There are many instances in one's life where one regrets their own existence. For Jeon Jungkook, this was one of them. The boys black eyes unwaveringly stared at the notification on the right corner of his twitter account as his phone continued vibrating with incoming messages. He didn't bother picking it up and continued ignoring it just as he had for the past half an hour. There was something far more important to take care of, like the fact that V, an arrogant as novel critic, had just posted a message on his wall.

'Target number 20, Kookie-sshi, I give my condolences in advance.'

Yeah, Jungkook was screwed and your probably confused. Let's start with the introductions, shall we? First up, Is Jeon Jungkook. Age, 22

Jungkook loved his job, he honestly did, but when it came to moments such as these he couldn't help but wish he was elsewhere doing anything but what he was currently doing. Which consisted of being locked up on the twelfth floor of Seol's Niwon Publishing Company with his boss, editor, and manager all sitting across from him with troubled expressions on their faces as they stared at the letter on the table they were currently seated around.

"Jungkook, this is quite serious." His boss Kris, the CEO of the company, muttered as he alternated between staring down at Jungkook, who sat on the chair in front of him with his feet dangling off the armrests, and the piece of paper before him. Jungkook stared at the blonde haired man across from him and couldn't help but wonder why he was here. With his pointy black earrings, spiked up hair, and sharp jaw line, he was a handsome and wanted man by many, especially since he was the CEO of one of the most famous skyscrapers in Seoul, Korea. Not to mention that the guy was absolutely loaded with the way he walked into the office with a new suit and ti