Cannon Fodder's Time Has Come
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Hyunwoo clenches his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms. After a long silence, he lets out a slow, amused chuckle.
Jeon hyunwoo
(voice dripping with arrogance) Even if you know, what does it matter? You can’t take what’s mine away. Jeon Group? Already mine.
Jeon hyunwoo
(leans back, smirking triumphantly, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.)
Jeon hyunwoo
(mockingly) Oh, but yes, you can take back Yang Hyejin’s heritage. Maybe even beg Yang family to go after me. But too bad—you probably don’t know, huh?
Jeon hyunwoo
(pauses, savoring the moment, then continues, voice smug.)
Jeon hyunwoo
Yang Group just signed a contract to build an undersea tunnel between Thousand Island City and Chengdu (imaginary names). Jeon Group pledged a 2-billion-dollar investment. The moment Jeon Group pulls out? Yang Group goes under. Completely bankrupt.
His laughter fills the dim room, giddy with the thrill of destruction. But when he glances at Jungkook, expecting panic or rage—he finds nothing. Just calm, eerie patience.
Jeon Jungkook
(softly, as if indulging a child) Was it Mr Jeon who killed my mother?
The laughter fades. Hyunwoo’s smirk stiffens ever so slightly.
Jeon hyunwoo
(tilting his head, teasing) You guess.
Jeon Jungkook
(still relaxed, voice light, almost bored) And while I was abroad, haven’t you been trying to kill me? Were Elsa’s poisoned cigarettes meant for me?
Hyunwoo’s lips curl, his amusement returning, though his eyes flicker with caution.
Jeon hyunwoo
(smugly, with a half-shrug) What a pity.
He doesn’t confirm. Doesn’t deny. Just leaves it hanging, refusing to be trapped.
Jungkook suddenly moves, stepping forward, his fingers brushing against Hyunwoo’s cheek in a slow, deliberate pat. His voice drops to a low whisper, deceptively gentle.
Jeon Jungkook
(smiling, soft, chilling) Enjoy your last festival, my dear brother.
Before he can react, Jungkook has already turned, casually pulling the door open and left from there.
The two eavesdropping in the study were trying to digest the epic they just heard.
Taehyung sat motionless, his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. Minho stood beside him, pale and silent, his jaw clenched tight.
Taehyung thought of the death of Jungkook’s mother, thought of how the two children almost had the same date of birth, and finally put the suspicious details together. So seamless a scam could be easily seen through, Jungkook’s insight is really terrible. When did he find out? At what time? His father killed his mother, his brother is the enemy’s child-with what kind of mood did he live in till today?
Kim Taehyung
*No wonder he did not feel a little bit of sympathy for Mr jeon, no wonder he changed his attitude toward Hyunwoo.* (thought as his heart feeling endless pain for Jungkook)
Minho let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. Only anger—cold and suffocating.
Jeon Minho
(through clenched teeth) All these years… and I was nothing but a fool.
Jeon Minho
(fists tightened at his sides, his nails digging into his palms and thought)*The kindness, the comfort, the gifts—everything Hyunwoo had given him, all the words of support, all the brotherly care… all a joke.*
The urge to storm back into that room and wrap his hands around Hyunwoo’s throat burned like fire in his veins.
But before he could act, footsteps echoed down the hallway. The study door creaked open. Jungkook stepped in, his expression unreadable. The lingering traces of amusement from his confrontation with Hyunwoo were gone. His face was calm, composed—completely unshaken. Behind him, servants bustled in and out, preparing for Mr Jeon’s funeral as if nothing had happened.
Jeon Minho
(abruptly, voice firm, unwavering) Your mother was not killed by my mother.
Jeon Jungkook
(raised his eyebrows.)
Jeon Minho
So I don’t owe you anything.
As he said this, Minho had to admit that he was relieved. His view of Jungkook had become very complex. More than ten years of accumulated hatred couldn’t be completely eliminated, but he also felt that he was very pitiable.
Jeon Jungkook
(asked patiently) What do you want to say?
Jeon Minho
I want to tell you- I will not get revenge against you, but I will not help you. You have to look after yourself in the future.
As Jungkook was too low-key, Minho always thought that he was just a student without financial status. He, who was sitting on hundreds of millions, felt disdain for him.
He could never forgive Jungkook’s bullying, but now because of pity he would leave him a way.
To him that was the greatest kindness, he couldn’t give more.
These were the words of the president of his own Group and Kim’s nephew. If he exposed his identity he felt that Jungkook would be jealous to the extreme. He even thought that his uncle came to Jeon mansion just to support him.
Jeon Jungkook
(speechless 😶)
Late night, at Jungkook apartment.
The dim lighting cast long shadows over the room as Jungkook paced back and forth, his irritation evident in the sharp clicks of his footsteps against the floor.
Jeon Jungkook
(With a swift movement, reached out and yanked Taehyung’s tie, pulling him forward.)
Jeon Jungkook
(fuming, eyes narrowed) Isn’t he too conceited?! That tone, that expression—does he think ignoring me is some great act of charity? Like I’m some stray dog begging for his scraps?!
Taehyung barely managed to catch himself before their faces were inches apart. Instead of being annoyed, a lazy smirk curled on his lips.
Kim Taehyung
(calm, amused) Mmm… He really is full of himself. But I suppose I should take responsibility for that, huh?
Before Jungkook could retort, strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against a firm chest.
Kim Taehyung
(low voice, playful) It’s my fault. I didn’t teach him well.
Kim Taehyung
(pressed a light kiss to Jungkook’s temple, voice dropping to a husky whisper.)
Kim Taehyung
Baby, why don’t we continue this conversation in bed?
Jungkook’s fingers twitched against the fabric of Taehyung’s tie. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
His initial anger faded, replaced with an exasperated sigh as he pushed against Taehyung’s chest. But the older man didn’t budge.
Jeon Jungkook
(deadpan) You’re unbelievable.
Kim Taehyung
(grinning, tilting his head) Yeah? But you like me this way.
Jeon Jungkook
(clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it.)
Jeon Jungkook
(thought)*It seems that all the family members had already forgotten their father’s tragic death.*
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