"It's been ten days. Ten fucking days and you still don't have anything?!" Jungkook slammed his hand down on the table, startling his own men in front of him who were looking at the young boss in an almost sheepish way.
Jungkook was angry. Frustrated and tired. He was a lot of things; he showed a lot of things that he shouldn't have but even someone like him could show moments like these. He was agitated for most of the time he was cooped up in his own room, trying to find out information every day, even though he knew it was useless. But Jungkook wasn't one to go down without a fight. He wasn't one to give up no matter what the consequences were, he wasn't going to cower. If it meant that he would have to give up his own cool and calm self to get what he wanted, what he fucking needed than he didn't care. He was Jeon fucking Jungkook and no one could get away with the disrespect they were showing towards him.
The two men in front of him didn't really do anything wrong. They weren't at fault in this situation because not even Jungkook, not even Seokjin or Min could find anything that was of any relevance to them. So, it really wasn't their fault that the party Jungkook sent out wasn't successful. After all, they were just the messengers. But they were the ones who were in front of the young boss in the moment. They were the ones who told him the bad news that yet again, they found absolutely fucking nothing. So naturally, they were going to be the ones to get the heat from Jungkook. They were going to be the ones who suffered the consequences of someone else's incapability to do what they were asked.
"N-No, Master Jeon. Unfortunately, the scout was useless. There hasn't been a-a trace of Ryong or Master Kim since you came back from Japan." The elder spoke saving the younger the humiliation of tripping up on his words. Well, tripping up worse than the elder did. The man could at least say a sentence properly, while the other looked like he might faint any second.
"Fuck!" Jungkook cursed and slammed his fists down again, for what felt like the twentieth time. His knuckles bloody from the strength he put into each punch he measured either on the wall or the table. It didn't particularly bother him though. On the contrary. He felt as though this small little thing he did helped him a lot in calming down. Not exactly healthy but Jungkook was never one to take good care of himself. Always coming back to drugs and booze, always coming back to doing the same shit over and over again. He could pretend that his little cleanses did anything but they never stopped him from doing what he wanted to do.
Jungkook rubbed at his temples, annoyance and anger sizzling in his veins as he could feel the fire pumping through them. He turned his face away from the two men, leaning one hand against the big, glass window in his office, located at his business centre he used for cover-up. His other hand came up before his mouth, as he closed his eyes and breathed. It's been ten days. Ten fucking long days, with less sleep than usual and less control than usual. It honestly confused Jungkook. The way he was acting, but he supposed even he couldn't control his emotions all the time. Even he had them, even if he really didn't want to admit that. But something, someone that was his-is his, has been taken away from him. His property has been taken away from him, and this wasn't like the documents. The documents were different somehow, because this was much more personal. They took away something from Jungkook just to tantalise him, to mock him because that is what Ryong wanted. He said he wanted Jungkook to pay and he was doing that right now. He was paying for giving Ryong a good time in bed. The fucking selfish, ungrateful prick.
Jungkook opened his eyes and stared out at the view he had before him. All the men, woman and children walking up and down on the streets looking so small, looking like ants from up here. Jungkook could just crush them in a second if he wanted to. He could fucking crush this whole city if he wanted to but then there would be nothing to rule over and he wasn't going to waste his carefully laid out plan on being a stupid brat, who didn't know what he could and couldn't do. He wasn't going to ruin everything he has been working on ever since he was just a small child, because he couldn't patiently wait out the right time to strike, because he didn't know when to act.
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The Reflection We Fear || Taekook
أدب الهواةAutophobia noun /ˈɔː.təʊ'fəʊ.bi.ə/ (UK) "the fear of oneself, the fear of referring to oneself" ⚠️THIS IS NOT MY BOOK⚠️ All credits and rights goes to the original writer. (Ao3)
