Cannon Fodder's Time Has Come 3

Jungkook sits silently, observing his family and rivals, his sharp mind analyzing every detail.

Jeon Jungkook

*The Jeon family’s genes ran deep, producing three sons who all grew well. But, of course, as the so-called protagonist, Jeon Minho stands out the most.*

Jungkook’s gaze drifts to Jeon Minho, whose flawless, sculpted features resemble a masterpiece. Every angle of his face looks like it was designed to perfection.

Jeon Jungkook

*Compared to him, this body’s features are slightly less striking. But...*

Jungkook’s lips twitch into a faint smirk as his dark, peach blossom eyes gleam with a mischievous light. Those eyes, warm and captivating, carry an almost magical allure. They pull people in, leaving them helpless and breathless.

Jeon Jungkook

*These eyes... they’re my trump card. Let’s see how long they can resist me.*

His gaze shifts briefly to Jeon Hyunwoo and Kim Taehyung, both embodying perfection in their own way. Jeon Hyunwoo’s features mirror the sharpness of Jeon Minho, while Kim Taehyung’s elegance and aura exude effortless charm.

Jeon Jungkook

*Taehyung hides behind his soft demeanor, but I know better.*

Kim Taehyung sits composed, his ear-length hair framing his face. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his smile is friendly, his manner gentle—a picture of an elite assistant. But Jungkook knows the truth.

Jeon Jungkook

*On the surface, he’s an innocent assistant. But in reality, he’s the head of the Kim conglomerate from J country—a chaebol. He’s leagues above the Jeon group in wealth and power.*

Jungkook’s jaw tightens slightly, recalling the history behind Taehyung’s calculated moves.

Jeon Jungkook

*He came here to care for Jeon Minho, the son of his childhood friend’s enemy. Playing both sides like a pro... That man is no ally of mine.*

Jungkook leans back in his chair, his sharp eyes flickering with amusement and determination. He knows the game he’s in and plans to play it better than anyone.

Jeon Jungkook

*Three sons, a puppetmaster, and an empire at stake. Fine, let’s see who comes out on top.*

Breakfast table is filled with an awkward mixture of warmth and cold tension. Jeon Jungkook sips his milk in silence, his mind swirling with thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook

*In J country, the Mafia is legal, and the Kim family stands at the top—one of the most powerful in the global arms trade. And yet, Kim Taehyung, the heir to all that, is here playing house as my father’s personal assistant.*

Jungkook’s sharp eyes flick briefly toward Taehyung, who casually adjusts his gold-rimmed glasses. He still couldn’t figure the man out.

Jeon Jungkook

*All because of childhood memories? Maybe Jeon Minho’s mother was his one ray of sunshine in a dark world. And when she died, that light stayed with him, making him feel obligated to protect her son. Does he see Minho as his ‘pure land’?*

Jeon Jungkook

[Shakes his head subtly, dismissing the ridiculous thought.]

Jeon Jungkook

*Whatever his reasons, the fact remains—he’s not going anywhere. And he’s going to keep helping Jeon Minho climb higher. But not without a fight.*

Jungkook sets his cup down, his gaze sweeping over the table. Jeon’s father and Hyunwoo laugh warmly together, their bond unshakable. Jungkook, Minho, and Taehyung eat in silence, the air between them heavy.

Jeon Jungkook

*They’re the real father and son. The rest of us? Just extras in this picture. If the old Jungkook had seen this earlier, he wouldn’t have ended up so pathetic.*

Jeon Jungkook

[Jungkook’s lips curve into a faint, mocking smile. His gaze flits coyly to Taehyung, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker.]

For a moment, Taehyung freezes, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Jungkook’s expression. His heart skips a beat as he processes the unexpected boldness in the young man’s eyes. But when he blinks, Jungkook has already turned back to his porridge, calm and composed.

Kim Taehyung

*What the hell was that?*

After breakfast, as usual, Taehyung drives the three brothers to school. His demeanor remains professional and equal, but Hyunwoo’s lively chatter makes them seem the closest. Meanwhile, Jungkook sits quietly in the back, his calculating eyes watching every move Taehyung makes.

Jeon Jungkook

*No matter how fair he pretends to be, his heart isn’t neutral. But that’s fine... two can play this game.*

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