JUNGKOOK'S POV I stand on the tarmac, watching the private jet taxi toward us. The wind whips my hair, and I brush it off my forehead absently, mainly focusing on the task at hand. As the plane comes to a stop, I signal my team to approach.
The door opens, and Isabella Valanza emerges first, her dark eyes wide with fear. She clutches Tony’s hand tightly as they descend the stairs. The boy looks around with curiosity, seemingly oblivious to the tension surrounding us.
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