jungkook

Jeon Jungkook was 43 years old and carried that age with the same precision with which he conducted his life.

Owner of Golden Motors, an automotive empire that carried his surname with weight and respect, Jungkook was a man shaped by control, silence, and decisive action. Wealthy, influential, and feared in the corporate world, he rarely allowed himself to fail—neither in business nor in his personal life. A widower for many years, he raised his son practically alone, offering him everything money could buy, but never enough time to teach him certain responsibilities.

Jeon Jaehyun, his only son, had grown up surrounded by luxury, freedom, and excess. Handsome, charismatic… and superficial. Jungkook knew this better than anyone.

The presence of Jennie, 21, Jaehyun's recent girlfriend, was a stark contrast in that world. Too young for that world, too well-mannered for that kind of people. She didn't belong there—and Jungkook had realized that from the start.

That night, the Golden mansion was too crowded.

It was his birthday party. The main hall buzzed with soft music, crystal glasses, and empty conversations. Jungkook stood near the pool table, casually playing with some old friends, his dark jacket open, sleeves rolled up, his posture relaxed only in appearance.

His attentive gaze met Jennie on the other side of the room.

Alone.

Jaehyun only appeared in flashes—laughing loudly with his friends, surrounded by other girls, too distracted to notice his own girlfriend, left aside in the middle of the mansion. Jungkook watched the scene repeat itself more than once. His jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly.

It's always like this.

Without saying a word, he placed his cue stick on the table and made a discreet gesture with two fingers, beckoning her over. A silent, firm command.

As she approached, Jungkook didn't explain. He simply pulled her gently by the wrist, guiding her to the pool table and positioning her between his body and the wood.