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Seokjin hates birthdays.
They just remind him of how his life isn't his own at all. His own special day isn't really for himself.
His birthdays are always filled with brunch with his entire extended family, a grand evening party with people who has nothing to do with Seokjin or his life, a bunch of fake, plastic smiles and half-hearted birthday wishes.
It sucks to know that so many people give two shits about you just because you're the only descendant of a filthy rich, aristocratic family.
People wouldn't have cared at all if he was the son of a nobody. Not that people care anyway; They care about his money, his status, his lineage, not him.
Seokjin sighed quietly, carefully, clenching his fists underneath the table.
"So Seokjin, aren't you excited?"
He got flustered for a moment at the mention of his name. Shit. He just zoned out of a conversation.
"About...?", he asks gently, not forgetting to give his signature, charming gentleman smile to his mother's distant cousin.
The woman chuckled, "About you joining the business, what else?", as if it should've been pretty obvious.
And somehow everyone at the table found it very funny. How, Seokjin will never understand.
"Ah...", but he let out a soft laugh nonetheless; Having a straight face in midst of stupidly giggling people might make him look rude.
"I'm a bit nervous, to be honest... but yeah, very excited as well!"
Yes. Very excited. To the point that he gets anxiety attacks almost every night even at the thought of joining the company as one of the bosses.
But he becomes twenty five today and according to their family "tradition", Seokjin's prime years start from today, and so he needs to join the business, learn and start gaining experience from his father.
The thought alone made a lump appear at the base of his throat. He fidgeted a little, praying hard so that he doesn't end up having a break down infront of so many people.
"Would you like to have some more iced tea, Master Jin?"
Seokjin sighed at the warmth of that deep voice, looking up at his left, he smiled at Taehyung.
