𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 || J.JK

17

"Now you won't hurt yourself anymore," Jungkook was satisfied.

"I'M BACK!" yes...seeing Hazel happy, Jungkook called Chaeyoung back.

Chaeyoung was like a perilous storm, that destroyed everything that came in her way; she sure was a devil.

"Best friend! Lets go see Suzy, and Jia!" Chaeyoung took Hazel away, and ran upstairs.

~

Both the girls sat on the bed lifelessly, pained grieve slapping their faces, and both of their necks tilted; both of their shoulders slumped down in glum, indicating the inevitable torment they were going through.

"Your nails were so pretty," Chaeyoung felt the agony Hazel was going through. With their jaws dropped, they both just stared down, that sadness was biting them.

"But that tyrant had them all cut," Hazel nodded in agreement, maintaining the same gloomy posture.

"It's okay Hazel, now to make you happy again....let me do your haircut!"

What!?

The brother had victimised her nails, and the sister was aiming for her hair!?

Quickly, Hazel broomed her long, waist length black locks, nodding as a  big "NO!"

But Chaeyoung was also the sister of Jeon Jungkook, she finally did end up giving Hazel a layered haircut, in which Hazel's hair were reduced to her back. Surprisingly odd, Hazel looked so charming, and pretty.

~

Jeon was having his breakfast, when his bodyguard came and bestowed upon the arrival of Jeon Jungkook.

(A/N:  Jeon is a fictional character, regarded as the father of Jungkook in this story)

Jeon was once considered as the king of Korea, but then his power was claimed by Jungkook.

How much he thought that his son would expand his empire, and that they both would rule the whole South Korea.

But......his son drained his dreams.

There was a time he ruled South Korea, but now his son had the throne.

As he entered his office, he found Jungkook gaping at the two venomous black vipers Jeon had kept as pets in a large glass container. Behind Jeon's desk, at a distant...was a pool like aquarium, where Jeon had raised red-bellied piranhas, and moray eels. 

Jeon's colossal office was painted grey, and it had a one floor-to-ceiling window which faced the formal lawn outside his house. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting its blustery winter chill. Walking inside the illuminated office was like entering inside a refrigerator. 

There was a black swivel chair in the middle of the office with black glass surface desk, equally uncluttered. He gazed at his son, who was sitting on his seat. With his legs resting on  Jeon's desk table, Jungkook smiled, but his smile was psychotically haunting.

"Did you miss me, old man?"

"Does anyone meet his father like this?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, not anyone,"

Jeon just sighed, and sat on a couch that possessed the hue of buoyant sea waves. Seeing that ring in Jungkook's fingers, Jeon widened his orbs, his jaw dropping in horror as he exhaled deeply, but since Jungkook could read expressions easily, Jeon tried to veil his concern from the predator.