CLOVER
❝ Secret oh secret, how scared you are to lose yourself in the name of curiosity.❞
ACT I—EIGHTEEN
"MR JEON how do you feel earning so much fame in the age of just twenty one?"
"Oh please call me Jungkook. Jeon makes my young heart feel old."
Jungkook replied and gave the girl a cheeky smile. The girl, who was interviewing him, tried to keep her cool but couldn't and became more flustered than before.
Jungkook fairly had an idea of what kind of affect he had on women. Successful and young, charmingly handsome, sexy and intimidating-Jungkook had it all that would make any woman drop in their knees for him.
And they did too. They dropped in their knees, offered him one night pleasures, even when he stepped on their self respect.
Did Jungkook want a woman who would throw away her self respect for him?
Never. So he politely refused them, even used his bodyguard to gently show them the way out.
He never had anything placed on a golden platter for him. He had to work hard. Hard is all he saw in his entire life. And hard is the way he would prefer to get to his woman. Easy never ceased his craving. It only made him push them away.
Jungkook watched as the girl's gaze roamed over his body. She licked her lips, finally reading out her questions for him.
"Clover rose overnight, as many would prefer to say-it bloomed in a blink of an eye. For this, do you consider any specific reason to work in your benefit?"
"Specific reason you say? More like a specific person it was," Jungkook replied. By his facial expression, it looked as if a certain memory caught his attention.
"Aya. It's all Aya. She's the lucky charm. Without her there would be no Clover. Without her there would be no Jungkook too," Jungkook let out sincerely that none seemed to catch.
Here, he was giving out the solemn truth of his life yet no one looked at that, kept searching for answers through a pile of questions.
Stupid humans.
"Almost half of famous and talented models are from your agency. What is the secret behind it? What does actually Clover do? What do you do?"
It was not just a question written on the script. The girl had glint of curiosity in her eyes, her interest to know what goes on behind the closed door of Clover perked up. And it was just not the girl, the entire crew had held their breath to listen of what Jungkook had to say in this matter. Jungkook, noticing their curious eyes, had chuckled under his breath.
"Clover was initially a plan of Mr Jeon, the man who gave birth to me. It had not fully started till then as he was scouting for new bee, fresh talents. Mishap happened, unfortunately I had to take over. Bring it out in the lights. Since then Clover had been continuously producing talented models."
The girl smirked, which was enough to let Jungkook know that he misunderstood her intelligence.
"We know that piece of information already. This show is called Locked Within because it shows the inside truth, not what we get to see in magazines and newspapers. And so we want to know about Clover-the behind the doors scene. Each model of Clover has no data outside of the official page. It's insane how they have no dirt, no loop holes at all. As if Clover swallowed all of their imperfections and made them the perfectionists they are. How is it possible? How Jungkook?"
The girl stared at him, trying to find even the slightest hint of discomfort or panic. Got you, the girl's eyes had. It certainly irritated her when Jungkook didn't show any sign of panic, rather leaned forward matching her stare. What she saw in his eyes, it scared her. Not yet, his piercing gaze held in them.
"Clover does no sacrifice with talent. So we train our models according to the expectation. Every agency has its own policy. Thus the only policy of Clover-be it in broad day light or deep dark night, you can mention the name of Clover but never the deeds of Clover. This solemn policy applies for me too. Now how can I talk about something that is forbidden. It will make me reach jail, no?"
"Then how," the girl maintaining a smile while gritting her teeth parroted, "How will we know what goes in there?"
Jungkook grinned and the girl couldn't decide if she wanted to slap him or kiss him.
"You want to know it? Then join Clover. You'll find out everything as the secret and the key, both lay inside. There is no other way."
And so Jungkook won the battle, beating the whole crew in their wits.
You may be witty but I'm Jeon Jungkook.
JUNGKOOK CLOSED the door of his room, letting out a tired sigh. The house that he grew up in, that once chirped with his giggles, floated in his happiness, was now all quiet and gloomy, as if it was mourning someone's death.
Not his father's death. It was of his own.
Jungkook changed out of his clothes. He washed himself, alas he didn't know how to wash away his heart aching thoughts.
The interview only poked at his raw ominous memories. To the outer world, it seemed as if it was a piece of cake for Jeon Jungkook to casually talk about Clover and its history. Only he knew how it took a piece of him everytime while he concealed the truth with his riddled answers.
Jungkook laid down on his bed. The room was dark, only the soft rays of fairy lights above his headboard lightened the room. It was peaceful for Jungkook. No flashes of camera, no drooling woman, no odd stare, no unnecessary speech, no scream, no taunt, no shouting of his father.
Jungkook let out a shaky sigh. He had been so small to deal with something so big. The world had been so unfair with him. His mother left him. So unfair. His father always preferring his work over him. So unfair. But Aya, always supported him, always made him smile. So fair.
'What does Clover do? What do you do?'
Clover.
Those who said being a prostitution, selling your body for success was worse, those who said couch casting is demeaning, disgusting, they had no idea it all was nothing compared to what this place offered. The worst of all, where mercy was never heard of. Once sealed the deal, they sealed their life with it. Broke the deal, then they're gone, vanish from this world.
Clover.
A name that held power, money, talent. A name that had inner walls so tainted, even the most tainted human on this earth would love to pass on it. It could give one everything only in the name of sacrifice. Sacrifice of one's known existence.
"Forget who you are. Become a new leaf. A new born sinner," whispering out his running thoughts, he stared at the ceiling with his hollow eyes.
"Clover," Jungkook gritted out his teeth, "My end, my start, my ruin."
Still not removing his void gaze, Jungkook kept thinking of how this house had been a proof of when his life was stolen from him, his hands were bounded in invisible shackles and his guilt, his repent all blended in one, then made him Jeon Jungkook, the owner and founder of Clover.
Jungkook, the man that the world never knew of was gone. Jeon Jungkook, the man the world saluted was born under the same roof.
Shutting his eyes along with trying to shut down his thinking, Jungkook turned to his side. His shaky breathing, watery eyes-an evident proof of his pain, his ache. It was hard for him to even look at the same roof over his head.
This house had seen too much. The good and the bad, the laughter and the giggles, the screams and the cries.
The dead and the killer. It had seen it all.
Note :
We've finished the character building process. From here, the roller coaster ride will begin. You'll be able to joint the pieces that were left in puzzles. Prepare your brains.
Next update on Tuesday or Wednesday. Till then take care of yourself, sweetness xx
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