Never Not [Taekook]

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Jungkook.

If only the air weren't so thick with awkwardness between us, I swear I'd be leaping into Tae's arms right here, right now. Damn, why does he have to look so effortlessly sexy in that turtleneck and coat?! My envy levels are off the charts at the moment.

After Jimin ushered them in, we all made our way to our garden oasis, nestled behind our house next to the sparkling rectangular pool. A grand table awaited, adorned with tantalizing dishes and my carefully selected wine.

As we settled into our seats, my gaze couldn't help but gravitate towards Taehyung, who had chosen to position himself beside Jimin. At either end of the table sat our fathers, each with a commanding presence. My father, at the right edge, his gaze fixed on the towering walls of our home, while Mr. Do, on the left, surveyed the scene before him. On my left, my mother sat regally, and I took my place on the opposite side, Jessie at my side. Across from us, Jessie's mother held court beside her husband, flanked by Jin and Namjoon. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, promising a night filled with both intrigue and indulgence.

[For further explanation:

Here are the sitting arrangement.

Jk's dad
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Jk. | | jk's mom
Jess. | | Taehyung
Joon. | | Jimin
Jin. | | Yoongi
Jess's mom. | | Hoseok
|
Jess's dad

I hope this helps. Ciao.]

As I glanced around the table, I couldn't help but notice the genuine smiles adorning each face, everyone settled in comfortably. With a subtle nod, my mom signaled to Chaeyoung, who eagerly lifted the aluminum lid, releasing the tantalizing aroma of the meal she had meticulously prepared herself. She had always detested the idea of hiring caterers.

In a graceful gesture, my dad raised his glass of wine, a silent toast to the gathering. "Shall we begin?" His voice was soft yet commanding. In unison, we all raised our glasses, a chorus of agreement echoing his sentiment.

Before long, we found ourselves lost in the feast before us. Pleasurable groans escaped our lips as each delectable bite danced on our taste buds. Even Mr. Do, renowned for his discerning palate, couldn't help but express his delight through wide smiles and satisfied groans. "I had no idea you were such a culinary talent, amiga," he exclaimed between mouthfuls.

His sentiment was echoed by his wife, who delicately dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Your cooking is truly exceptional," she affirmed.

My mom's laughter tinkled through the air, a blend of pride and amusement. "And you were no slouch yourself, Amiga. Jungkook brought us some of your dishes once, and they were all exquisite," she graciously recalled.

The casual banter evolved into a tense exchange. My mom's inquiries poured forth like a relentless stream, and the Do family responded cautiously, as if navigating a minefield.

"I hate to bring this up, but I heard Jessie had a boyfriend before. Jungkook mentioned he seemed nice," my dad ventured, breaking the uneasy silence. All eyes turned to Mr. Do, who wiped his lips with deliberate slowness, his gaze lingering on me. Instead of shrinking under his scrutiny, I met it head-on.

"Well, I didn't see a future for my daughter with that man, so I convinced her to end things," he replied nonchalantly, though his wife's apologetic smile hinted at deeper complexities.