The Reflection We Fear || Taekook

Chapter 16: Check....

The morning was brisk, biting against the young man's warm skin, stinging the cheeks and nose into a reddish colour, almost as if he were blushing. His whole body was shivering from how cold it was outside, the winter air nearing closer to them as the day passed and they soon left autumn behind. The man pulled his large, black coat around himself, hoping it would keep some of the warm air in, but he was mistaken. Nothing could keep the cold out; nothing could keep it away.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see movement, a shift of two bodies coming his way. One short and blond, dragging a slender, tall woman, who was stumbling as she was pushed forward by the prodding hands. The young man didn't need to look behind him to know who was there. He didn't need to double-check because there wasn't anyone else, he was expecting.

"You are late." Jungkook spoke against the loud noise of the plane that was making the cold much more apparent.

The wind was blowing his hair all around, messing up what he had carefully made sure to make perfect. It blew under his clothes so Jungkook could truly feel the cold, not even his big warm coat helping him with warming up. It had been just past sunrise, about half past four in the morning, the sky still a nice blue at the top and a warm orange at the bottom, blending together as if it were a painting. Jungkook often remembered waking up in the morning to get a glimpse of the Sun, when it was just about to wake up. He often remembered waking up just before everyone else just so he could do whatever he wanted to do, without his father trying to turn him into something nice and his mother trying to do otherwise. As if they were the devil and the angel, bickering over Jungkook's shoulder. Not that it mattered, Jungkook was never going to become something nice. He had too much of a lust for power. Too much of a lust to get what he wanted and the way he wanted it, so he supposed his devil mother had won that fight.

The elder walked up to stand next to Jungkook, waiting outside in front of the plane to take off to a small town in Japan, to trade Taehyung and his secretary for the fake Cha. Jungkook had everything planned out. He wasn't worried about not getting away with it, because if he still knew Ryong well enough than he could guess his movements. He didn't think that they wouldn't get away with exchanging the prostitute, at least not before they got Taehyung and Jisung and after they had them...well it was all on Jungkook's turf then.

Jungkook was smart, he knew the consequences of fucking up, he also knew that whatever was going to happen today he had a plan for. He didn't stay up for two fucking days straight for his plans to be destroyed by someone like Ryong. By someone whose identity was still a big fucking mystery to him, just like to Min and Seokjin who had tried their best to find this leader that kept fucking with them. Because Jungkook still didn't know who, the generous benefactor was, and he had a hunch that he might need a little more time than usual to find it out. Well to find out in detail.

"Yeah, well I had to get our little present ready, baby doll." Min said in a deep, husky voice that was laced with the morning disuse, and the exhaustion the man had been piling up on for weeks now. All because of Jungkook but the younger couldn't find the time to feel bad about it.

Min had done everything Jungkook had asked him to, Min had done every single thing that needed to be done for this meeting today, they have prepared. Jungkook has prepared for every single thing. His men were in position, Seokjin did everything in his power and Min supported him through it. Jungkook had everything he needed to make this work. The only question was if everything was going to go according to plan.

Jungkook turned to the side to examine the elder man up and down, and in doing so the younger could clearly see the physical effects of what he was hearing.

Baggy eyes, a sunken face due to sheer exhaustion, body slouching, cigarette perched between his two lips and teeth, dangling out of his mouth as it smouldered away. Marks around his neck, fresh and palpable, likely Jimin's work. Jungkook could imagine if Jimin wasn't letting him sleep at night, for the few hours he could than it really wasn't a surprise why the elder looked as shit as he did.