Jungkook had been to Jeju before. His family had a vacation home there, but it was just a vacation home. A three storey house with eight bedrooms and eleven toilets. It was a lot, he knew, but it was nothing compared to President Kim's vacation estate.

The compound alone was twenty acres, with over ten buildings erected at various parts, with a parking space for three private jets, one of which had just dropped Jungkook, mall sized parking lot, a tennis court, a basketball court, a large lounge area with a ridiculously large pool and three big yachts docked.

It was all so  extremely extravagant to Jungkook. The pool, for instance, was just silly. What was the point of it when they were on an island with a private beach in their backyard? But he knew that he couldn't judge. His parents had purchased things that would never make sense to most people, as well.

A tall lady in a dark suit, with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, greeted him by the door. "Mr. Jeon, welcome to the presidential vacation home," she said. "I'm Mia Kim, head of security here in Jeju and also in charge of this estate."

Jungkook nodded, taking in a deep breath. The air was fresh and crisp. He could smell the salty ocean water from there. It was so calming. Despite how much he didn't want to be here, it might not be such a bad idea, after all, to help him relax. "Nice to meet you, Mia." He gestured to the two men behind him, dressed to the nine in black. "These are Liam and Chen, my security detail from Seoul."

Mia's brows furrowed slightly. "Mr. Jeon, we weren't informed that you would be arriving with your own security. We were only told you'd be coming with a friend, Mr. Seokjin. We have arranged a security detail for you, instead."

Friend. Ha! "Yes, it was a last-minute change," he said. He was supposed to come with a certain strong-headed leech, who couldn't make it. "The... friend is preoccupied with something else and couldn't make it. But I don't think it is a problem that I came with my own security, is it?"

She looked like she was going to say something but decided against it. She shook her head. "Of course not, Sir." She gestured towards the villa, where Jungkook suspected he would be staying. "I'll show you to your quarters."

"Sure."

Hanuel wasn't around yet, funny. He was coming in from California and would be arriving shortly, which was absurd but also convenient for Jungkook. His agent had been calling him all day at school and sent multiple texts, which he'd ignored.

But now, in the privacy of his suite, he could talk. He sat on the king-sized bed and stared out the room. The walls were also glass doors—floor to ceiling doors—that could slide open, gave him a beautiful view of the beach from where he sat. It was surreal. Jungkook had been to a lot of vacation villas around the world, but he was still very mesmerized by the beauty of Jeju.

"Minhyuk," Jungkook said into the phone when the call had connected, crossing his left ankle over his right knee while leaning back on the bed with his right hand. "Hi. I missed your calls."

Technically, he had missed the calls, but he wasn't going to say whether it was intentional or not.

"JK!" Ahn Minhyuk, his editor, called enthusiastically. "My God. I've been trying to reach you all day, bro."

"Yeah, I know. I've been preoccupied all day. I just finally settled down," Jungkook said, which were all true. The only thing was, Ahn Minhyuk had no idea that he was a high school student. A seventeen years old high school student, who was presently in the vacation home of the president of the country.

No one knew whom he was. Neither his agent nor the editor had any idea whom he was in real life. They interacted through emails and phone calls from a number that had been secretly registered for him. He dispatched his manuscripts through someone who didn't know what he was sending and received the final copy through someone who had no idea what he was receiving.

"Work, right? I get you," Minhyuk laughed fondly.

Jungkook laughed. Work. School. Helping his friend. Stuff like that. "You know it," he said. "So, what's up? What do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"You know why, man. Your fans are itching for your your new creation. We're itching to delve into the written words of your genius mind and-"

"You're going to get it," Jungkook said. He knew this was the motive of the call. He knew his agency were tired of waiting, but they couldn't afford to lose him by pressuring him.

He'd written his first book two years ago out of boredom and spontaneously emailed the draft to an agent he had found online, Minhyuk.

The next day he'd gotten a ten paragraphed email, telling him how incredible his work was, how he could be the next big thing in the writing world, how Minhyuk could take him to the top if he let him and when he would have time so they could meet and discuss drafting a contract.

Safe to say, the contract was drafted and sent to his mail, which he had signed and dispatched to Minhyuk's office through a delivery service.

The book, which had been published under the pseudonym, JK, had done so well in its first few months of publication and had gone on to be a bestseller. He'd been invited to talk shows and awards but had turned everything down, including the awards. The thing was, he didn't want anyone linking JK to Jungkook.

JK belonged to him. It was the free, able-to-do-what-he-wanted side of him, and he couldn't lose him.

Whereas Jungkook belonged to his mother and his father and all of Korea to dissect and scrutinize whenever and however they deemed fit.

"It's been three days since the deadline. You promised us the manuscript by Tuesday. I'm not trying to rush your work, but this is Friday, bro. We promised the readers they were getting a new book in a few months. It's been a few months now, yet nothing."

Jungkook nodded. A rush of cool wind poured in from the open doors, raising goosebumps to the top of his skin. "You're going to get it," he repeated. He planted both feet to the ground before shifting until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "There were a few changes that I made, but you'll be getting them before Monday."

"JK," Minhyuk called. "Please. We need it."

"I know. I'll finalize everything by this weekend and send them to you."

Minhyuk let out a sigh through the phone. "I believe you. So, should we expect to finally see you?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

"Not this time, I'm afraid," Jungkook replied.

A knock on the inside door accompanied by a masculine voice. "Young Master?"

"That's a bummer," Minhyuk said. "We really need to put a face to the genius creations, you know? It's not fair that someone so brilliant and successful won't show the world whom he is."

"Someday, Minhyuk," he said. Maybe. "So, I have to go now. Work's calling. But I promise you'll get your manuscript by Sunday evening."

"All right, JK. Good chatting with you. Have a good one."

"You too," Jungkook said, ending the call before answering whomever was at the door. "Yes?" He asked, raising his voice above the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The door opened, and Liam stepped in. "Sir. The First Son just landed a few moments ago," he said, his hands clasped professionally behind his back.

Jungkook already felt drained at the information. The only reason he was here was because his parents had asked him to come. In fact, Haneul had possibly known Jungkook would turn down his invitation, so he'd sent it through Jungkook's father, whom he knew would make Jungkook come.

He wished he could get on a jet and fly back home to Seoul, but he was already there and might as well get it over with. So, he stood to his feet and headed for the door.