone who would never stay. My thoughts were interrupted by the swinging of an opening door, my attention drawn to the source of the sound. All of the commotion of stupid problems were now a faint echo, I smirked upon seeing my dad's expression. I knew that look. He was pissed, and someone was going to get fired. His assistant whom followed him everywhere, arrived soon after him and scrambled to close the door with deep anxiety taking over her expression. The sound of the closing door caused my father to look in her direction. Her anxiety was washed away with a fresh look of fear and concern. "S-sorry sir" she stuttered obviously frightened by his sudden and rare attention. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. The dark circles underneath his eyes, looking as dark as shadows against his normally pale complected skin. The obvious lack of sleep, took away his ability to sound stern, he sounded annoyed when he spoke. "All of you mindless creatures have absolutely no clue what your doing do you? I asked one simple thing of you and you mess it up," he sighed impatiently and ran his fingers through his hair and I could see the assorted grey hairs in his naturally chocolate, brown hair. "I'm sorry," I was genuinely surprised, he sounded sympathetic, caring almost. "This week has been very rough and I'm exhausted. Aren't you guys? Our profits are plummeting and it's so hard to keep up, and I need a day off. And since Christmas is coming up, I'm feeling generous so half of you are going to get the day of tomorrow. While the rest of you can have the day off after that. But when you get back I need you to work extra hard" Everyone stood up and cheered, filling the room with bliss and utter excitement. They all agreed to his offer and walked out, some with a slight strut in his step. My stomach twisted in knots and I scowled at my now folded hands, as they sat tensely in my lap. My dad had never, given me that kind of sympathy. Or at least in a very long time. I pushed my seat back and stood up, adjusted my tux jacket and walked with a bitter expression on my face, so everyone knew not to talk to me. The only one person whom was not afraid to approach me in my state of annoyance, my father. He, in his flat, monotone voice that he always used towards me, unless of course he was scolding me. "Son wait," I turned ever so slightly and looked at him not changing my expression, he continued "you can't take off of work, you have to keep the numbers up while I'm gone" I nod emotionlessly and pushed through the door. I walked through the far too familiar corridors of the family business, and I remembered an innocent time of my childhood.