Truth Between Us ??

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི playing - Bad guy by Billie Eilish

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I make my own rules, carve paths as I choose

Keep you guessing, let you think you have control

Hero or antihero, my life's mine to use

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The television buzzed in the corner of the grand office, the reporter's voice crisp and professional:

"In a week, the presidential election campaigns will officially begin, with candidates gearing up for 22 days of intense campaigning. All eyes are on the frontrunner, Mr. Jeon Taesoo, as he prepares—"

The voice was drowned out by the sharp slap of a newspaper hitting the polished marble floor.

"HE REALLY CAN'T LET ME LIVE IN PEACE, CAN HE?!"

Jeon Taesoo, a man in his mid-fifties with graying hair and an aura of authority, bellowed in frustration. His sharp suit, tailored to perfection, strained slightly as he leaned forward, gripping the edge of his desk with white knuckles.

In the corner, his secretary stood stiffly, head bowed, avoiding her boss's fiery gaze. Behind her, three advisors exchanged nervous glances, none daring to speak up.

Taesoo took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, though his tone remained biting as he asked, "Where is he?"

The secretary hesitated before answering, "His last location was traced to... Mr. Min's residence."

Taesoo's brow furrowed as he leaned back, his frustration shifting into confusion. "Min? You mean Min Yoongi? That producer?"

"Yes, sir," the secretary confirmed with a nod.

Taesoo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. His words were laced with contempt. "And what about the bodyguards? Can't they do the one thing they're paid for? What's the point of having them if they can't even keep track of him properly?"

One of the advisors, a bespectacled man with a cautious demeanor, stepped forward. "Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Jeon has a... knack for evading them. He's been slipping away unnoticed for months now, and his escapades are becoming more frequent. If this continues into the campaign period, it could turn into a PR nightmare."

Taesoo's glare sharpened, and the advisor quickly lowered his gaze. "A PR nightmare?" Taesoo repeated mockingly. "You think I don't know that?! I can barely go a week without seeing his damn name splashed across headlines!"

His eyes flicked down to the discarded newspaper on the floor. The bold headline taunted him: "Presidential Candidate Jeon Taesoo's Son, also nation's top Model - Jeon Jungkook. Found Partying at Yet Another Exclusive Bar." Beneath it, a grainy photo of a younger man—dark hair tousled, a mischievous smirk on his face, and arms slung lazily over a pair of equally disheveled companions—stared back at him.

Taesoo sneered and looked away, disgusted. "This won't do."

One of the advisors ventured cautiously, "What do you propose, sir?"

Taesoo leaned forward, his tone colder, more calculated. "I need to get him under control before this spirals any further. Find him. Now. I don't care how you do it—drag him out of Min Yoongi's house if you have to. And when you bring him here..." His voice dropped into a deadly calm. "He and I are going to have a very serious conversation about his priorities. I will not have my son jeopardizing this election."